Testi:
Big Heavy Stuff

I'm trying to get up in the game Verse 1: You bitch, get the fuck back I'ma slap you Knock you, go and pray to Matthew Clap you, get a cleaver chop you Stuff

Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next Duck nigga, everdays war I'm heavy

shall offer some resistance. So that's the way we're gonna make it, Shootin' our message like a bullet, People rally round, dem are walking along, Comin' together to make a big

own throne Sometimes me have fi wonder how dem gal deh suh bucky Big time police she a lock up everybody She lock up all Pauly, Peter, Barry and Harry Big

Holy satelites Who the hell are you to tell me ease up on this mic Cause sadly you mistaken me for someone that I'm nite I mean not, I messed up, but I rock with this stuff

another dimension, did I mention that funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship But my style's so heavy

m just going to let it loose like yo: [Verse 1] Success, I strike gold like Eureka My rhymes scare niggas they shake like I'm glad to meet ya Niggas is fake like big

Keith Sweat, I know how to make it last Smack that naked ass, she got a big butt I ain't in no rush, plus she likes it rough Kinky stuff like, leather

30 Yeah a big body bitch recognize that I'm turd it Every single thing erect don't impress you better Now rapidly go out when you're like a light heavy