Large on the Streets

Lyrics

[Verse] Memory drops from blood shed Sour dough, 'nuff bread In position of power though, chumps dead Backstabbers and cowards get trunk beds I'm violent when unfed, P-L's'll give the challengers bump heads Met him, didn't mean it, shouldn't have said it Insults are remembered, we all looking to set it Don't play with me, you'll regret it Cause I target the man before the edit Leave you like hard tops, beheaded I keep cream, the pistol's my street team Triples on my sweet beam Crystals in my lap, I'm a beach dream The skyscraper, South Jamaica to foreign paper I dominate ya, my shine shows a thousand acres I knocked 7 bitches down in Vegas Knock 7 pictures down, I'm famous I gotta work Congratulate me with a lot of purp' I'm straight as a collar shirt, money to the collar bone, gotta hurt Million-dollar condo windows, my view spotless New watches; can't see over my shoe boxes I hold a big grudge, can't maintain no cool conscience Smooth offense, high middle the news conference New sponsors, hoes trickin' from how I dick em' Ten orgasm's more they gon' powder six him She ever had a grimey thought I shook it out her system On cloud nine I smoke like a politician Southside! Yellin' it every rhyme I'm spitting Pop eyes and long sides from rides driven Lil homie been smokin', he 11 now Product of the same neighborhood, hope it don't let him down Don't go poppin' off your mouth, horror show and I go loco Lloyd lost in time, hear my nineteen-ninety fo' flow Came with the yellow Gardener with the Rose Gold Him with the platinum crush ice, give your nose cold Trainer with the raps Dirty boxer with the low blows Famous for my tats Keep straps for you and so so Flat line, I put a MC to rest Chipped up shoulder, ill like the Fila F They gave me some of what's mine, feel like I need the rest Middle the summer's my shine, bricks of reefer stress I got 'em hoppin' out of character My gun caliber will lift a babbler Bars hard as Africa Karma's a trafficker, her challenge is a root statistic Pardon my picnic, toolie on, Mr. Fix It My ups and downs got me lookin' at these bitches different (fuck 'em) Starin' at my dad and these pictures twisted I ain't your normal, my shit terrific I figured I warn you, the bigger ticket You big ball of corn you I hope it's on you, Lord knows a nigga push me I sit him on wheels, all you get is midget pussy Cookies Oh your spot snatched, I pop back Radio hijack, get it all 'fore I die rap My contacts help draggin' you on my soundtrack Border built for combat, two-ten and beyond that