Bubble

Get up, get up, haha This yo' nigga, young Ray Luv Back in yo' motherfuckin' face, you know Haha, the lay crew No mo' trouble, just tryna bubble And this goes out to my son Baby I.E., wassup boy? I was a hustler that's thick as straight love in the game Always meant to be a player, but the Luv in my name Who put the hustle in the shelves? I guess my daddy's to blame 'Cause if it made skillah, there weren't no shame in this game But let me go player, caught up in the fortune and fame Thinkin' when I'm gone will they still remember my name? Straight soldier, stay that this here 'til it's over Old folks laughin', tellin' my daddy that I'm never sober Why don't you understand I'm just tryna feed my baby? I'm goin' crazy, none of you fools can thank me You tryna save me, sometimes I feel the love is gone There I go, out the door to get my hustle up Dreams of platinum, rap after rap, bun right back to back While I hustle stack for stack Callin' the crows, the game puts me into trouble Forever, huh, I'ma struggle 'til I buckle Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti) (You gon' pop like a pimple) BG turf OG, go, not that old He went from Zena to Bows, collects the stars and goes Diesel out with the game, we're like 4Gs, ain't no tears Just beer poured for my homies A ghetto star, ever hood and turf know it Haters want me, but trick them suckers, 'slong as the set got love for me I'm linked up to the fullest, so you better think long term Before you come at me with some bullshit The feds is crackin' down like Coolwits And niggas comin' for me, so when I smoke I keep a full clip I just wanna get richer So when you look at success, I'm the bigger you seein' in the picture The B-I-G, E double D, I eat spaghetti You konw me already, nigga with the long fetti Gangbangin' but never see me with no rag No time to 'lax, stuffin' hunnids in the heavy bags The local rollers for the battle, I'ma holla Trump, cause inflation Move the organisation to Seattle Called my up-north connection, he said I got it sold up in Seattle We be judges in the next election I have a ticket to Asebs tonight Ready to get it on 'fore I'm gone on the next flight Oh yo, nigga out the rubble Out to get my money, oh nigga watch my bubble Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti) (You gon' pop like a pimple) My chances gettin' a trillion, I'm in the wind as I'm hustlin' Straight automatic, focal side in traffic, so I'm doublin' 'Cause all I really wanted was a piece of the reason Bust so heavy in this gilet I can't hide, wild skis I've got on the Glock Heard 'em moanin', I play this poppin', I'm bubblin' major Just 19 years old, I'm freezin' gold feeder for paper You ain't know I'ma young BG from the cage Soakin' game from my older cousin Convinced a grad, tell I'm ballin', you thought I wasn't Tryna keep my focus with the daily bomb But I get the locus, swear to God I got more straight keys, my calm Flick of the wrist, we get the dopest Coca-Cola So do the gypsy twist, the hocus-pocus, A1, oh la JNF fool that's tryna stop my hustle It'll be a 211, 1A7 Young Drey is destined to bubble Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti) (You gon' pop like a pimple) So much fatty, I'm feelin' hunnid Every episode I be lookin' for my face on the most wanted Feel like my life was written by Donald Gould A king peer on the run, nigga, like Jessie Edwards Never knowin' which one of these suckers callin' themselves a minus Gotta be pumped up, that spinage, wanna put a hot one in her Young nigga, my grandmomma call me sinner But granny I just wanna make you proud of me and be a winner Get outta this shit before I fade out, doin' bad Go legit before I'm layed out on a slab Who say we can't be hard and still smart? Who say I gotta go out to the peer or that county moor? Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin' Me and my mail, let's see what we can make happen In it to win it and pop like Russel Simmons before I finish A big baller, goin' out to the book, beginners But these player haters known to be snitches and haters Fool you can't fade us, fuckin' with Biggie, yes, the greatest Little homies keep writin', I'ma put five grand on a lawyer Big Eddie records got a business liscense Rumour has it that my young nigga's out there jackin' Oh you ain't know my sign of soldiers, now we goin' platinum I found my route up out the trouble Out to get my money, oh nigga watch my bubble Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti) (You gon' pop like a pimple) For the 1995 Straight tryna bubble...