women and song Riches, Fame and Fortune In my hands from that day on I was granted there and then A life of Rock and Roll It seemed like such a bargain For just one eternal
I wouldn't have to work hard Daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum If I were a biddy-biddy rich Daidle deedle daidle daidle, man I'd build a big
Sniff China white After, after hours of other ballas Betting on the dice Give up my life juss to see my father Let's reunite He was my friend, I was his little potna Big
legacy live long Represent, I reside in eternal torment Often survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins Forcin, yea, wrap your tear in extortions Yea, big
s only one disco, they'll close one more You ain't guarding the door so what you got a gun for? Do you rob the rich and give to the poor? Yo Daddy-O,
, my spirit haunting on to control Flame of the Nile, fire in the darkness To swallow the light Behold the ghost of a god God from the Nile, eternally
nigga like a lame promise All city like train bombers Check out the pictures we painted (yeah) More colorful than Kelis naked Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited Even Big
Mavoe I'm just a survivor Been gone from home so long some folks thank that I died It's cool and If I don't get rich I'm thankful that I alive besides
[Intro: Bizzy] Yeah [laughs] Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and Lil Lay I love you nigga and
Verse 2:] Explain to me, why are we who you believe we are Why is your perception of success perceed this law? We chase riches with itself we outta try
Chilled So Hot Ima Walking Kettle Man These Niggas couldn't Get On My Level They Never Could All White Phantom Directed In Thru Da Hood Real Soft Leather My Dash Is Cherry Wood Big
vision be blurred but I don't hit the curb I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone Everything I ride on wood and chrome Ever since "Big Pimpin" I'
balla sniff China white after, after hours of other ballas bettin on the dice give up my life juss to see my father lets reunite he was my friend, I was his little potna big
Forget about the dough Forget about the cars, Forget about the rims Forget about the stars, Forget about the Benz Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big
Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns... [Chorus: Darryl 'Big
the sound of my money machine See the 600 Benz see the chrome rims gleam See the teacher KRS and the Puff Daddy See the young black and famous Rich like