LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBig Smoke
(Kid Hazel on the beat)ip, one in the tip whenever I slideHe exposed his hand talkin' to hoeswe killed two of his guysI had a load of Reggie, but it was a droughtso niggas gon' buy itYou really feel like I'm pussy? I stay in the streetnigga, come on and try itRemember them days we were strugglin'hard times, my momma would cryI got off my ass, I hit me a lick for a hunnidthen wiped her eyeI'm Slaughter Gang, niggaI slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon' dieI'm a God fearin' man but for my brotherI get on that stand and lieScrape the pot, wiggle that fork 'til it lock(Wiggle that fork 'til it lock)Trappin' with no pistol? Get the fuck off of the block(Get the fuck off of the block)Sleepin' 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 talkin' to opps(I catch her talkin' 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 moneybut she back to smokin' on rocks(She back to smokin' on rocks)I don't never have my handI don't never raw dawg thots (I don't never raw dawg thots)They need the coroner, body bagand a detective when I throw shotsBig smoke, big smokeI'm givin' out big smoke, big smokeGot a whole lot of big smoke, big smokeAin't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smokeBullets rainin' on 'emBusta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for himShoot out all your windows, he moved to CaliforniaAmbulance tried to save him, they was disappointedLamborghini, Perc', chinchilla furIce on brr, drank got me slurredBut this Honda curve, cost a half a birdSay you from the street, nigga, who you serve?21 Bandit, strip you out your pantiesGlock, it don't jammin'Keep a Nick CannonI don't pop XanniesDraco turnt upHe ridin' dick, fannyTryna get a candidLove left me damaged, can't trust my own familyOn a home invasion, this nigga froze, panickedThat. 44 came in handy, I shot up out the jammyThey took him to the station, I think he finna stand meI'm known to get some straightenin''bout all my smoke, nigga ('Bout all my smoke, nigga)Clutchin' and Cali Red, smokin' on a Port, nigga(Smokin' on a Port, nigga)I done sold mid and gasI probably served your folks, nigga(I probably served your folks, nigga)I used to sell dry wallwhen I ain't have dope, nigga(When I ain't have dope, nigga)Gamblin' in the hallway, posted on ParkwayHe was talkin' that rah-rah shit, he got hit broad dayI ain't tryna fist fight none of you niggasstraight to the gunplayI got engaged to the streets, dawg, the six my fiancéThis Saint Laurent ain't even came out yetit's still on the runwayI told my opps this shit 4l, they gonna die one dayBetter take your ass inside the houseand do what your mom sayYou fuckin' with the wrong photographeryou gon' be on the front pageBig smoke, big smokeI'm givin' out big smoke, big smokeGot a whole lot of big smoke, big smokeAin't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smokeBullets rainin' on 'emBusta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for himShoot out all your windows, he moved to CaliforniaAmbulance tried to save him, they was disappointed
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