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Big Smoke
(Kid Hazel on the
beat) AK, double clip, one in the
tip whenever I
slide He exposed his hand talking to hoes, we killed two of his guys I
had a
load of Reggie, but it was a
drought, so niggas gon' buy it You really feel like I'm pussy? I
stay in the
street, nigga, come on and try it Remember them days we were struggling, hard times, my momma would cry I
got off my ass, I
hit me a
lick for a
hunnid, then wiped her eye I'm Slaughter Gang, nigga, I
slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon' die I'm a
God fearing man but for my brother, I
get on that stand and lie Scrape the
pot, wiggle that fork 'til it lock (Wiggle that fork 'til it lock) Trapping with no pistol? Get the
fuck off of the
block (Get the
fuck off of the
block) Sleeping with my MAK-90, I
fell in love with the
star (I fell in love with the
star) Nigga, I
cut my sister off, I
catch her talking to opps (I catch her talking to the
opps) I'll go do a
whole elbow 'fore I
sit down with the
cops ('Fore I
sit down with the
cops) My auntie ask for some money but she back to smoking on rocks (She back to smoking on rocks) I
don't never have my hand, I
don't never raw dawg thots (I don't never raw dawg thots) They need the
coroner, body bag, and a
detective when I
throw shots Big smoke, big smoke I'm giving out big smoke, big smoke Got a
whole lot of big smoke, big smoke Ain't no running from this big smoke, big smoke Bullets raining on 'em Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you telling on? Desert Eagle, big holes, and they coming for him Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed Lamborghini, Perc', chinchilla fur Ice on brr, drank got me slurred But this Honda curve, cost a
half a
bird Say you from the
street, nigga, who you serve? 21 Bandit, strip you out your panties Glock, it don't jamming Keep a
Nick Cannon I
don't pop Xannies Draco turnt up He riding dick, fanny Tryna get a
candid Love left me damaged, can't trust my own family On a
home invasion, this nigga froze, panicked That .44 came in handy, I
shot up out the
jammy They took him to the
station, I
think he finna stand me I'm known to get some straightening 'bout all my smoke, nigga ('Bout all my smoke, nigga) Clutching and Cali Red, smoking on a
Port, nigga (Smoking on a
Port, nigga) I
done sold mid and gas, I
probably served your folks, nigga (I probably served your folks, nigga) I
used to sell dry wall when I
ain't have dope, nigga (When I
ain't have dope, nigga) Gambling in the
hallway, posted on Parkway He was talking that rah-rah shit, he got hit broad day I
ain't tryna fist fight none of you niggas, straight to the
gunplay I
got engaged to the
streets, dawg, the
six my fiancé This Saint Laurent ain't even came out yet, it's still on the
runway I
told my opps this shit 4L, they gonna die one day Better take your ass inside the
house, and do what your mom say You fucking with the
wrong photographer, you gon' be on the
front page Big smoke, big smoke I'm giving out big smoke, big smoke Got a
whole lot of big smoke, big smoke Ain't no running from this big smoke, big smoke Bullets raining on 'em Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you telling on? Desert Eagle, big holes, and they coming for him Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed
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