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[Verse 1]
Ahem, Mr. D. Carter
From out the deep water
Thank the lord for my voice, the beat, and the recorder
Now pick an alphabet And your a z'in
While I'm up tryin to be the best mc'in
Now let me in, I got my key in
And with them alphabets, I never used p-e-n
But I gotta lotta paper
But a lot ain't enough, so I got an occupation
Gotta bring the bacon, straight to the kitchen table
Homie if ya girl pregnant, you should kiss her naval
Cuz you probably won't live, To see the motherfuckin cradle
Your past left a scar, and your future's lookin' fatal
You can't be sorry, You gotta be a savior
Gotta be the bread winner, so go rob the bread maker
When they put ya homey to sleep, it's gotta be a wake up
You move in the hood, then ya gotta meet the neighbors, damn

I holla, Bitch get off me, Bitch get off me
I'm the little ass nigga, known as Big Homey
The killas is ballin, the niggas is targets
The snitches is talkin, but this is New Orleans
I love what I got, I'm just livin the moment
I ain't dyin just yet, I'll take a shit in the coffin
I already know how to piss in the toilet, I'm tryin to get the pot
To piss in in the mornin'
I never fall back, I'd rather go forward
And when I come through You betta duck like howard
Because I got power, Just like a forward
I come through the lane, and straight dunk like Stoude-
Mire, Amare reminds me of I, uh
He's a Pheonix sun and I am fire
Dis-re-spect and I spit fire
To your neck and back like you are Khia

Now would ya light that blunt
Promethazine please
Now bitch look at me
Like a set of t.v.'s
I'm just tryin to live out my destiny
Please, let me do me
I got the recipe, feed
I'm all about my bread
Like a seseme seed
Big dog talkin, check my pedigree flees (HaHa)
And I ball like every team
And I got every girl havin sex with me dream
My heart is in the dirty
But the rest of me clean
I jump for Hollygrove
Like a trampoline fiend
And I rock ya bells
Like a tambourine bean
Jewelry shinin' like blush
Maybelline bling
Red Giants jersey if ya know wut I mean
Gimme Plaxico Burress, number seventeen
One circle, three fingers is the theme
And young money mother fucka is the team

Date Added: 2017-08-25
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