a killing off our little bity buildings But really them lil' gun silly niggaz still illin Clip is chillin, chips to the ceiling Shot in ninety-six June this wound
me, I ain't at the club I'm chillin with my homies in the city of Hub Because they needin more than that hoe (than that hoe) the big fat hoe Tryin to
and left to raise four children We were the local gossip of the town. I promised her that I'd live right and not be like the others But I wound up in
pause Shit got major we, stacked a little paper now Couple years later can't get a phone call Hold up~! Big fish in a little pond Swimmin 'round town,
aim Thanks to a little change I'll tear you out the game Bullet wounds'll stop your bufoonery Thanks to the paster rapping at your eulogy To little kim
barker's blackmail song How he wanted to smash her skull in when she parroted back, 'Tell mommy; tell poppy; you need this little dolly.' Big nothing. Big
ll never lose track of time, Or worry about a little old town, Or what I might of left behind, I'll just let the sun shine down, I'll just let them big
which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my brother Little
loved and left to raise four children We were the local gossip of the town. I promised her that I'd live right and not be like the others But I wound
made a killing off our little bity buildings But really them lil' gun silly niggaz still illin Clip is chillin, chips to the ceiling Shot in ninety-six June this wound
every drink's from a bottle of Crist', and he's flyin on mink He's, young and dumb and don't sync with the drum But all the little girls love him cause
gift?-- Told her if she ever left this town She could have gone far; she might have even made it A big dream in a little town Hiding in a heart somewhere
Check them tramps, I neva nap cause Scarecrow gotta have the Dividens, theres plenty ends for managin those prostitutes Kickin that black bitch in her big
Big nothing. He woke up in a sweat, the next day. With her smile still painted on his mouth He walked out of a town called Big Nothing. Big nothing. [
cartel known on the streets as the "Sharks" was transporting large amounts of marijuana in shipments of little leauge football equipment. [Masta Ace] There's a new team in from outta town
burn [Verse 2: Shamrock & MC Brains] Oochie coochie girls, big booms, hard rhymes Shamrock is here to form a strike line All they wanna do is just stab the wound