is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked
's o o o o oh's Straight all across the globe, watch got three time-zones Keep a digital phone up to his dome, two assistants Two bank accounts, two
so you should be good Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood And we don't love those hoes, with they flat butts caked up And tipped up toes,
had to walk straight You know the forte, nigga, it's a portrait Or should I say a poor trait? You want to store very short cake Estate, behind the gate
whussup 'Cuz we got you open dude Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back Layin' stiffer than frozen food Two stop me means you have to shoot me Get cake
day you locked up Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up By some cat you supposed that shot up Man enough to eat steak wit 'em, get cake 'em But
dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way Chorus Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. Damn it feel good to see people up on it Flipped two keys in two
Who retired from the Spiring Inns Better call your next of kin They recommend me to wreck men's Not one or two clips I stretch ten My weapons my game, my world
was a fiend") ("I was a fiend") (Shaquille O'Neal) Yo Kenny tell Clark I need another hit Yeah Brick City wha-wha-wha-wha to Beverly Hills Yeah, yeah the world
head with my 40 until ya tell Detroit hatchet family on the scene Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know what I mean Taking over the world with no means to
world pops And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops Stay strapped and laced like girls socks Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake
my chucks up vest up this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake
nigga club? [Chorus] Let me in the door If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for Who I gotta kill or sleep with Cause I'm the world
to grind out on my friend's spot 'Til he's mom wanted my Tim bots Now my paint got me discounts Or trans-quo all around the world, like I was signed
Walker Cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin' my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake
What? One, two Check me the fuck out I'm here now, ha, ha, I'm here now Ya'll should have never let me in the muthafuckin' game B They fucked up lettin