Big Dog

Man it's fourth and 50 yards how I'm kicking shit it's up
I been telling my lil homie let that shit go but it's stuck
Keep ah f n in his pillow 5 7 when he tuck
I feel bad for the other side all you niggas fuxked
If I ever save yo number in my phone it's gone be blood
They get mad when they compete with me
I get doe it's tough
You can take ah lil shot aye but clearly not enough
You keep hollain at the moon like I'm worried bout ah pup

You gone really gone have to work for this el
I can't let my brothers down
They worked hard as hell
They believed in me since when I first went to jail
Bitch I'm out on bail and getting worst wit da scale
Surely you can tell
Aye posted on ave doe
Heavy on the mayo
Bumpin atlaliens
But I'm from badnewz doe
Uh yeah
And ion care if time right
I put this lil rollie on to show I'm in the lime light
Ask ah bitch wat she gone do for me like klon dike
Take ah bean take ah hit or something gitcha mind right
Only sinning when I see em coming it's ah time lot
I'm worst down to die bout ah verse
2Pac taught me boy I'm first
Baby he gone need a nurse
Hit at me get reimbursed
Baby he gonna need a hearse
I dear I got the nerve to go get what I deserve
I'm nothing like you niggas I don't use the shit I served

Man it's fourth and 50 yards how I'm kicking shit it's up
I been telling my lil homie let dat shit go but it's stuck
Keep ah f n in his pillow 5 7 when he tuck
I feel bad for the other side all you niggas fuxked
If I ever save yo number in my phone it's gone be blood
They get mad when they compete with me
I get doe it's tough
You can take ah lil shot aye but clearly not enough
You keep hollain at the moon like I'm worried bout ah pup

You can bark all you want to I send ah dog thru
They gonna show you what a dog do and really mall you
If your niggas really loved you they should of called you
I get passes everywhere I go they let me fall thru
Aim weak you let off 6 shit I made it like ah lick
Catch me swepping wit the broom stick And I ain't cleaning shit
Out here sleeping in a hotel room where the bricks rest
That's the quickest way for me to get into a dick test
Boom boom boom boom boom boom
His fruit of the loom never stood ah chance
Shit his pants
I'm back on the road did my lil dance counting bands
I'm one of the bros
You could getcha doe to advance
I'm telling you now
You don't want to go to my lil man's
Aye
Nobody gave us all ah chance
Aye
Lil homie may be in ah trance
It might be the xans
It might be the bands
Don't judge em by ah glance

Man it's fourth and 50 yards how I'm kicking shit it's up
I been telling my lil homie let that shit go but it's stuck
Keep ah f n in his pillow 5 7 when he tuck
I feel bad for the other side all you niggas fuxked
If I ever save yo number in my phone it's gone be bluff
They get mad when they compete with me
I get doe it's tough
You can take ah lil shot aye but clearly not enough
You keep hollain at the moon like I'm worried bout ah pup



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Writer(s): Michael Jordan
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