We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
*vocals get louder* We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your mom and your two children Your wife, your family and all your friends Everybody stay strong, the good die young Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused Never know what we have til what we have we lose Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth Genius at his work Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big *go Big* Everybody wanted to know Big Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz Ask anybody, who could flow Big All the cats shined, but you would glow Big Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 8X*
Just to let y'all know, everything is all real But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that we all feel Today this whole rap game is getting more ill It make me look back, to where he took rap Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that He never had a warning, One More Chance was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better be the truth Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth Lyrically there'll never be no one above you And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 4X*
Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt) It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa Nearly broke down four times writin this verse Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite The only time you see your family is funeral night Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down I guess you with the real king in New York now For real
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 6X* We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa *repeat 2X* We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa... (We'll always love you Big)
So what's L-O-X about? Livon Off Experience The LOX man Word up We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience And we just do it and we do it for real
uh, yo, yo Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right hand Flash his badge with his left hand On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it Made men, should hang with made men Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's bitch Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport Lord forbid the head nigga get caught And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ?? Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit Thinking you threw with the feds and all that That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark
* Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll) Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll) And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll) When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll)
Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel Rat, talking to the cops like that On a 3-4 P you can't cop like that You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan Talk to the judge, get you out the can My man had the same case (that's my word) Spent three years in the same place, He still there Came down for a pill, it was still real there Money came between us, know you seen us Move like the teamsters in the beamers Get blacked down and hit the cleaners The feds know everything, who bled and everything Before we got red, honeys giving us head Herion and guns is on the files of Styles But they came in the crib, lifting the towel Heard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child" And they blew down the door ?? snitching involved Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough
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Lies to the story, mines yours and the truth What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof But you play this street business, all in the street To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up Now 23 hours a 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 you scared to go upstate wit em Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more See the street no more, or skeet no more Ride around in the P, with the heat no more From top to not even on your feet no more 'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind Since they giving out jerseys, get on line For your football numbers, wanna take us all under What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers I don't think so, I don't think so either But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ??
(Jadakiss) Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh Aiyo I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache You know tha usual tha studio gettin red late Serious jetlag when I get to bed late That why I fuck cause I be weak when I get head late Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn뭪 jewish But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda And came here to get a job as a tutor I pursued make a long story short screwed her She moved and she came back still on tha same track Same wit same chips ass it was still fat I aint really think she wuz a freak But she did ask a lotta questions bout Stylez and Sheik She called me and said she was in town fo a week The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise How I felt about gettin up fo old times sake Ima bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz Desert in da stashin da Sony cam zoom lens All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend Eat at Puff뭩 joint an catch a show at tha beacon Twist a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson Pass tha tall one 2-5 we still puffin?We got tha heat on a cold night n da winter Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember
(Sheek) Oh yeah, I remember dem hoes dat night We wuz at da beacon right Chris Tucker performing All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin Cats and Dogs Aiyyo dese hoes wuz tough Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall i go on Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up I drink dey smoke no coke Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no joke I slid fo seats down she sittin der smilin Lookin like she from an island not them chicks dat be out wilin?Told me dat her name wuz Cindy Favorite show Mark and Mindy Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty We chit den chat bout dis n dat From what kind of whip she push To what bar she be at She played hard to get But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi From tha jacuzzi to the bed We fucked until we both got woozy Woke up breath stinkin Yawnin and shit I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable Wit a note sayin sorry I had to rob you baby but I need cash like you I aint your ordinary slut or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer and by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa
(Stylez) I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D But now I got to handle dis cause dey skandalous Cindy robbed shiek and moved to Los Angeles Like I wont killa frienz Went to bounce stole a Benz Note in tha garage Tu yall ontaraj Yall 3 rugged niggas but yall gotta get robbed Dont take it personal we didnt finish the job Manaje Twa We kill niggas wit dey dick hard They got me lookin뭓t da letta stuff Why da fuck dey left da truck 3 bitches in my house probly try to wet me up Crept to tha kitchen Seen Ronnie by the cabanet Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet Shot her in da heart Den caught tha earchess fabanet Den I seen Cindy Tha bitch tried to end me Running out da living room Bustin off Kissimee The bitch couldnt aim So I blew her out da frame Turned around to Beatrice Why you look speachless We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches And now you gotta die And da stupid bitch is reaching B뭚o I cocked it back I heard tires screeching Saw Sheek and James Started muthafucking squeezin? (GUNSHOTS)
* Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant Always seem pleasant Happy to be present Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe You can mess around with guns but death ain't right Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them Been experts and done less work than them With no album, we net worth more than them These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers You got some fly shit, but my shit Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch Loud tracks I'm the quiet loud ass Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick and call me malace Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black
* Repeat
Who's not to be fucked with? That's me Who's to be fucked with? That's them Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? And if they want beef later on I splash them And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them Should I give it to them new style or old fashion
Do I have to break down the walls Stay off the floor I'm the general dog, I start the war Make every m.c. never spit again When I leave 'em empty No guts, no chest, no brain, no game Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train I feel no pain Steal cocain Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician With an anecdote that can stop my colission Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in What's the next issue? Sheek did official Called Spielberg, cops get tissue So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you Next question is where nasa at? We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad When we down on the craps We plasmic gats Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans If anybody in the fam gets pinched Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench Now let's roll out and get that paper retho It might look easy but it's not sweet though It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo This is real life this ain't no TV show Word up- backed out With the macs out 'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot 22 Dilinger a piece for the boot Couple of bombs Remote for the alarms Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s Me and Styles wasn't blunted Must be your point to deal with money Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny I hopped in one son hopped in the other Word to mother both trucks burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or not
Synchronize your watch feed time to cops Get the rocks out the safety deposit box Kisses here and up all the guards on watch And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch Split for nothing You get the same you hit the button Before we hit the safe Where's the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits Money and death- what you pick? And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips Money is paper and the banks built bricks All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip I couldn't be hit Cuz I didn't feel shit So I duck into cover Yell for my brother I yell yo
Then I yell yo back You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!" We ain't come this far for this shit to happen Damn, nigga better get the Captain Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain Heard a few more but by then they attacked him Area surrounded parking lot packed in Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in But you know I'm going out in a blast With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room I pull the pin
(Jadakiss) Yo, you can't fake it Life's only what you make it Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit Found his body, in the projects, naked I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town With my eyes on a couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies Cause I will survive Brains, is the key to the game If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun? If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some 'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun Streets be where Lox get their props from Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com) A worldwide message, I try to express it The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish
Chorus (Kelly Price) I wanna thank you, heavenly Father For shining your light on me It's been a long time Since I had someone to love me I owe my thanks to thee
(Styles) They never expressed, that life's a part of death They never go there, but you can blow here The 25 to life and greens from below Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough you was out yesterday, stressing a better way Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul." Watch the honeys check your style Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase They only see ice, not me, under the surface What's the purpose? I just, go my way Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright It's plain to fight, but different to shoot And might do it If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot.
Chorus (Kelly Price)
(Sheek) Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street Holding heat It's them same crooked niggas Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word Buying beats is like copping grams Niggas got too many scams To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans That's aiight, though 'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block Watch us turn nothing into nitro And we don't mingle 'Cause none of us don't really know you From the heart, we never talk to strangers So why start? Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit I watch wild niggas blow See how plush shit can get But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap Would you still be my man And pass your bottle to my hand Would I be in the rain While you pass me in the Land Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan To get next to me and possibly sex me Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi Money'll never amount to respect, B And you don't wanna test me 'Cause God blessed me.
Chorus (Kelly Price) And I know I know that it could not happen without you I know it could not happen without you
See, I want to get back to the love Let's start love over, come on
* Let's start love over Back to the way things were Forget about them Cause all we got is us We can make it Sad if we try I want to start love over Let's make it do or die
When I was nine years old I realized there was a road At the end I would win lots of pots of gold Days, when I used to have my play clothes on I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron But you've learned what the herbs do Breaking curfew Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum Some break a boogie but those that don't Was usually a fighter Rollin' easy riders Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow Little kids is big now They'll push your wig now Can't send them to the store But you can send them for roll And put them on my vine And give them one big push for all mankind
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People still taking rapping for a joke A passing hope Or a phrase with a rope What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes? Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks Remember playing in the streets, touch football Look y'all Somebody get mad and bounce with they football Twenty four hour block parties Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy Adults used to think I was scheming But I was dreaming to one day make a hot album and have 'em all fiendin'
Now everytime that I rhyme I can tell that you like it Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic Your mind is weary, floating like a dove Sweating and things, like you were making love Control the crowd so they can accept it Total concentration is the perfect method
Where's the love? Somebody tell me Where's the love? Because we want to know
I remember everybody I loved, everybody It wasn't always player hating There wasn't jealousy and all this envy It was the love
Ayo hip hop Set out in the park What? We used to do it out in the dark All night long till the cops made us go Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window Lees on, thinking you fresh Trying to impress Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead Ponytail swaying, she hot Standing like she bull legged, but she not You remember the days? That's when crack was affecting blacks like that Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater That's all corrupt Over rap you might get bust Say the wrong thing End up in a permanent sling Went from shelltops to hollowtops Used to rock the bus stop Now we electric slide from the cops Want some veterans in this That ain't keeping it real Now with God we chill over a record deal Always the good ones to go Never your enemies die Till this day I wonder why they took my man B.I. No time to yell rhymes in the microphone Take this more serious than just a poem Rock party to party While you're out the door But tear it up yo, let's start love over
