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(feat. Royal T) [Mr. Lil' One] People always talking about tongue twisting Well I'm gonna show you how it's done in a quick little verse Gotta head back to the pad with my motherfucking thirty inch spool card Gotta finish that bottle of ali-zam boy Haha [Chorus: Mr. Lil' One] Biggidy boom pow pow Everybody know how It's the Lil', got so many styles Biggidy boom pow pow Everybody know how It's the Lil', got so many styles [Mr. Lil' One] I gotta be steadily, ready though Let em all know exactly how it is up in this bizz Motherfuckers trying to diss I done been knowing about this bow and arrow level that I take it to Fools that be faking too, break em off a thing or two Rapping and laughing, they passing when walking The bottom be touching, I'm hushing and rushing Them fools they be tripping and Lil' be flipping SongtexteAnd Lil' be sticking and Lil' be drinking And I don't be giving a fuck about the shit that you be doing Better believe I'm ready to step and leave you motherfuckers ruined Ready to blast, ready to buck, ready to bury motherfuckers Anybody that be wanting drama, better be knowing when I be on the Sick in the mind, knowing the time, Lil' be finding a way to do crime Telling you mine all in a rhyme, my moment of shine, fuck a divine Lil' One, son of a gun, coming and making them all run Better be knowing that I be the one that be holding a kilo wherever you go And coming up bucking making them all fall like a teardrop Bitch bitch bitch [Chorus x2: Mr. Lil' One] Biggidy boom pow pow Everybody know how It's the Lil', got so many styles Biggidy boom pow pow Everybody know how It's the Lil', got so many styles [Royal T] It's the Royal, gotta be loyal Gotta be taking and breaking you fools That one knows all you hoes that be screaming out my name Sick in the brain, sick in the mind, all the time press rewind All my foes, all my fans gotta be knowing I be the man Understanding all my jams, all my plans hitting the fan Running right now, gotta be foul, gotta show my enemies how How it's on and on and on, dropping bombs up on my throne Let it be on then I'm gone, motherfucker bring it on Never hoping, always loc'n if you ever come provoking Better believe you'll be the first to leave your ass up in a hearse How it hurts how I'm spitting, now I'm kicking up all my rhymes All my flows guiding you hoes that be going to your shows Give me clothes, give me money, call me papi, call me honey How it's funny, call you dummy, got you wrapping like a mummy Heard you're broke, heard you're bummy, Shadow got the money I laugh cuz it's funny motherfucker [Chorus x2: Royal T] Biggidy boom pow pow Everybody knows how It's the Royal, got so many styles Biggidy boom pow pow Everybody knows how It's the Royal, got so many styles Aus Songtexte Mania