Hey yo, 1996 was different Lost B.I.G. and shit we miss him We need it back, we need the tracks We need the rap to bridge the gap that exists [?] said he cursed too much Well I still cop those CD's FYI, FYE, ain't really got shit on me though Yo, till I blow like C4 Never wanna be a star or a hero Got a lot of soul, so i never fold Field goals like I'm playing in the league though Yo, see gold through the peephole Pay bills, no more repo We hit them J's just the same way that you hit your free throws
96 was live, you can catch me in my whip With a CD from the time when the music was the shit I bet 100 on myself, so a 100's in my pocket I'm going to the store and you know just what I'm coppin'
I been at it for a minute, and all my people know it The years can take their toll, but shit it makes for better poems So I'm trying to paint these pictures These pictures get me lifted They take me to a place where I embrace my inhibition It goes, backseat windows up Smoked out, boxed up Two toned, two cups (See me when you see me) I got, one chance one life We roll, no dice We sold, no hype (See me when you see me)
Give me a minute So I can make a decision I said, give me a minute So I can make a decision
Hey uh, hey yo I never play the wrong songs When I'm in the right mood Catch me feeding that juke While the boppers all choose I got 100 in my pocket, the musics never stopping Even when they shut us down we got, plenty other options
I said, give me a minute so I can make a decision I've got a beat with a bounce, and some lyrics for vision You can call this the hook, you can this the chorus I've got a feeling you're with me so turn it up if you're for itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
