Xbox GT: robbiedoyle23
Although B himself isn’t a bitch, there’s plenty of bitches around him. I’m guessing it’s approximately 1000 Bitches
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420 blaze it faggot!
He’s got millions hid up in the mattress……Or he could have a lot of coke hid.
He could see right through Diddy, knew how he really was. None of it surprised him.
He feels blessed that no one he shot died that night. Murder comes with more jail time than attempted murder
If the police ask you a question, you best say “I don’t know.”
He knew something would go down that night
Turn off your lights & close your eyes so you can hear & feel Shyne’s words.
Long live Mr Big!!! HO!!!!
He walked out without jail time. How? He could’ve bribed the cops, or possibly killed them all….Who knows?
That is O-Dog from Menace II Society…..
Fuck whoever decided to not provide a primary artist, I can’t fix the lyrics. But here’s most of it
[VERSE 1: Raz]
How do we fly, why do we lie
Where do us bad people go when we die
Heaven or hell, is it a lie
Or should I just pray just in case they were right
I mean I’ve done a lot of shit boxing all of them shots from the cops in the crotches. Just for the profit of my girl getting raped then I couldn’t stop it, to top it the plane crash with me in the cockpit.Luckily for them my and niggas jumped off it they watched as I went from a wisdom to prophet, through something demonic, shit couldn’t get out from,the feeling of profit from another man’s losses. Tossing your conscience until it gets nauseous, and blocking out all of the feelings of caution. Wanted to stop but the pots in the block just kept calling up top hoping I would walk.What did I look like rejecting the gwap, detective a cop? my direction was lost I deflected the best to a lot of peoples hearts, my meant was through cross, reception was lost, no connection to god, deception is a lot more believable even though all of our guts can feel evil so we alone know what to touch and what to Leave alone! YAHHH I can; see the throne! so much work that I need a clone, riding around town my heater on, looking like the quiet kid you leave alone. I’m back-with-that-shit-that-go-hard-no-breaks no kit-kat. These fake niggas really betta get back why you talk that shit? I live man. I earned this shit, you can steal that, like fake nigga get my real back. If you ain’t push them keys with your own fingers you cant feel that. that shit I did for my lil man, the streets need my shit they feel that. When you get money you get handshakes, I got heart I get real daps. We still trapping and feel bad when I think about her so I don’t think, My auntie want that dope from me, if she don’t get it from me she get her own cream. You know me, I’m no priest. How that bread gone rise with no yeast? My toes is cold on that block, best believe a nigga never had no cold feet. I kept hugging that block & & that trap still trying to hold me. If hustling was a drug, best believe a nigga would’ve done been OD’d. All the shootouts I’ve been into. If I was meant to leave, it would’ve been over for me. I don’t know if I know when to leave, I’m playing this game real closely. Making life decisions off of no sleep. Around meth smoking niggas with no teeth. Seen wet smoking niggas do the coldest things. And starving niggas with gold teeth. Bitch niggas kidnapping hoes for free, beautiful women that pose for me, then make my money when they post for me. For these blood suckers I need a rosary. Can’t tell all my niggas my goals & dreams, or they’ll do all they can to see I don’t succeed. Fuck boy niggas that pose as P’s. Runnin' back that track, had to go deep. I really went about my own (???). For that turf nigga, I’m so street. Niggas been bangin' on that internet shit, better hope that us niggas really don’t meet. Keep telling yo self how real you is. Okay nigga. Show me. I’ve had niggas shoot niggas fo' me, but wouldn’t give me food when I was hungry. Fuck you! Fuck you! Don’t wanna hunt you so I’m gonna duck you. Crime spree, meditated, kung-fu. Cuz that’s just what them monks do. They might run through a whole bird, but I ran through, a whole zoo. Jay saying no D-Boy as cold as you, but they say anything for a stone or two. But the niggas I roll with know the truth, they might hate hard but they know I’m true. Jo-Jo, and Joseph too. I was in those streets when they was in the sto'. Doing studio niggas due, mixing shit up. But I really don’t give a fuck, I just kept my mouth shut. These old brothers think they know what’s up. Why, cuz a mad mad brother came to & opened up. Havin' convos through my bitch nigga, that’s what we call a bitch nigga. Elders beefin' with the kids in it. That’s why I left that (???) Enough of that, Imma hustle packs, keep putting these bitches on the fucking track. My heart, I don’t know where the fuck it’s at. Traveling down a destructive path, but that square shit I can’t fuck with that. And I’d rather be a beast than a fucking rat. But perceive what you want. Believe what you want. My teeth had a lot to learn, people speak if you don’t. Speak if you don’t. They’ll speak if you don’t. But me I’m a rolling stone, me I’m a rolling stone. (X2)
bricks. not brigs