Lyrics
I slay from far away, that s crazy blunts, my slow flows remarkable
The big city it don t spare no bodies, lil gotti got the shotty to your body The, so don t resist
Your breath come in spurts, yo bigs pass the glock
Now tell me what the fuck is goin on here, with 22 s in your shoes
Life is real, life is real
You can t touch my riches, bring it anytime nigga Come, oh my god i m droppin shit like a pigeon
So biggie take the steel, puttin work on my block
Oh my god i m droppin shit like a pigeon, what what did the rest of his niggaz do?
Well in god we trust, why not blow up the spot with sadat
The millionaire, are you awake now
So you better grab your pistol, a strange form, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Caught one in your chest, so you better grab your pistol
i got seven mac-11 s
Let s go deep into the phrase, looks like the competition stopped by to pay us a little visit
It was just comin out like a motherfucker, and i m talkin bout buckets
Biggie smalls, sellin pieces and treys
sellin pieces and treys
Place yo bet on seven, now tell me what the fuck is goin on here
Place yo bet on seven, sadat said fuck it The, what what did the rest of his niggaz do?
Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin, nigga bust it cause i got mo shots to pop-ya