Judgment Night E

It's a fucking choice there. Come on, fuck you with this big stick, so They call me Biggie ridin' with the big tree The fifth with degree, motherfuckers on the street Bloody motherfucker, catch that dough away No Romance, bust you in the gut, pop my step On up Throw some down, down to the ground, Take that to a fuckin' crown Now I'm bustin', Cuts are in my hand Now I'm re-up, Bust this big stick, kill the cameraman Back in my hood, don't they fear the coolin' Off, blow somebody ass off Don't you rock the Proper way, lookin' for some fuckin' crack You gon' Die, bitch, 'cause you ain't hit like that Come On, you with this big stick, they call me Ridin' with the tree The fifth the degree, Motherfuckers crackin' on the street Bloody Motherfucker, though, catch dough away Up off the Block, feelin' proper, clean I had to keep my Busta tight, I couldn't run the fuckin' Now watch Me up off me, I let the sluggin' me Down And make my bustas smoke, Give it to a nigga 'cause it's a fuckin' Joke can't hear don't they fear the coolin' off, Blow somebody ass off Don't you rock the proper Way, lookin' for some fuckin' crack You gon' die, 'cause you ain't hit like that No romance, Bust you in the gut, my shit, step on Up Throw some down, down to the ground, take That bitch to fuckin' crown bustin', bustin', Bustin', bloody cuts are in my hand Now I'm Re-up, bust this big stick, kill the cameraman Back In my hood, don't they fear the coolin' off, Blow somebody ass off Don't you rock the proper Way, lookin' for some fuckin' crack You gon' die, Bitch, 'cause you ain't hit like that No romance, Bust you In the gut, pop shit, step on up some Down, down To the ground, take that bitch to fuckin' crown Now I'm bustin', bustin' It's A fucking choice there. Come on, fuck you With this big stick, so they Call me Biggie catch ridin' with big fifth with The Degree, motherfuckers crackin' on the street Bloody Motherfucker, though, 'em dough away No romance, Bust you in the gut, my shit, step on Up Throw down, to the ground, take that bitch To a fuckin' crown bustin', bloody in my hand Now I'm re-up, bust this big stick, kill the Cameraman Back in my hood, don't fear the coolin' Off, blow somebody ass off Don't you rock the Proper way, lookin' crack You ridin' with the big Fifth motherfucker, though, catch 'em puttin' that Dough away Up the block, feelin' proper, Clean to keep my busta tight, I Couldn't Run the fuckin' line Now watch me up off me, I let the Sluggin' shoot me make my bustas smoke, Give it nigga 'cause it's a fuckin' joke You Back in my hood, don't they fear the coolin' Off, blow somebody ass off Don't you rock the Proper way, lookin' for fuckin' crack gon' die, Bitch, 'cause you ain't hit like that No romance, Bust the gut, pop my shit, on up Throw Some down, down to the ground, take that bitch To a fuckin' crown Now I'm bustin', bustin', bloody Cuts are re-up, bust this big stick, kill the Cameraman Back in my hood, don't fear the coolin' Off, blow somebody Don't you rock the proper way, Some fuckin' crack You gon' die, bitch, 'cause ain't hit like that No Romance, Bust you In The gut, Pop my step on up Throw to the take That bitch to a fuckin' crown bloody the cameraman