My heart had a bunch of beats. none of them seemed to work for me. I cant find the point to sing. When everything seems to sound so out of key. I was looking for a melody.
Do you want to ride in a big limousine?. Tell me, do you want to take a little bite of the fame machine?. If you wanna be discovered and end up on the cover.
(Yeah yeah, oh yeah). . I still got that same look that sets me off.. 'Cause there's just something about you.. I got these feelings to let it show 'cause I wouldn't let you go..
[Big Pun]. Yo yo yo. What the fuck, Terror Squad. All we do is battle what; what, what what. Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" strictly for cream team battler.
That's how the east side gets down, word up. . 4:30 in the morning, Mira, you know what I mean, Mira. Let's get this money sorted and counted, word. Know what I mean, dame te culo mami.
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice. Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus? Good thief the night?. Here's the plan. (Plan). We nab the man, bring a camcorder.
Believe in love. Call it off[?]. The time will come. To give all we lost. . Future this extend your range. Stand up and then change your name. Choose your fix when attraction's gone.
Oh-oh-oh. . I'll burn the maps. And feel the people all lost inside you. Stamp your feet if you know where you're from.. Love's a rose in the snow. You turn around to the wind.
Mike Jones, Jones. Mike Jones, Jones. . I stay flossin' in that candy paint. Blowin' dank, sippin' drank on 84 swangers. Tearin' up the lane, tearin' up the lane, yeah.
(Big Moe). Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee. that nigga Big Ass Moe. chillin with my partna named D-mo. its on his birthday we comin through. in a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw.
Uh, it's Noke D baby, in here with Twin & Gwin. K-Luv nah, I'm talkin' 'bout, it's 2002. What y'all gon do? Keep it real gangsta. Man, it's been a long time comin'.
[Big Sound]. It's hard to believe. But I'm makin' success. She loves me. In a Ford or a bus. Are you bonus, try not to cuz. After thinkin' about suicide.
[chorus: Bigg Sound][2X]. We're friends, we're forever friends. Rampage in poker, J. Glock wit' the Gin. We're friends, we're forever friends. I'm the new Bigg, a hug Rich Slim.
[Big Sound talkin']. No smile, smilin' now!. I'm back!. Yeahhhhhhh. . [verse 1 - Big Sound]. Biggie Sound is like the Big Poppa. DJ Kidd is like the Junior M.A.F.I.A..
Yeah yeah, big L, Corleone. My nigga C-town. My big brother big Lee holdin' it down. Flamboyant baby, for life. We takin' over, comin' to a theater near you.
[ verse 1 ]. Yo, on the scene is the brother that's big, I'm not a little kid. I'm a nig who don't dig a muthafuckin pig. Cause to me they ain't nothin but harassers.
Yeah, check this shit out. Cool G. Rap and my dog Big L. Holdin it di-down, ya heard?. . Aiyyo, I heard your single, you better make a whole new song.
Dance under the missile glow. Over the eastern sea. Gunshot by the side of the road. Highway scenery. . Revolution got no goals. Except keepin' the family together.
Rappers, troubadours sneaking in the back door. Crazy fortune teller drinking on the kitchen floor all night. Racing down division at a hundred and three.
In Flander's fields where the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row by row. To mark our places and in the sky. The larks go bravely singing, "Fly". Scarce heard amongst the guns below.