MUERTE A LA MUERTE: noviembre 2010

domingo, 28 de noviembre de 2010

Biggie siempre!

Yes it's me...da B.I.G.
Competition rapper ever since 13
Used 2 steal clothes/ I was considered a thief
Until I started hustlin of Fulton Street
Makin loots, knockin boots on da regular
Pass da microphone Im da perfect competitor
Jewels is all dat/Da clothes is all dat
Chumps steppin 2 me/dat's where u took ya fall at.
B.I.G. without damurda dat's unheard of I stay close 2 mine like Tina on Turner Quick 2 smother a punk muthaphucka undercover Word 2 mother I'm above ya And I love ya/ Cuz u a sweet bitch A crazy crab u mite make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther/My wordz u get used 2 B.I.G. is a born trooper. like ice cream I scooped ya, my music you wanna get loose to I stay dipped, But I'm not no booster so what you want to say? I'm packin, word is bond there's no other assumption i got it going on...