feels good, I still gettin' love in my hood Haters still wishin' they could But they can't 'cause I'm still Gettin' it, gettin' it, get, gettin' it, gettin' it, man B.G
askin me "when ya comin back? " I say F**k it and I let the whole hood come And now I got the whole hood on my tour bus. Uptown represent it till the
me "when ya comin back? " I say F**k it and I let the whole hood come And now I got the whole hood on my tour bus. Uptown represent it till the end of
dont mean shit, I tell em: Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! [Verse 2 - Big Sean] Okay I'm rocking all gold I feel like a Pharoah from b-b-b Bullets
niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my
niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my
these Niggers make me sick Na na nii, throw up a C Please, Mr Munks all good Ya think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood I pass through like
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my
's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B nigga Uh, smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood
Thoughts was racin' through my head (It was all a dream) Felt so real to me This is what was said "Had a dream", I said, "'Bout who?", he said "'Bout B.I.G
' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the, young stunna Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my
guess we nigga rich I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me Look at all the shit I be talking and no one touch me Pray and pray for my downfall, B.I.G
to style remind me of Gotti, yeah, shine with the shotty lawyer so good, paid a fine for the body heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore car service to the G
feathers B-but robbed that, sh-shawty house staked, g-got that prowl cat I wanna pop it like ecstasy, pretty face and all that But what I look for, this gal is hood
, whoa, wave Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood
Escalades, twenty three inch rims Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good East coast, West coast, worldwide All my playas in the hood
