Samuel Shabazz - Big 3
Uh yea SamuelWhat we made it out of only Jesus believe
All these pussy niggas they diseases to me
Niggas either dying or they grieving at least
Every city state deserves pieces of me
We put in this work now we be needing a fee
She gone pull up fuck up on me vehemently
Ran into my lil nigga asked him what he wanna be
He said mj jay z or big Meech
Yea I seen how my nigga died and the world kept goin
Seen how my nigga got locked and they treat him like he gone
I hear stories bout the top and they say you feel alone
Yea from down here I see the top and I think I'll feel at home
Have you ever asked god can the dope have boing
Dope have hops pray the drop don't flop
The way we send em up they might not never look for me
I fuck around and write my real name on the things
I be the first to tell you that the streets ain't for me
But the way this shit set up ain't no eating for free
The middle of the winter and we needing some heat
Shit it's winter all year here so I keep it wit me
Yea she gone say my pockets fat the only teasing for me
She love niggas getting dough but she get freaky for free
Yea stacking up these dead presi's in bereavement
You wouldn't believe how niggas act please take it easy wit me
What we made it out of only Jesus believe
All these pussy niggas they diseases to me
Niggas either dying or they grieving at least
Every city state deserves pieces of me
We put in this work now we be needing a fee
She gone pull up fuck up on me vehemently
Ran into my lil nigga asked him what he wanna be
He said mj jay z or big Meech
Big 3
Written by:
Samuel Kenney
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