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Big Pound
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,408
Peak in subgenre #2,783
Author
BIG POUND
Rights
2006
Uploaded
December 08, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:49
Story behind the song
Stroy of the past year of the stuff the crew went through this is all real
Lyrics
(Insert)
Gambo
Chi-Chi
Slenda
Ray Ray
No Game
Jr
Oso
Black Rob
Chuckie Chops
Limp Riz
Filthy Pedigree
Affliates baby
(Hook x3)
You know we better than OK
you know we better
we better
____________________________________________
When Chi-Chi got locked up
and No Game went to crack
I had to turn around
and put this whole game on my back
Fam is fam
No shame
aint takin nothin back
Its time to re up
and put this click back on the map
So I
Free up the strings
And
See up on things
Cheechs ride I hide up in back
up wit the blaze
"Oso's" wit Ray Ray in the trial and things
Found out
he wit "Minnasota" things is ok
Still the block is like dam
heard ya boy got locked
When nurotica
came down to see what was hot
Aint no attention paid to these fiends and not
Lee-Bo said
dont watch us
keep ya eyes on the block
even though shit was heavy
we all keep it steady
bust through the levey
cause the tide is high
A Flash on Gambo
just gave us steam
if you aint wit the Clique
den you dont know what that mean..... _________________________________________________
(Insert)
Minnosota black
Mookie
Tru
Lee Lee
Grace
and da rest of yall
pistol smoke
13 and the hill
West shore
Show me if ya ill
(Hook 3x)
___________________________
Now we all out
Balls out and
Fuckn 'em to the walls
They even came for me
but "OSO" cashed em out
Ahhhhhhhhh.......
Now its all or nothing
Leads for stufffin
Play if you want
But bomba clots end up
Resembalin cunts
BLoody and stuffed
Runny and scuffed
Any if Bluffed
Old's
Ford
Chevy
gotta roll tuff
Low key if see me
for the stuff
that a have'em layed
out on the floor
Enuff is enuff
and I Dont care bout the plush
Death is pain
on the body
Either inked
or with the shotty
Bleaker with the roddy
Out for masaritis
to mini coopers
is you supper duper
We can have em duckin the Ak
wonderin who's trin' to shoot ya
Come a long way
From just
a few months ago
And I can get any higher
from a few blunts ago
Loads been laid
Just a few stunts ago
We gotta have it
And Nows the time
So Who wants to Go.........
