There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop this hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one I'll switch up
This one will get bit up
These fucks
To lazy to make up shit
They crazy
They don't... Paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget who they plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I'm like... Cluck
I'm not a biter
I'm a writter
For myself and others
I say a B. I. G. Verse I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough
Plus I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in... New sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few Diva's
What more can I tell you
Let me spell it for you
W-I-Double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New Yorks ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
[Chorus: Singing]
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I give this all to you
I know this much is true
My Life
(Look at my life)
(See what I see)
[Verse Two]
You already know what I'm about
Flyin birds down south
Movin wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stuntin on hoes
Brushin off my shirt
But ain't nothin on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yea faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Kayko's
Chrys case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Make my cypher complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat
We gonna let this ride into the hook
I'mma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go
(What more can I say?)
[Verse Three]
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact I'm just previewin it
This ain't the show I'm just eq'in it
One, Two and I won't stop abusin it
To gropie girls stop false accusin it
Back to the music
The mayback roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P. E.
I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash deivery
But I remember vividly
What these streets did to me
So picture me
Lettin these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me like a pickiny
I will literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze until you fall here
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova the God nigga blasphemy
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding nobody
Look what I embody
The soul of a hustler I really ran the street
A ceo's mind
That marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence
On pop culutre
I supposed to be number one on everybodys list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this
(What more can I say?)
[Verse One] There's never been a nigga this good for this long This hood Or this pop this hot Or this strong With so many different flows This ones for this song The next one I'll switch up This one will get bit up These fucks To lazy to make up shit They crazy They don't... Paint pictures They just trace me You know what Soon they forget who they plucked They whole style from And try to reverse the outcome I'm like... Cluck I'm not a biter I'm a writter For myself and others I say a B. I. G. Verse I'm only biggin up my brother Biggin up my borough I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough Plus I know my own flow is foolish So the rings and things you sing about Bring em out It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth I'm in... New sneakers Deuce seaters A few Diva's What more can I tell you Let me spell it for you W-I-Double L-I-E Nobody truer than H-O-V And I'm back for more New Yorks ambassador Prime Minister back to finish my business up [Chorus: Singing] What more can I say? What more can I do? I give this all to you I know this much is true My Life (Look at my life) (See what I see) [Verse Two] You already know what I'm about Flyin birds down south Movin wet off the step Purple Rain in the drought Stuntin on hoes Brushin off my shirt But ain't nothin on my clothes 'Cept my chain My name Young H-O Pitch the yea faithful Even if they patrol I make payroll Benz paid for Friends they roll Private jets down to Turks and Kayko's Chrys case loads I don't give a shit Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go Bye Without me being fly Fresh to death Head to toe until the day I rest And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups S dots on my feet Make my cypher complete What more can I say Guru play the beat We gonna let this ride into the hook I'mma snap my fingers on this one What more can I say to you? Get my grown man on Let's go (What more can I say?) [Verse Three] Now you know ass is willie When they got you in a mag For like half a billi And your ass ain't Lilly White That mean that shit you write must be illy Either that or your flow is silly It's both I don't mean to boast But damn if I don't brag Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass The Martha Stewart That's far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student Just had the balls to do it And no I'm not through with it In fact I'm just previewin it This ain't the show I'm just eq'in it One, Two and I won't stop abusin it To gropie girls stop false accusin it Back to the music The mayback roof is translucent Niggas got a problem Houston What up B They can't shut up me Shut down I Not even P. E. I'ma ride God forgive me for my brash deivery But I remember vividly What these streets did to me So picture me Lettin these clowns nit pick at me Paint me like a pickiny I will literally Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead Tell her please forgive me Then squeeze until you fall here I'm not the one to score points off In fact I got a joint to knock your points off Young Hova the God nigga blasphemy I'm at the Trump International Ask for me I ain't never scared I'm everywhere You ain't never there Nigga why would I ever care Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here Excluding nobody Look what I embody The soul of a hustler I really ran the street A ceo's mind That marketing plan was me And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times Times that by my influence On pop culutre I supposed to be number one on everybodys list We'll see what happens when I no longer exist Fuck this (What more can I say?) Explain Request ×
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