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Interlude
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Trial
жанры: hardcore, ebm
альбомы: Are These Our Lives?
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[Verse 1: Mr. Bigg] I started selling dope back in 1986 I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch The brains blowed out with the white leather seats Fienders screaming for that butter cause that other shit is weak I was only 17 had the neighborhood hooked Had 'em stealing out they crib cause my crack taste like ribs I'm up in the morning with the rest of these rookies You out here selling them dimes, bitch I'm out here selling them cookies I'm flying out of town getting them thangs for 12-5 400 for an ounce and 650 when it's dry Pyrex dishes in the motherfucking kitchen Word around town Mr. Bigg got them chickens That nigga bought a house for his ma by the lake And gave his grandma set of keys to the safe Them jealous ass niggas and them hoes started hating To see my lil' sister drive a Benz to graduation I'm tripping on that Hennessey and I'm smoking on them buds I still got love for them niggas selling them dubs I remember when I use to do the same shit Buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up I can't put my Glock up; my Glock is my ho And my ho go everywhere I go Which one of you fake ass niggas wanna harm me? I said you better bring the Navy cause I'm gonna bring the Army [Interlude: Mr. Bigg] Get yo 12 white folks and take that shit to trial bitch Y'all motherfuckers talking about giving me 20 motherfucking years I got four motherfucking lawyers standing right here and we'll strike this bitch up And if that shit don't work I'll make y'all bitches kill me in this motherfucking court room So motherfuck you, fuck the judge, fuck the D.A., and fuck all you weak ass hoes [Verse 2: Mr. Bigg] I got to make a plan cause them laws is on my ass I just got a bird and I gotta sell it fast They know about the down payments on my third house They know about the diamond in my lil' sister mouth They know about the Benz and the Back Pathfinder They know about the vacation trip I took to China They know about the ho I was fucking named Cathy Heard she got busted with a bird in Tallahassee And now they tryin' to say that the yay belong to me I know they trying to get me caught; these niggas keep holding they nuts on me Dickie suits, and bullet proofs, and still toes No fake ass niggas only some real hoes I pack my shit cause it's time for me to go I'm getting tired of em kicking in my ma door And even though they don't find shit they talk shit Asking questions saying how the fuck you bought this shit And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars We got you on the interstate in a Jaguar Where that dope and them motherfucking guns at? We'll let you go if you tell us where yo son at Shit, I don't know nothing: light it up and type it up And tell the D.A. get ready cause we gon' strike it up [Interlude: Mr. Bigg & {Mother}] Hello {The damn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy Asking me how I bought my house and cars and taking pictures of our shit So you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cause it's hot down here} Aight mama, I'll holla atcha [Verse 3: Mr. Bigg] I'm down in New Orleans with my auntie and my granny The clean side of this Mr. Bigg family They know I'm on the run so I can't use the phone My motherfucking babies they don't even know I'm gone Lent my mama 20,000 for my babies and the bill money I'm in the attic smoking weed cause I think this shit is still funny Make 'em kill me or turn myself in Shit I'm facing life in the goddamn pen Tha D.A. wanna see a nigga fry Bringing niggas back from the pen to testify Yeah I bought some guns from him Yeah he sold me some dope Niggas telling on me that I never even seen before Everybody wanna sell dope and try get rich Out on the corner just waiting to get indicted You told on yourself then you told on me You mighta heard of me but you ain't never bought no bird from me Pussy ass niggas got this game fucked up Telling on niggas just to get they time cut A SKS with a magnifying scope If you wanna fuck with me bitch you better get them white folks [Outro: Mr. Bigg] Yeah motherfucker, you bitches thought you could hold a nigga like be down baby But I can't motherfuckin' be stopped It's gonna take a lot motherfuckin' white folk to take a nigga like me down Bitch I'm ridin' with the KVD, RV, Down the Bay, Birdville And my motherfuckin' niggas off at work All you hoes and all you niggas better Take that shit to motherfucking trial I say, all you hoes and all you niggas better Take that shit to motherfucking trial All you hoes and all you niggas better Take that shit to motherfucking trial All you hoes and all you niggas better Take that shit to motherfucking trial Take that shit to trial bitch (x4)
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