His life is hectic, his thirty two and reckless
Proud to be alive, but he's on some shit - so check it!
His friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Money turned into power and power earned him respect
When all he learned in the end was that life is better than checks
Money, hoes, control cause now he's burning in debt
His enemies out to kill him the fact is more than a bet
He's ready to go to war so he grabs the gun and he jets
From the looks of his concern his beef will never be set
Wether he kills them all right now or wether he lets
All his enemies wipe him out with one in the chest
He ain't ready to to rest so he keeps on wanting to test
So he turned into a street fanatic, kept the mag in automatic
So he can clap it at any faggot that gotta have it
Ti'll they in a casket with they hands crossed
With a suite and tie, to testify that his plans on
His verbal warfare is deadly his guns too
Enemies he'd run through, murdering every dumb crew
But shit got mega real especially in the one-two (2012)
To one-three (2013) i'm a show you what the slums do
Listen kid i'm far from a little bitch - when you see the
F*cking Big all you see is triple six
Without the red horns, but i stay headstrong
With a lead on my gun, try me you'll be dead gone
For damn sure, no lie this man poor
I'll rob the homeless if i'm fifty cent short
From a buck, and i never gave a f*ck - about a slut
I'll rape the hoe now if i gotta get a nut
I've been in the game, i don't play no sports
I'm a never sell out, i don't take no shorts
Don't finesse Big, better yet don't try
I can't whoop everybody, but shit i won't lie
I'm rough as Chi-raq, i feel like Biggie Smalls
"Im ready to die" But it ain't my f*cking time yet
F*ck that! B.I.G. always stay strapped with a rough gat
If a nigga bust i'm bust back
I'm really sick, i f*ck cripple chicks
I don't rep number seven only rep triple six, ugh!
My reputation was to order kids to slaughter Jits
And make a hit on rivalries that mothaf*ckin bother Big
F*ck heaven i'm a never go and never been
I'm a go to church and blow it up and kill the reverend
That's how it goes, Brazil style - it never ends!
Big - Public Enemy Number One Lyrics
Big - Public Enemy Number One Lyrics
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His life is hectic, his thirty two and reckless
Proud to be alive, but he's on some shit - so check it!
His friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Money turned into power and power earned him respect
When all he learned in the end was that life is better than checks
Money, hoes, control cause now he's burning in debt
His enemies out to kill him the fact is more than a bet
He's ready to go to war so he grabs the gun and he jets
From the looks of his concern his beef will never be set
Wether he kills them all right now or wether he lets
All his enemies wipe him out with one in the chest
He ain't ready to to rest so he keeps on wanting to test
So he turned into a street fanatic, kept the mag in automatic
So he can clap it at any faggot that gotta have it
Ti'll they in a casket with they hands crossed
With a suite and tie, to testify that his plans on
His verbal warfare is deadly his guns too
Enemies he'd run through, murdering every dumb crew
But shit got mega real especially in the one-two (2012)
To one-three (2013) i'm a show you what the slums do
Listen kid i'm far from a little bitch - when you see the
F*cking Big all you see is triple six
Without the red horns, but i stay headstrong
With a lead on my gun, try me you'll be dead gone
For damn sure, no lie this man poor
I'll rob the homeless if i'm fifty cent short
From a buck, and i never gave a f*ck - about a slut
I'll rape the hoe now if i gotta get a nut
I've been in the game, i don't play no sports
I'm a never sell out, i don't take no shorts
Don't finesse Big, better yet don't try
I can't whoop everybody, but shit i won't lie
I'm rough as Chi-raq, i feel like Biggie Smalls
"Im ready to die" But it ain't my f*cking time yet
F*ck that! B.I.G. always stay strapped with a rough gat
If a nigga bust i'm bust back
I'm really sick, i f*ck cripple chicks
I don't rep number seven only rep triple six, ugh!
My reputation was to order kids to slaughter Jits
And make a hit on rivalries that mothaf*ckin bother Big
F*ck heaven i'm a never go and never been
I'm a go to church and blow it up and kill the reverend
That's how it goes, Brazil style - it never ends!
Proud to be alive, but he's on some shit - so check it!
His friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends
Money turned into power and power earned him respect
When all he learned in the end was that life is better than checks
Money, hoes, control cause now he's burning in debt
His enemies out to kill him the fact is more than a bet
He's ready to go to war so he grabs the gun and he jets
From the looks of his concern his beef will never be set
Wether he kills them all right now or wether he lets
All his enemies wipe him out with one in the chest
He ain't ready to to rest so he keeps on wanting to test
So he turned into a street fanatic, kept the mag in automatic
So he can clap it at any faggot that gotta have it
Ti'll they in a casket with they hands crossed
With a suite and tie, to testify that his plans on
His verbal warfare is deadly his guns too
Enemies he'd run through, murdering every dumb crew
But shit got mega real especially in the one-two (2012)
To one-three (2013) i'm a show you what the slums do
Listen kid i'm far from a little bitch - when you see the
F*cking Big all you see is triple six
Without the red horns, but i stay headstrong
With a lead on my gun, try me you'll be dead gone
For damn sure, no lie this man poor
I'll rob the homeless if i'm fifty cent short
From a buck, and i never gave a f*ck - about a slut
I'll rape the hoe now if i gotta get a nut
I've been in the game, i don't play no sports
I'm a never sell out, i don't take no shorts
Don't finesse Big, better yet don't try
I can't whoop everybody, but shit i won't lie
I'm rough as Chi-raq, i feel like Biggie Smalls
"Im ready to die" But it ain't my f*cking time yet
F*ck that! B.I.G. always stay strapped with a rough gat
If a nigga bust i'm bust back
I'm really sick, i f*ck cripple chicks
I don't rep number seven only rep triple six, ugh!
My reputation was to order kids to slaughter Jits
And make a hit on rivalries that mothaf*ckin bother Big
F*ck heaven i'm a never go and never been
I'm a go to church and blow it up and kill the reverend
That's how it goes, Brazil style - it never ends!
Writer: Big Brazil
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