me And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples" Watch over me nigga 'til I see
Flames] Son, started rappin at 12, by 15, he was sick His whole hood thought he had potential, to be the next B.I.G So many rap niggaz, offered to put
same boro Just more places now I'm tatooed up now Still rep 41st, 'til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?) Even after that yo my daughter and my son
once missed are so evident Bring that sunshine S.Carter spoke of And know love like my brothers from the groove house does! So people think your living large like B.I.G
the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan Never turn my back on my kids for them Should have hit
yeah I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga Now how
the f?kin foundation, im the cornerstone, I?m born famous, I?m sorta? known, If your son doesn?t, I bet your Daughter knows, Check out my visual, checkout my
Wu-Tang Productions paralyze the function Street corruptions, no interruptions Son of my father's mother's ex-husband Uncle's sister's son, his daughter
go (Ced Gee, Ultra, uhh) Uhh, uhh, yo, yo I wanted keys in my collection, so I loaded bullets in my weapon Put on my gear, gun in my hand, prepare for
my life Just to bring my mama back to life Just to bring my father back to life Just to bring my potnas back to life My father hustled slangin' slabs
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
over Baghdad, yeah) Ai, ai, ai, ai Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai Ow, ow, ow B I G Ow, ow, ow B O I Drop, drop, drop, drop it Take never brother Bob your head,
my drop sick Yeah my glock sick Am I not thick? I'm it Motherfucker I'm ill See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac Andre 3000, where
the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knifework like a guillotine sword cutting Niggaz stop fronting for my
call me I can think of some nouns Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free city My G's getting depp like P. Diddy I'm feelin' like B round looking for my
wit my circle. Only my crew, this what i do. Whats up Screw You, i still love you. Its the young don, i do it for my son. Money by the ton. (Z-ro)
You see I'm older (older) and even smarter now (smarter now) So I got to hold my son and my daughter down (daughter down) And I'm a always keep it real with my kids (my