While your guns raisin', mine is blazin'.
Mo' money, mo' problems.
Get ready to die, tell God I say hi.
What happens on that corner happens on every corner.
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies.
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
I mean even though we were going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody, you know what I'm sayin' Because there ain't no coming back from that
If I wasn't in the rap game, I'd probably have a key knee-deep in the crack game. Because the streets is a short stop: Either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot.
Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.
When you read magazines and you see everybody having fun, you think, ‘okay, that’s where I want to be.’ But once you get in it and you achieve the success that you want, it seems like that’s where the player hating starts. You know that’s where everybody’s like, ‘Well it’s not all that
I'm lonely! I'm bored!
I'm basically different things to different people. If it's a guy, I'm-a probably have my guard up because it's a street rule that when men come around that I don't know, I just immediately throw shade on them. But I don't associate with fellas all that much; if it's a girl - a beautiful girl - I be nice.
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis. When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this.
Please, all you MCs out there, all you fans out there, don't think Big gonna make a record dissing 2Pac or the West Coast because it's not going down like that. I cant even see me wasting my time or my talent to disrespect another black man.
When I release, you loose teeth.
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent, I'm not only the client, I'm the player president
Rappers can't sleep, need sleepin', B.I.G. keep creepin', Bullets heat-seekin', Casualties need treatin', Dumb rappers need teachin'.
Old school new school need to learn though I burn baby, burn like Disco Inferno Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo Peel more skins than Idaho potato
You and your friends...always together, No time for the B-I-G, so I'm O-U-T. The sex was great, but the headaches I can't take. I think I made a very big mistake.
Won't cha...picture life as my wife, just think: Full length mink, fat X and O links, Bracelets to match, conversation was all that, Showed you the safe combinations and all that. Guess you could say you's the one I trusted... Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.
I mean everything's a lot more smoother. It's just calm. IN the beginning, I had the typical attitude of a young rapper makin money... ya know I was the partyin guy... I was the guy wit the girls... all the extra that came wit the game...it's up to the artist to know when to say when. You can't live that kind of lifestyle forever. ...I learn from the other people's mistake. I know when to say no. You learn to make the right decisions and pick the right choices. That's all that's really changed.
My mom is from Jamaica and she was going to school in the morning, and in the evening she was working, and at night she would go to night school and then come in and go to sleep. So she would never watch the news and stuff like that and she didn't know what crack was. She didn't know nothing about it, but when I told her I was selling crack, she threatened to kick me out of the house. And then I just started paying for stuff - paying her bills and giving her money, so she'd just tell me to be careful because there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.
"Blowin' up is nothing to me."
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