Mo Money Mo Problems x Criminal

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge.

It'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or less.

Starin' at my jeans, watchin' my genitals bulgin'.

That's my motherfuckin' paws, you better let go of them.

They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of them.

How many records you expect in a cell after your second

He and his child help us destroy these demons.

Oh, and please send me a brand new car with

a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital.

preacher, fifth grade teacher You can't reach me,

And you ain't able to stop these thoughts

You can't stop me from toppin' these charts

And you can't stop me from droppin' each march

The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes, or speed.

The baby came out, disfigured like a mince indeed.

would grow up just as crazy as she don't dare

make fun of that baby cuz that baby was me

I'm a criminal an animal case to turn crazed but

how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you

weren't raised so as I got older and I got

a lot taller my dick shrunk smaller but my balls

got larger I drink more liquor to fuck you up

quicker than you'd want to fuck me up for saying

My morals went when the president got oral

off of his own employee Now don't ignore me,

Now, who's hot, who's not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flop, who cop the blue drop? Who jewels bout box? Who's mostly douchey down to the tube slot? The same old temp, mates, you know ain't nothing changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on the blimp

You don't believe in Harlem world, nigga, double up Don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down Niggas didn't know me, ninety-one, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the goldie sound

P.A.D., niggas hold me down Cooter, school me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp, nigga, spin no dough on the woody When you yell, there go Mace, there go your cutie I call all the shots,

I know you thinkin' now when all the ballin' stops Nigga never home, gotta call me on the dot Ten years from now, we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now,

I got money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours Violate me, this a B.O. day We don't play, mess around, be D.O.A. Be on your way, cuz it ain't enough time here Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here

yeah, yeah Wow. The more problems we see B-I-G-P-O-P-P-A

My team supreme stay clean Triple B miracle dream I be that Catch C at all events bent Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders, playboy I told ya, ear mics to me,

the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gap Where the true players at? Throw your rollies in the sky

Lyric Lee, Nigga C, B.I.G, B. Flossin' Jig on the cover of Fortune,

It's like the more money we come across, the more problems we see behind the home no one can play on from me. It's like the more money we come across, the more problems we see behind me.

The more money we come across, the more problems we see. More problems we see, we heard the whole year was a day.

Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores?

You tell me who flop, who cop the blue drop?

Who's mostly douchey down to the tube slot?

mates, you know ain't nothing changed but my limp

Can't stop till I see my name on the blimp

Guarantee a million sales for the love of love

ninety-one, bet they know me now I'm the young

nigga, spin no dough on the woody When you yell,

I know you thinkin' now when all the ballin' stops

gotta call me on the dot Ten years from now,

I thought I told you that we won't stop Now,

day We don't play, mess around, be D.O.A.

Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here

And I'm bigger than the city lights down at Times Square Yeah,

ain't no problem to get the gap Where the true players at?

Throw your rollies in the sky Wave them side to side,

and keep your hands high While I give your girl a eye

your man ain't about to know I got the dough,

Fizzak I don't know why they walk from me

The more money we come across, the more problems we see.

More problems we see, we heard the whole year was a day.

Mo Money Mo Problems x Criminal - Jammable