Young, Max B. Filmography

• Red Hook Summer (2012)
• Sleep (2012)
• Miracle at St. Anna (2008)
• Miracle at St. Anna (2008)
• Off the Grid: Life on the Mesa (2007)

Miller, Max B. Filmography

• Youthquake! (1977)
• Youthquake! (1977)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Starz Is Back - Max B
• Stake Sause - Max B
• What You Want From Me - Max B
• West Coast Freestyle Pt. 2 - Max B
• We Sip Grand Cru - Max B
• Umma Do Me (jim Jones Diss) - Max B
• These My Streets - Max B
• The Greatest - Max B
• Tattoos On Her Ass - Max B
• Take The Game - Max B
• Take Me Away - Max B
• So Wavy - Max B
• Sexy Love - Max B
• Quarantined - Max B
• Quarantine - Max B
• Porno Muzik - Max B
• Poodie - Max B
• Picture Me Rollin - Max B
• Phone Check - Max B
• Pd 5 - Max B
• Part Time Lovers - Max B
• Oww Oww Oww - Max B
• Osama - Max B
• Oh Oh Oh - Max B
• Oh Nine Banger - Max B
• Money Make Me Feel Better - Max B
• Max And Scar - Max B
• Lord Tryin' To Tell Me - Max B
• Live Comfortable - Max B
• Lip Singin - Max B
• Letter To The Game - Max B
• Letter To Stack Bundles - Max B
• I Gotta Have You - Max B
• Goon Music - Max B
• Free Al Pac - Max B
• First Of The Month - Max B
• Fif In Yo Mouth - Max B
• Everything - Max B
• Dom P - Max B
• Disturbia Money (remix) - Max B
• Dem Boys - Max B
• Dead Solver - Max B
• Cold World - Max B
• Closer I Get To You - Max B
• Cake - Max B
• C.t. Bitches - Max B
• Blow Me A Dub - Max B
• Bigga Make Me Cum - Max B
• Be My Valentine - Max B
• Battlefield - Max B
• Bang Bang Boogie - Max B
• Bad Whiskey - Max B
• Baby Baby - Max B
• Ain't No Fun - Max B
• 38 Pearl - Max B

My life is like a DVD, I took over the streets
Soon as I dropped that PD3
DDT niggaz off the top rope, cop coke
20/10 a piece, nigga my prices vary
Plus it was a 17-5, cherry-green lime
Plenty dick, bitches they say I'm very fine
Hit them every time, never wine or dine
Never treat these bitches like the shit
Like a faucet, nigga I'm the boss, pimp
Bigga got a closet, figure I demolish any nigga tryna ride
Put 'em in the sky
Baby please, I can run through a quarter mil
Often bounce alone, my nigga Frenchie scored a deal
Watch it, how he take it back to Africa, clap at ya
Hit you with the pump, you can call me Count Blackula
7-50 Beamer, not the Acura, Bigga got that caddy
Niggaz doin' good and got you aggy
We got them bitches in the V.I.P., mad drinks and all, all
Baby said she tryna fuck, she a slut, bitch take it off, off
Yeah, nigga the bullets hit ya face and all, all

[Max B:]
Uh, yeah
Coke Wavy Season
Boss Don, French
Let's go
[Hook:]
Yeah, I'm in the ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday
And I'm in the streets till the prisons look at me like "What's wave? "
Baby so come and play
I got that Henny mixed with Coke
Got that Cleeqo mixed with ice
They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice
I was born and raised in the ghetto
(Born and raised baby)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Max B]
I'm heavy B, cock that Desert E
Crusing in that Beamer like 70
20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go
My mayo right, lookin' at that tailpipe
Put it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves
These bitches best believe in me
When I tell 'em "Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in"
Biggaveli 'bout his Benjamins, send 'em in
Make 'em suck and fuck dem dicks, lately I don't trust the tricks
Hit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life
Slippin' and I paid the price
Left my bitch alone and let her gone
Six thousand miles away from home
Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain, no, tryna rope the game
Record labels is now focusing
On the weak shit y'all provide so my sons won't even listen to
Bigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo
[Hook]
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Hit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up
Work I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do
Young boys duckin' feds, niggaz comin' for ya head
61 in the head, homie that's what I do
In the hood I was born and raised
Homie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down
Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up. split ya up
Paramedics gift ya up, coke boys fix ya up
Welcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks
Niggaz foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot
A silverback ape
Cop it when it's here in a drought I be sellin' backs weight
We got the streets, steak sauce
We on top of beef, a whole lotta heat
We never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles

[Max B:]
Boss Don Biggavel'
Beanie Sigel, yeah
[Chorus: Max B {Beanie Sigel}]
What you want from me (what you want from me)
Uh-uh-oh (uh-uh-oh)
Roll the blunt for me (roll the blunt for me)
Ya huh-uh-ohh (huh-uh-oh)
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me (roll this, slut for me)
I'm tryna bone (I'm tryna bone)
Me down, me down
We sit comfortably (we sit comfortably)
{Max B, I'm feelin' wavy in this bitch}
Uh-uh-oww (uh-uh-oww)
{Broad Street Bully, Biggavel', let's get it}
[Beanie Sigel {Max B}:]
If it cost to be the boss, I could flip the bill
Ball like Chris Paul and I don't push the pill
I just move the rock (move the rock) I'm a boss, bitch, rich or not
It's what you keep not what you cop
Ya niggaz talkin' what you used to do
What they used to have, how much coke that they used to grab
Man we doin' it, y'all done it, yeah y'all ran it, but we run it
Shit, if we don't got it {We don't want it}
We don't' chase paper, we catch it
Back and forth trips to the desert
I'm tryna hit my number twice then press it
This money long like cigarette boats
We 'bout to blow it like cigarette smoke
Nigga we eatin' (We eatin')
You niggaz wearin' fake jewelry {Cheatin'}
Man I'm a boss, I don't count paper I way it
And I don't place bets I lay it
And I don't kill niggaz I "Okay" it
[Max B:]
Grand Cru by the case load, Mike N Ikes
Competition, I like dikes
Like to get tipsy, tricksy crammed in
Niggaz you think hot, Bigga, he can't stand them, damn them
I can give a fuck what you niggaz think, I'm gettin' paid (paid)
Penthouse, givin' dick to maids (yeah)
Hit the spades, Black jack, 21, pitty-pat
See you with' your chain, better gimme that
Bitch, Mac book pros all over
Tact took stacks, shook pros all over
I got goons that'll flip and just give 'em the word
Ya know, while I sit in the Bird
Got the boy seeds as in Allah
My Haitian boy teeth way Malakiah, pussy was my alibi
Even though, I was in the cut makin' music
Ay, booty baby'll get ya paid
I can get ya laid off the pimpy, simply, just kuz I'm the guy
Bitches got 'em like Mardi Gras, sit the potty high
I'm a shit on you bitch-made, switchblade
I'll cut you niggaz face, whachu want from me
(What you want)
[Chorus: Max B]
What you want from me (what you want from me)
Uh-uh-oh (uh-uh-oh)
Roll the blunt for me (roll the blunt for me)
Ya huh-uh-ohh (huh-uh-oh)
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me (roll this, slut for me)
I'm tryna bone (I'm tryna bone)
Me down, me down
We sit comfortably (we sit comfortably)
Uh-uh-oww (uh-uh-oww)
[French Montana {Max B}:]
Any set get mashed on, y'all homo niggaz makin' fag corn
Who gave these niggaz platform?
Get the money, then the power, then respect
I don't step on niggaz toes, step on niggaz necks
Nigga check, gave life to the game, say thank you
We don't wanna play, niggaz want the whole table
Gave you niggaz Coke Wave, Quarantine, Cocaine Konvict
Grand Cru with the sour deez
Cough, have ya brains leakin' out (Prego sauce)
A nigga cross us, die on the cross
They want beef, what kinda sauce
I push 911, kinda Posh
Boss Don, Mac, Beans
Niggaz off the wall like a flat screen, what's happening
{Roll the blunt for me (roll the blunt for me)}
{Ya huh-uh-ohh (huh-uh-oh)}
{Hold me down, me down}
[Hollywood Fergie:]
Shit don't stop
Max, Mac N Cheese, talk to 'em Mack
[Beanie Sigel:]
It's The Broad Street Bully, The Silver Surfa
Catch the wave, pull a stop on the 'caine, or I stretch the gauge
100 grand, rubber bands in the duffle
100-shot Mac, leather strap with the muzzle
Rip anything that I spit on
Fuck if it's my beef, any fuckin' set could get dipped on
Kill with the chips or, Max cut the checks and the shit's on
Duck-Hunt these birds till clips gone
(Damn B)
[Chorus: Max B]
What you want from me (what you want from me)
Uh-uh-oh (uh-uh-oh)
Roll the blunt for me (roll the blunt for me)
Ya huh-uh-ohh (huh-uh-oh)
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me (roll this, slut for me)
I'm tryna bone (I'm tryna bone)
Me down, me down
We sit comfortably (we sit comfortably)

Money comin' in, can't complain
Gotta make sure all my business steady right, what you wishin' for?
Hop up on this dick, you slore
Top up on the kitchen floor, all the tables dirty from that res' on the quarter pie
Roll ya eyes at me lil' girl, I'm a rock ya lil' world, cop that pref
"Can ya dick me on ya wishes" she want lots of hugs and kisses
She forgot to tuck the biscuits, tried to tell her it's her fault
Fuckin' broad gave me her income tax, I'll push out and then come stacks
I'll pull out and then come back, niggaz just love my style
I'm a beast, just with this rappin' shit, he gon' run up and clap him quick
He gon' make me slap the bitch, grab the shit, certified with my stamp
Like, "Quarantine? Yeah, that's the shit"
Make 'em see the difference in my game, gotta make that new transition
Got these niggaz, they so envious, Benzy's, he's the stingiest
Give my booger zilch, warm me up, go get the quilt
Got whitey like that 5th of milk
Get the silk Louie or that Gucci hat, baby either, or
I got cake, independent, I don't need these whores
Got me on the line, gotta make the two, pressure on my back
I ain't stoppin' kuz I go so hard, speed up kuz they know the car
Creep up kuz they know it's hard, cross my heart, hope to die
Woozy from that Grand Cru, movie, all the mans whoo
Nigga fuck you worried 'bout my gram dukes
Pockets, two lumps like a camel, animal, oww
Ooh la laaaaa
Thanks for bringin' it back, nigga this is that gangsta shit
Ooh la laaaaa
And when there's beef we run and go get them tankers quick
Ooh la laaaaa
I don't care what they say, nigga I'm Gain Greene for life
Ooh la laaaaa

[Max B:]
We gon' throw it out just to fuck up they single {snickers}
Coke Wave version
Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
We sip Grand Cru, Owwwww
Ow baby
I got these Byrdgang bitches, they can't stand me
Jimmy mad that Chrissy touched it in Miami
All my flows top of the line, I need a Grammy
After my shows, all the hoes throw me they panties
Keep a semi-auto, it be coming in handy
Hol' on, hol' on
Lemme switch and get on Biggavell's shit
Hit the switch, niggaz try to kill me
While I was dosin' off and falling asleep
See this nigga he crawling on his knees
We ordered the V's, and boycotted Ballin' on the T's
Now he be tryna get the loot, but don't nobody listen to his shit
Bigga, he got a bigger dick
Yessur, ridin' like an expert, can't nobody fuck with' him
It's funny, hear his new miss is in love with' him
Homo, sit it on your promo
Oh no, nigga here come the po-po
"Hit it slow-mo" is what she telling me, "lemme feel every inch"
Baby was very tense
"Bigga, all we need is a 5th of Cru, get us in the mood"
He comin', better tell his niggaz to move
[French Montana:]
We pop champagne like Obama won the campaign
Do the damn thang
Lil mama, do your lip gloss thing
Deepthroat, till you start chokang
Sneak-niggaz get put in a coffin
Me and Max like Deniro and Rostine
Flow like water, Poland Spring
Watch them Coke Wave niggaz do the damn thing
Hol', hol' up Pac
Lemme switch to my macaroni with the cheese
Let's rock
French Monatana and Biggavelli
Got a black ski mask and a black skelly
I'll get 'em buried in a cemetary
Just make sure there's money in my commisary
Dem Coke Wave niggaz, they run the city
And stop asking me about the nigga Jimmy
You see them fuck-niggaz lookin' real scary
Running around town tryna black-ball me
Hahaha, how you gon' try to black-ball me
Fuck-nigga, think I don't know 'bout you
Puttin' them cars to Joey I.E.
Asylum and all them niggaz
Tellin' them niggaz don't give us no money
How the niggaz ain't gon' give us no money and you selling 16000
I sell that three days when I drop nigga
Max sell that when he drop first week nigga
How the fuck you try to black-ball us
You can't black-ball us
Go check that new Don Diva
You top seller?
Nigga I'm the top seller in the muthafuckin' country nigga
And I got my London boys, they'll tell you
I'll sell 16000 over there, and this beat was wack
We still bodied it
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout man
We run the city nigga
You ain't gon' give us them checks, we gon' take 'em
Fuck-ass niggaz

[Verse 1:]
You just do you and I just do me
I smoke sour, I don't do E (Yeah)
You just move two, I just move three
I'm in a, I'm in a new league, I'm in a, I'm in a new V
Got that Beamer, the big fo'-do', got that cig' and a big 4-4
First nigga move, he gon' get gone, first nigga snooze, he don't sit long
Grand Cru, got a nigga sitting on ice (ice)
Biggavel, bitch, I'm so nice, plus you got hooks for a real nice price
I'm a crook, bitch, I'm so right
Gotta get right before that flight, come suck it kuz it's nuthin' bitch
Go against that Biggavel I'll put you on that bucket list
Fix him up with suttim' quick, yeah I used to write them bars
Had this nigga lookin' good, had this nigga pipin' broads
Now this nigga tryna flip (fuck it) like I give a damn
Time to get clean, I'm a wash my hands
Kept that grease in the won-to pan, man
Nigga this that PD3, make your bitch come sleep with me
Won't you let me get them drawers
Baby suck my dick and floss
[Hook:]
Stop fuckin' with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders
Bitches drink that Grand Cru, then they want me up inside 'em
Ride 'em, cops come, I'm gon' get them bricks and hide 'em
Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
You are nothing, with no Max B
I won't help you, so don't ask me (Oww)
Where's my paper, bitch you owe me
Chrissy think I'm cute, she wants to blow me
Just like the others, they all wanna taste this dick
Plus I gotta leave, gotta make that great
Too you better leave go play that straight
Got this nigga runnin' round like he fuckin' with the Boss Don
Nope, bring some smoke, I'm gon' crush him like a roach
See what happen when you give a nigga wave, he gon' run with' it
Helped you write your only hit, Ballin' was some corny shit
Nigga this that new improved 7-60, "Oww, oh why
Max, u guy, why you shoot it in my eye, oww
[Hook:]
Stop fuckin' with them gangstas, Gain Greene, we them riders
Bitches drink that Grand Cru, then they want me up inside 'em
Ride 'em, cops come, I'm gon' get them bricks and hide 'em
Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer

[Hook:]
Deez my streets, deez my corners
Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner
Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna
Jeeps run up on ya
Beef with them heats and them jeeps that'll scorn ya
Mom through, pop through
Dress up, black suit, tend to wear condom on ya
Your wife, your friends, your kids condom on ya
Don't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya
[Verse 1:]
Where the fuck is my bread (Where it at nigga)
Mu'fucka, I'll bust yo' head (Bust ya shit)
Fill ya fuckin' ass up with lead
Heard through the grapevine, you working for the feds
(That's what I heard dog)
I'm 'bout to put Harlem on the map
Pop the trunk of the Jag and put your father in the back
We hoggin' in the back
You niggaz eat real good in the front row while niggaz starvin' in the back
We mobbin' in the back
Gun cocked, jewels off, robbin' in the back
Kill a white bitch while she joggin' in the back
Open up your mouth, come slob a nigga's sack, bitch
Max spit hard, the nigga rap
Sawed-off shotgun, revolve a nigga clap
All off hot one, dissolve a nigga fat
All off hot ones, resolve a nigga's ass
Yeah, talk to 'em nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I gets high and abusive
Got a brand-new hammer and I'm dyin' to use it
We kill a nigga softly, get a nigga off me
Slap his tray on the floor and spill a nigga coffee
I got faith in this man, but will he ever cross me
Will he ever get up to gone and try to off me
I ain't waiting on this nigga to do me
I'm a do him like Nino did to G-Money in the movie
One in his head on the roof
The god blow back and kick bread on the stoop
Infrared on your shoot
Little small dots be resemblin' the circus
Dissembling your surface
I don't know which emblem to purchase
I'm a household name, a good friend of the Burton's
And all my lil' niggaz is deices
Strap 'em up with C-4s and send 'em in the precinct
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Niggaz saying Harlem ain't hot, don't get popped
Nigga our gun talk
Cop drops from cocaine rocks
Gun spark, Glock cocked, brought it from Bangkok
Turn your man into a Hulkamania tanktop (Damn)
I'm a fan on the low, I like dudes
Floss chain bigger like 60 ice cubes
I can't predict my future
But before I go back to the pen my bitch'll shoot ya
I don't mean to confuse ya
You got a good song, that don't mean you're the future (nope)
You got a good song, think you the bomb
Dogs out to fuse ya
Post up with the ball, back down and use ya
Post up with the.4, clap clowns, abuse 'em
Gat sounds amusing, smackdown, remove 'em
Nigga we'll lose ya (yeah)
Keep ya fresh, put your body with the brew in the cooler
Holla back, yes
[Hook]
Yeah, tried to warn you niggaz man
Now y'all gotta learn the hard way
Fuck it, 'bout to just take this shit all off
Y'all can't stop me nigga
Your Boss Don Biggaveli
You niggaz fall back
Gang Greene, Byrdgang bitch
Let's get this money
The game is all mines man

[Max B:]
They say I'm the greatest
No, they trully do, they say I'm the greatest
Grease, what's good baby
Oww Oww Oww
Know we got this thing goin' on
This Goon Music, yeah
Can't explain myself, I don't how I'm a tell you (lemme tell ya suttin')
Oww Oww Oww
[Hook: Max B]
As bad as I wanna tell ya, I just can't seem to say it
I love you more than you'll ever know (than you'll ever know)
They say there is no competition, you put him up and I bet he blow
Don't get mad you ain't wavy, baby
I got the Beamer that's white as snow (that's white as snow)
I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know
(Fuck it like you'll never know)
[Verse 1: Max B]
I told the girl (what you told her?)
"Why you keep rollin' on to me baby?
Let the Grand Cru taste ya golden lady"
Finally there came a realization that, murder I was facin', Jack
Burner on ya tongue, let you taste the Mac, bitches tastin' Max
They suck and they swallow, gargle
Pour it on the model, shut up bitch, gargle (swallow)
Let off six hollows, light any of them, fuck it, die slow
Niggaz cooperatin' with 5-0
I know what they do, just give me some room, lemme twerk
Mami I'm tryna lift ya skirt
Hit ya lil fanny from the back, gotta tell her me go deeper
Only time you niggaz fly is Easter, weaker
She makin' me seem when she fuck it then she touch a nigga skin
That lotion, gotta rub it in
She like that Johnson & Johnson, Vigilante like Charles Bronson
Run in your apartment, oww
[Hook: Max B]
As bad as I wanna tell ya, I just can't seem to say it
I love you more than you'll ever know (than you'll ever know)
They say there is no competition, you put him up and I bet he blow
Don't get mad you ain't wavy, baby
I got the Beamer that's white as snow (that's white as snow)
I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know
(Fuck it like you'll never know)
[Verse 2: Mac Mustard]
Shorty in the right place at the wrong time
Lemme hit that tight holster with this long .9
Baby got me in the way, y'all bitches wanna swallow
Said she love my verse so I can pour it on the model
I was loadin' the hollows, thinkin' 'bout the next hit
Bitch was on some next shit, titties rubbin' her necklace
Reckless, my bitch be calm in the hood, she catch me with the next bitch
She goin' to her ass, uh, the Tecs spit
So be quick on the follow-up and you can get this nice dick to gobble up
And I will tell you when your time is up
Biggavell, line 'em up, Mac takin' 'em all down
No numbers to call now, these bitches is whores now
[Hook: Max B]
As bad as I wanna tell ya, I just can't seem to say it
I love you more than you'll ever know (than you'll ever know)
They say there is no competition, you put him up and I bet he blow
Don't get mad you ain't wavy, baby
I got the Beamer that's white as snow (that's white as snow)
I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know
(Fuck it like you'll never know)
[Verse 3: Max B]
Bigga he do it big, better check my status, I'm a boss
My Ferrari, I flew it in, threw it in
As a little bonus baby love because you earned it
Everything I taught her 'bout the game, mami learned it
Crawlin' up for sherm sticks, poppa in the living room
Bitches screamin', "Fuck me" in they interviews, interludes
"Maxi, I'm so into you", "Baby, no you ain't, you just sprung"
She got that earring in her tongue
And she like to do it out in public, shoot-out on some thug shit
Said she wanna move out of her husband's
Cousins, sisters, aunties, nieces
Smokin' on 50's of sour then her in pieces
[Hook: Max B]
As bad as I wanna tell ya, I just can't seem to say it
I love you more than you'll ever know (than you'll ever know)
They say there is no competition, you put him up and I bet he blow
Don't get mad you ain't wavy, baby
I got the Beamer that's white as snow (that's white as snow)
I'm tryna fuck it like you'll never know

Tatoos on her ass
Take one
Dame Grease, we got 'em baby
Got these niggaz
Got the whole game tryna take us down Al Pac
You know it's Vigilante Season man
Fuck this shit
So I'll just give you that wave
Shout to the Four Horsemen
Let's get 'em, uh
[Hook:]
Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced
(Too advanced)
How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands
(Fuck you do that, fucked up now)
When my songs come on, they do the dance
(Do the dance)
Bitches tattoo my name on they ass
[Verse 1:]
Yeah
The Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up
The Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up
Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums
My DVDs be in the slums
Lookin' all good in my three-piece, got you niggaz speech weak
You bitch niggaz couldn't see me like cheap seats
Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve steps
Squeeze at you niggaz till no shells left
Stop it son you not the shit, I'll pop a clip
Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit
What the fuck is that, that's some homo shit
I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo shit
That ain't even one third of the wave, I possess the fury
Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry
Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I'm a nuke myself
Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself
Nigga that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me
They gon' find ya like Pimp C
I don't give a fuck about your bullshit, best to show me where the money be
Nigga your only 23
Owww
[Hook:]
Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black
(Coupe is black)
And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash
Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that
She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
[Verse 2:]
Nigga I ain't trippin' off this shit
I'm a tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?)
Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty
The 2010 Biggie
Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru
Got the Codeine, sour make the whores leave
More fiend, that's that shit I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship
Taste it, get you niggaz facelifts
Get you niggaz wasted, Bigga the better spar
Pay for your funeral on my debit card
Cop a pine box, you don't want that, baby
Niggaz on my dick, screamin' "Wavy"
Try to do a splash, now cyclones
They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E's got you hyper
Nigga stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set
They make me wanna squirt the Tech
Owww
[Hook:]
Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks
(Doin' tracks)
She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash
She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that
(What type fruits is that)
She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced
(Too advanced)
How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands
(Fuck you do that)
When my songs come on, they do the dance
(Do the dance)
Bitches tattoo my name on they ass
Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black
(Coupe is black)
And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash
Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that
She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
Freaky bitch, yeah
Need a nice outro for this one
Ain't gotta say much
Vigilante Season, ya know
Boss Don Biggavel'
Dame Grease
Four Horsemen baby, yeah
Got bottles of that Grand Cru
Ya know the industry, comin' for my head
All these niggaz talkin' greasy 'bout the boy
Let's let the music speak for itself, ya know
Lil' coke head niggaz runnin' round the game
Poppin' them percs, shrooms
Fuck with' ya boy bitch
The Boss Don, oww
Gotta love it
Gain Greene, yeah
That's it, huh

[Verse 1: Max B]
I tell niggaz to ante up
Let the family fuck, bitch, why you pull ya panties up, stand me up
Sit me down, hit me with the pound, I'm a keeper
You niggaz outta style like beepers
Bigga, he's teacher, he could show you loops that you never seen
Fruits from the Evergreen
I'm the quality pedigree, young Bron James with the ball
But on the weak, I'm ashamed of y'all
Claim the fame to call myself Bigg, Jigg, and Pac, hit the cigs a lot
Mami, she like to lick the cock, skip the drop (skip it)
7-60 V12 for the winter
Take your shoes off before you enter
Get her dentures a good cleaning, speed in 'em till they get white
This nigga he like Mekhi Phiph', actor
Fuck you tryna rap for, even though I'm comfty
(They can never take the game from a young G)
[Hook: Max B]
Yeah
I like six-fours and thick hoes
Just look at the way she walk, my shit grows
Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes
(They can never take the game from a young G)
[Repeat]
[Verse 2: Mac Mustard]
My nigga, we stack bread, let it fly through the roof
Take the leash off the vinyls, let 'em fly through ya Coupe
Watch him fly off the stoop, trippin' over trashcans
Got this shit infected like the trashman
Cash fam will get a nigga laid on his ass fam
Jimmy couldn't ride the wave, now he yellin' "Splash" fam, damn
Niggaz ask what type of zone you be in
Kuz I keep the six parked, and we drive the 5 like a UBN
Let you pick a nigga like UPN
And leave his brains all over the hood of his new BM
'80's baby, raised off of Rakim and Kool G Rap
Spit slugs that knock the pins off ya bitch doobie rap
Leave a nigga laid out on the corner of his block
Throw the press on and leave his ass cornered with his rocks
Better warn him that I pop, hit his head with the warning shot
(They can never take the game from a young G)
[Hook: Max B]
Yeah
I like six-fours and thick hoes
Just look at the way she walk, my shit grows
Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes
(They can never take the game from a young G)
[Repeat]
[Verse 3: Max B]
Heavy on the wristwear, shit real glittery
I puts ya outta ya misery
Piffery, slippery, get me in a jam, I can ease out
Dropped the Domain, had 'em fiend out
Had 'em bowing down to the great one, niggaz praise me like the Buddha
My music slways moves ya, lose ya
Leave ya in the woods till it stinks up, get ya links up
Nigga you best to drink up
Nigga you best, stop fuckin' with me, I'm a grizzly
Glide through the city like a frisbee, mama dig me
Wanna suck, fuck, wanna let the team get a taste
I'm tryna do it in her face
Do it for the cake, kuz it's needed, beat it
Homie best to step, things are almost completed
This murder case, so I'm weeded, I'm gettin' money, B
(They can never take the game from a young G)
[Hook: Max B]
Yeah
I like six-fours and thick hoes
Just look at the way she walk, my shit grows
Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes
(They can never take the game from a young G)

All I'm tryna do is chill
Probably cake a couple mill until they take me away
Pop a shot up at ya grill
Drop the top on the Deville until they take me away
Byrdgang, we're makin' hits
I just need another fix till they can take me away
This for my mans in the grave
My niggaz ride my waves till they can take me away
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the Biggavel'
Pop shots at the nigga Pell', blaze his man, make the nigga tell
Give a fuck what the nigga sell (nigga sell)
My gun gon' spit
This nigga, he this shit, he keep on making hits (and hits)
I do this shit, that rapper, he a thug
Even though they cashin' them checks we still be slangin' drugs
You ain't think he can go so in
Tees run me 120, my Vs run me 120, you bitch, I'm gettin' money
I'm a load that Nina, cock that back
Close that Beamer, stack that stack
You another man when you clap that back
Blew a 100 grand and I got that back (that back)
Tried to tell 'em I was comin' next
Cause everything he touch so clean in a Harlem Hummer vet
Run when cops come to get ya
Pop your top with the sizzler
Pumping cock in your sister
I'm Big Shot, get the picture
Nigga keep stuntin' and frontin' I'm a come and get ya
Send some nigga that'll leave you float in the waters like Flipper
Owww
All I'm tryna do is chill
Probably cake a couple mill until they take me away
Pop a shot up at ya grill
Drop the top on the Deville until they take me away
Byrdgang, we're makin' hits
I just need another fix till they can take me away
This for my mans in the grave

[Hollywood Fergie:]
It's ya boy (Yeah)
Hollywood Fergie
Dj Dyber, Biggavel' (Oww)
It's a Gain Greene wave baby
Let's go
[Chorus: Dj Dyber]
Fifty dollar tees, fifty dollar briefs
Five hundred dollar jeans, thousand dollar sneaks
And I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
The girls go crazy, yeah
I can get you lipstick, hundred dollar lipstick
Give me money kisses (That mack lipgloss)
I'm so wavy (Ay)
I'm so wavy, the girls go crazy
[Verse 1: Max B]
Light a couple up, get Bigga in the mood
In love with the Grand Cru, I mix it in my food
Nigga you, give dem bitches your all
I hit 'em with the dick, and I don't even call
I don't need 'em, more or less, bags filled up
Watch Cops, cause they comin' to kill us
Real plush, all my niggaz sit clean
Off that yola, Henny I never mix it with soda
Cola, rocks like boulders, whoa
Baby stressin' want me to hold her, no
Me and Mose in the Rolls
He's fresh off the Union, units we be movin'
Crusin', spaceship, black seven fifty
V-12, Oww, know you like my style, wavy
Baby tried to play me, Biggavel' and Dyber
Lil' niggaz better eat ya fiber
[Bridge: Dj Dyber]
I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
The girls go crazy, ride the wave
I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
I'm so wavy, ride the wave
Girls go crazy
[Chorus: Dj Dyber]
Fifty dollar tees, fifty dollar briefs
Five hundred dollar jeans, thousand dollar sneaks
And I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
The girls go crazy, yeah
I can get you lipstick, hundred dollar lipstick
Give me money kisses
I'm so wavy
I'm so wavy, the girls go crazy
[Verse 2: Dj Dyber]
My Louis squares like New York City Squares
You wear 'em my whole grand leaks on moms teddy bears
You know I'm making moves, get your Jimmy Choos
And Louis belts, different color browns, and
Like the Cosby kids, or some mom and kids, I call 'em quote heads
What ya gonna do, I guess I get my cake up
Then I hit up Jacob, now I'm in Dumont, hey
Wavy baby, the game try to pave me
But they can't change me, they won't enslave me
I'm a make moves, no matter of my surroundings
I'm a stay cool, so fresh, so clean
I'm a outcast, I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
Stole your doll and made her Billie Jean
What she gonna do in Gucci jeans
Neck bling, wrist bling, ears all gleam
[Chorus: Dj Dyber]
Fifty dollar tees, fifty dollar briefs
Five hundred dollar jeans, thousand dollar sneaks
And I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
The girls go crazy, yeah
I can get you lipstick, hundred dollar lipstick
Give me money kisses
I'm so wavy

Still early baby
So wavy
Feel so comfortable tonight
Shout out to the New York Giants
We gon' do this one for PDP
It's ya boy Biggavel'
[Verse 1:]
Well at first I caught you creepin'
Wasn't even sleep when she hit the speaker and bleeped him
Peeped him, my nigga Page called said he would beat him, leak him
I told my nigga "Chill, that'd be cheatin'", Owwww
Used to spend and give ya money
We used to make love, lemme lick and dip in ya honey, it's funny
Because before you it was the money, she want me
Told me pull it out and don't leave it coming, ouuuut
[Chorus:]
(I came)
Oh shit baby my bad
(You came)
It's the way you moving your ass
(Stop playing)
Before I even gave you some ass
You shoulda told me that you was gon' cum
(You came)
Baby I didn't mean to do it
(I came)
Your pussy leaks when ya need the fluid
(Stop playing)
Before I even gave you my pussy
You shoulda told me that you was gon' cum
[Bridge:]
Is he the reason that my phone couldn't bleep ya
I heard he treat you bad, heard he beat ya
Bring that pussy home like you used to do
I'm still on my grind, I'm gettin' money
Light the sour up so I can get a buuh-uzzz
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
I used to play with' her, lay with' her, mate with' her
5 nights out the week, stay with' her
Listen babygirl I used to say to her "Why you actin' stank?
Too much smoking and less talkin' bitch, won't you crush that dank"
Won't you tell me that you love me, hug me, choose me
Your smiling face, mixed the Grand Creezy with a smoothie
Poppa's in a movie, poppa got a Uzi
He moves it, plus he won't hesistate to use it
Baby why you stressin', lemme get another shot
Keep it comin' by the dozen, lemme get another rock
Lemme get another drop
Maybe that in black with the grip wood
Mami say she love me kuz the dick good
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Yeah what's good ladies
Lookin' right for this one baby
This the one right here, this that sexy love for the ladies
'08 Million Dollar Baby 2
Lazy K, Owww
I'm doin' big things in the hood man
Harlem in the building man
All day, Lenox Ave, 7th Ave, 8th Avenue

Yeah, PD5
Goin' through a lotta shit, you know
Just figure I'd talk about it
Boy Yung Los, shit
Lightin' my thing up real quick
Get in the mood
Uh, yeah
[Chorus:]
Baby I know I done fucked up for now
Baby I know I done fucked up the house
I done messed up, what I'm a do now
Oww Owwwww
Baby I know I broke ya heart
Sorry I cheated on you right before the start
I know I done fucked up, what I'm a do nowwwww
[Verse 1:]
Max back on the streets, Bigga you done fucked up now
Think wifey penetrated my passcode, asshole
You keep fuckin' these different girls
And like the last time, you gon' end up in a different world
Givin' gifts to girls, never splurgin', mergin'
From the left lane, got that Chevy Suburban, heroin
You's uptight, you come through startin' up a fight
These bitches have you startin' to like
When I brought your baby to the window
Twice a week, you was in the county, lookin' real clowny
Downy, Tide mixed with bleach on my fabrics
Shorty tucked the flare, my jaws is 40 bucks a pair
Yeah, I could buy it, supply it, seven black cards back to back
And I'm not being biased, liars
Said y'all was holdin' me down, if shit ever got thick
My baby, she just like the bitch, damn
[Chorus:]
Baby I know I done fucked up for now
Baby I know I done fucked up the house
I done messed up, what I'm a do now
Oww Owwwww
Baby I know I broke ya heart
Sorry I cheated on you right before the start
I know I done fucked up, what I'm a do nowwwww
[Verse 2:]
She tried to tell me "Baby I'll do anything you need me to
Most your bitches don't (don't) and they don't even come close"
Gunsmoke, seened the shit seapin' through the air at the crimescene
The caddy, copped the lime-green, mines mean
Engine is a 8-valve, but that is not a enough, I need 12
I'm a 9 on the richter scale
The other one percent, that's you and ya flunkies, go against the don
My father did the oddjobs
Momma never worked, used to drug a lot, now it feel good when she lean
Never knew what it meanin' to fiend
Watch her do the yola right in front of me
Used to bring the two that she needed, the plate drop, I would get a beatin'
I would get the heat and run up in the office with the phone
Tell 'em you in a meetin', leakin'
Speakin' of the bullshit, you already did you wrong
Baby that's why I made this song
[Chorus:]
Baby I know I done fucked up for now
Baby I know I done fucked up the house
I done messed up, what I'm a do now
Oww Owwwww
Baby I know I broke ya heart
Sorry I cheated on you right before the start

[Max B:]
Dame Grease (it's ya boy Biggavel')
Hollywood Ferg
Fuck with' yo' boy, ow
[Hook: Max B]
Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too
Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood
Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)
Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up
When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9
I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)
Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery
Ow Ow
[Verse 1: Max B]
Now I got youngins in the front, nah surrender for someone
Gotta, gotta get that dough, I can bet I hit that hoe
Told her daddy that she love me, Bigga, she eat my dick
Leave ya red like a tomato, gonna spin you like tornado
Know that boy, he got that label, Bigga don't fuck with Gain Greene?
Hit you with that big shit, get your career ended
Nigga I feel offended
Best to watch your mouth when you speakin' to the chief
Leave you leakin' in the street
Catch you cheatin' that's your feet (feet) off of them, they go
Leave you all fileted and broke, they don't alternate that coke
I'm a hit them when they close they eyes, ship they dome all out the sky
Hide ya prize, every dime I count is mines
Ow Ow
[Hook: Max B]
Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too
Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood
Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)
Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up
When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9
I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)
Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery
Ow Ow
[Verse 2: Hollywood Fergie]
Foster home to foster home, case in D.C.F.
Yung Ferg, kicked to the curb and forced to head and nest
Always knew that I'd be blessed, like a angel in the flesh
I get high, ready to die, you can see it in my eye
Wasn't for rap, I'd prolly be dead, wasn't for coke, I'd prolly be broke
Wasn't for push, I'd prolly be bitched, fuck you think, touchin' all them bricks
Almost had dreams that I copped that six, know these fiends, gon' need that fix
I'll be there like the Jackson 5, stay on point like Allen I
Check Maxy for them pies, he gon' front me 25
Bring 'em back, 20 perp, off 'em all for 25
Middleman anything that I can, who the fuck you think that I am
Cop that Aston-Martin caddy, I ain't even touch my sack
Fiends be itchin' like a rash, mami told me stroke it fast
"Are you done? ", she said "Yeah, right", only Bigga make me cum
Fuckin' smut, I pull out and bust, all over her butt
I'll be damned, the way she move, I'm bussin' all over my hand
[Hook: Max B]
Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too
Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood
Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)
Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up
When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9
I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)
Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery
Ow Ow
[Verse 3: Max B]
I took the streets without no radio, Maxy, he's so wavy yo
Ol' girl, she wanted that 80 of blow, had to get her right
She said "Biggy, I feel freaky like Miss Piggy
Won't you hop up like a froggy", "Bitch I'm 'bout to do you doggy"
There's no way you can be my shorty, see I don't love these hoes
I just touch 'em and I tease 'em, I'm big pimpin', never beat 'em
Never (never) get excited when a nigga meet 'em
Do 'em like my other bitches mane, he pull up in sixes mane
He pull up and hit ya mane, right when you on that block
Push 'em off, said you can't leave kuz you got 'em off that rock
Tell me when's it all gon' stop, the shooters that fled now scream bleep
No more Aston Mars, put you in a casket pa
Took you off that wagon car, couldn't roll with that wave
It's a shame, that these niggaz doin' Broadway plays
Lookin' all shiny from that make-up, got that watch but not from Jacob
Got that cake, can't wait to go back to Jamaica
Ow Ow
[Hook: Max B]
Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too
Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood
Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up)
Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up
When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind
Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9
I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine)
Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery

[Verse 1:]
Baby I can get in ya mind
I can make you never love another bitch
Smoke the haze to soothe yo' mind
I'm stressin' won't you come and get this dick
I doggystyle then she oww oww oww
She likes to get wild, she likes to get down down down
Said she love it when I'm fuckin' it, on top of the cover and
Beat it like a quarter key, paper she don't lovin' it
Gotta nigga lovin' it, skeet it in ya face bitch
Grip me by the balls, I need you to come and taste this
He do with no spaceships, floatin' through the city
I'll be focused on ya titty while we bouth be lookin' pretty
Lemme focus on ya kitty, Bigga do it ri-ight
All I'm tryna do is spend the ni-ight
Leave we gon' be puttin' up a fi-ight
Got them Louis bags on the fli-ight
Time to say goodbye-yiy
[Chorus:]
So just come give it to a nigga girl
Lemme see ya lil' light twirl
And then she say why she a freak
Naw, I heard she was a very nice girl
I heard she cool, heard she even went to school
Heard she friends with some nice white girls
My baby splurge, I like the way she work it
So baby I hope you like my world
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm ballin' on some other shit
Everywhere we go keep them sweeters on some other shit
Heaters on that mothership
Damn a nigga real, won't you come make love to me
Won't you come break off in me, don't you wanna fuck with me
Nigga gimme that, ride him and that Benz, me and Mini Max
Put you on ya piggyback, play ya in some pitty-pat
Baby come and get it, won't you taste it and come lick it
Got a nigga screamin' ay-yay, we fuck everyday-yay
We fuck when it's payday, mayday
Maxy B, I can give a fuck about what you gave me, played me
I ain't havin' nuttin', you's a faggot, plus you stuntin'
Cop that baggage kuz it's nuffin', I'm established
I can puff it on the average, I got suttin'
Bigga, he don't play-yay
Baby I'm just tryna know ya na-ame
All them other niggaz is so la-ame
All they wanna do is lip-si-ing, I'm about to si-ing
[Chorus:]
So just come give it to a nigga girl
Lemme see ya lil' light twirl
And then she say why she a freak
Naw, I heard she was a very nice girl
I heard she cool, heard she even went to school
Heard she friends with some nice white girls
My baby splurge, I like the way she work it

Uh, yeah
It's ya boy Boss Don Biggavel'
'Bout to bring ya that wave
So street, so wavy
Got these niggaz bobbin' and weavin'
Oh man, 16000 the first week
[Verse 1:]
What kinda muthafucka black-ball a nigga off YouTube
I can tell ya who, baby I got new shoes
Ridin' on the wave like knarley, kill that nigga probably
I tell all the bitches my name Charly, Bobby
Whitney, niggaz tried to hit me
Nigga my only fear is God should come and get me, quickly
'Fore these Bergen bitches try to put a nigga on a death list
My crew they gettin' restless
Fuck it, I ain't never goin' back (never)
They gon' have to find me like Sadaam, got Bigga tatooed on my arm
Got Al Pac, he's a rider, he ready to squeeze on my command
I'm 'bout to give him 100 grizz, his brother was with me in the can (Peanut)
They call him Peanut
Pour me a swigga and roll the weed up, G's Up
Max, I remember that (yeah) you and B shot the shit
Together y'all the Men In Black, Will Smith
Numbers I can do if these lip singin' bitches stop hatin' on my movement
Beamer like a cruise ship
Whip it up nice, that's a cool flip, brought it back big
Bigga the quarterback kid
[Chorus:]
All my Gain Greene niggaz gettin' paid (hey)
Mami I blow 100 in every night I love blessin' 'em with the stick
I'm a ride (Oww)
Nigga you's a bitch, take a look at my eyes
Mami wonder why (why)
My 4-4 gon' make sure that Poodie won't grow
Baby I'm the don (don)
Got the chickens lookin' good
Take a look at my arm
[Verse 2:]
Nigga did, only 16000
When we go to the mall, baby we ain't browsin'
Baby we be, sellin' in front of housing, non-stop, pirate
Movin' in 20 degree climates
I miss, driving in the sunset
Baby open your mouth, I'm tryna get your tongue wet, dumb sex
Three or four bitches in a day, it's enough dick for all of them
Gain Greene niggaz steady ballin'
Bottles we be pourin', you got another nigga wave
Baby I'm makin' 10 a day
I was in the shade tryna cool off, kuz a nigga really on fire
Jimmy, I'm 'bout to make him retire
Sour got me higher, on a different level
Got me 'bout to make a deal with the devil
I can see the, reflection off the bezel
It glitter off the VV
I tell these niggaz to come and see me
Freely, Biggavel' spit it, give you pain
They tryna ban lip sing
Ask about your nigga kuz I get it in, we clockin' them Benjamins
Whenever you look a bitch is with him again
[Chorus:]
All my Gain Greene niggaz gettin' paid (hey)
Mami I blow 100 in every night I love blessin' 'em with the stick
I'm a ride (Oww)
Nigga you's a bitch, take a look at my eyes
Mami wonder why (why)
My 4-4 gon' make sure that Poodie won't grow
Baby I'm the don (don)
Got the chickens lookin' good
Take a look at my arm
[Verse 3:]
Yeah
Least night I had the skeeze
Feelin' so good it had to be
Me and my homies, we gettin' the money
Man oh man, we gotta admit
Lotta niggaz wanna roll with the team
Lotta niggaz wanna join Gain Greene
But if you go against Greene I will
I'm a let the semi-auto spill
Bigga chill, better sip on some Hennessy
Nigga 'fore you bleed, we ridin' on our enemies
Hit them niggaz up, 'fore them pace that bullshit, bomb first
Niggaz they keep they money in Converse, arms thirst
Tryna get a hit, ain't no tellin' what she do
Is she there for ya rock, then she stick it in the stem
Bigga gettin' it again, Blizz came, put me in the mood
Bought me a 5th of Grand Cru
Got you niggaz sittin' in the studio, dreamin' of the Grammy's
Stressin' and contemplatin' the planned beef
Family always come first when there's prices, got spices
Biggaveli the nicest
[Chorus:]
All my Gain Greene niggaz gettin' paid (hey)
Mami I blow 100 in every night I love blessin' 'em with the stick
I'm a ride (Oww)
Nigga you's a bitch, take a look at my eyes
Mami wonder why (why)
My 4-4 gon' make sure that Poodie won't grow
Baby I'm the don (don)
Got the chickens lookin' good
Take a look at my arm

(I walk the streets alone) It's a priviledge
(I walk the streets alone)
Suttin' you can't do baby
That's another topic, let's give it to 'em
[Verse 1:]
Them niggaz need to hit me with my grip
I want it now, I'm a ride on these bitches till I get it
I'm comin' down to the studio, we know where ya be, you can hide, but you can't run
Get that bitch from me, here her man come
Jealous like a little green monster
These bitches just flashin' money, Maxi I really want ya
I just wanna start a lil' familay
Bitch, what ya talkin' 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and ya mother can't stand me
Candy, brought her on her birthday
Fuck is the PD3, niggaz is gettin' thirstay
Lip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out
She said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out
All my niggaz hoodied out, hooded up
Now whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough
Shorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitchin' man
Got me duckin' the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn
[Chorus:]
Just let me live my life with' you
(Just let me live my life with' you)
I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh
Lil' nigga you just mad I won't write with' you
Owwww
You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go
Owwww
Picture me rollin'
[Verse 2:]
I be speakin' to my brother
He told me keep the pressure on these niggaz, never trust 'em
They test you, muthafuck 'em
Nigga Gida gettin' big, smoked and stroll, he said "Biggavel'...
Watch them niggaz you with", then he lit up a L
Gotta give 'em that, Bigga mannin' up, nigga bounced back
Gain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce back
See the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome
Momma, she in love with' her grandson
Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin
Lookin' like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby
Maybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was
Only fucks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz
Lemme tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streets
Nigga don't sleep, runnin' from the police
O.G. told me, step on niggaz, had to get to the top
Nigga we non-stop, nigga we gon' pop
[Chorus]
Picture me rollin' baby
Boss Don Biggavel', oh man
Shout ot my boy, Yung Los, on the beat
Musical genius, yeah
It's Gain Greene baby
Domain Pain, art of lip singin'

Yeah,... gucci,... niggers out
Over change, phone check bitches
I... let's get it
Oh, yeah, yeah, ah
... phone check,...
... trying to give me the banging
... shake niggers up,... on the wall
... this is phone check nigger,
Get your dough check nigger and we up
... bubble ass
I'ma... nigger up,... this is my time
... give me... never... nothing...
Baby mama tell me what's a...
... I got shit... my side of town
Got g'd... everything I need
Got g'd... everything I need
Got g'd... everything I need
Got g'd... everything I need

[Chorus:]
We street niggaz who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?)
Oww Owwww
We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?)
Pow Powwww
I start a show without the radio, which way did he go?
Oww Owwww
Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go)
Chao Chaoooow
[Verse 1:]
Big crib, cannons in every room
I got the ship, Greasey he got the Chevy Doom
I can barely move when he see that shit here
See this 5th gear, I sit in a big chair
Make the finer decisions wherever his head go, the nigga dead though
Fuck, he need him in medical
Better get him a nice sized box to sleep in
It's over for him, the nigga was knee-deep in
Seen him creepin', from the right side, bright side, bitches love the dick
They always say it's the right size
Nice eyes, hazel like fruit punch, lemonade
This is the season for vigilantes and renegades
Been afraid of nuttin' that crossed my path, bitch
He had me confused, I put him down in the casket
Drastic measures I be takin' when you bitches put my back against the wall
Fuckers be tryna blackball
Got a fat draw with nuttin' but cash in it
Stash crack in it, thought I lost but I'm back in it
Heavy in the street shit, still on my one and twos
About to punish you, better put on your runnin' shoes
[Chorus:]
We street niggaz who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?)
Oww Owwww
We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?)
Pow Powwww
I start a show without the radio, which way did he go?
Oww Owwww
Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go)
Chao Chaoooow
[Verse 2:]
All I got is my hancock now, man down
You bitches on round cock now
Got the shit on lock but I ain't satisfied, Bigga need more
Like I'm in bed with three whores, me are
Not them niggaz on TV, them niggaz is weak
They never really be in the street
Hold 'em all accountable for taking out the mouths of the niggaz I fucks with
Bitches, keep 'em in bunches, lunches
Dinners at the hotel suite, I'm the most hated on
And I don't eat, filet mignone
Better pay me on the first and the 15th, nigga hit me
Twenty thousand to rent me
Just for one night, I can wave you, fix you with the treatment
Keep chips, tucked in the safety deposit, closet
Everything is the opposite, I can pop ya, bitch
I'm Kobe, you Radmanovich, got a lot of it
I'm the best out, stressed out, from this rap shit
Sorry you feeling left out, guess house
Club Cocabana was the spot
These niggaz that wanna rock, bet I'm a make it hot
Nigga, why ya just died in ya career before it jumpstart, buckshot
Cover you when the pump spark, mayday
Make you niggaz walk the plank, blindfold
Bigga, I'll never go, the nigga stuck in grind mode
[Chorus:]
We street niggaz who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?)
Oww Owwww
We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?)
Pow Powwww
I start a show without the radio, which way did he go?
Oww Owwww
Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go)

I know what they wanna do to me
I wasn't here
Threw my shit too nigga
Comin' for you baby
I mean (Al Pac) these niggaz got it confused man
So wavy, Gain Greene
(I mean) Public Domain, I'm so street right now
Fuck it, it's ya boy Biggavell
Talk to these niggaz man, homo niggaz
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
You ain't a friend to me, I sip that Hennessy
Your bitch she love the dick, bet she remember me
Bet I remember her, like I'm a kin to her
My shit was meant for her, Fridays I spend with her
I been with her, all she want is deez
I made her retire haze, now all she want is sneeze
Man all she want is the cheese, but I don't give a shit
Let her work out, fuck with mines, I'm a murk you out
You ain't tryna fuck around, get your head split
Toss the ratch in the yard, coky I can get live
Nigga I'll be dead rich (fuck it) give it all to my son
Spend it all, get ya gun, spin the ball, hit ya one
That ya love and that ya hug and all
Crazy, had a baby, what bitch, presidential with the wavy wrist
My bitch got the Mercedes six, now I'm back in the cut
Tell police stop fuckin' Tru-Life in his butt
[Chorus:]
Y'all some part time lovers, y'all fuck under the covers
That's ya mother, y'all supposed to be brothers
But y'all lovers, that's nasty
That ain't wavy, oh baby
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
I'm heavy in the loop, dezzy in the Coupe
Bezzie and a suit, one day I'll go to court
His friend's a nasty man, fuck Kim Kardashian
I fucks the taximan, cops couldn't catch me man
His bitches love my cum (cum) so I let 'em drink
Fuck me, I'll give you ring, popo gon' leave you stink
You know I leave you weak, nigga I am the streets
Nigga you are a bitch, Bigga, he far from rich
Bigga, you are the shit, so let these niggaz know
So let the blicker blow, already hit your hoe (already hit her)
Already gets the dough, scrape shit off the books
Get your melon booked, you ain't know Biggavell a crook
Bunch of gay rap niggaz, tryna make a name nigga
Tryna Silver Surf nigga, tryna make a wave nigga
Tryna make the pay (yeah)
Daily News label me a champion nigga kuz I never lose
[Chorus:]
Y'all some part time lovers, y'all fuck under the covers
That's ya mother, y'all supposed to be brothers
But y'all lovers, that's nasty
That ain't wavy, oh baby
[Repeat]
Shit ain't wavy (oh baby)
Y'all supposed to be on the same team and shit
Y'all ain't supposed to be doin' that
It's ya boy Biggavell, N.O.E.
Public Domain 2 for these niggaz man
You already know
I don't rat with a story to tell man
I mean, come on
Stop fuckin' my shit up E, word up

Up North, Gain Greene
Mali G, Biggavel' (We back at it baby)
Lemme spit my New York shit for a minute
Holla at ya boy, uh
[Hook: Max B]
I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww
My niggaz get down, down
I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound
Oww, Oww, Oww
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (know why)
[Verse 1: Max B]
Instead of giving it all up, I only gave up a lil' piece
He street, Bigga he manufique
Every man he meet, say what's up to, my niggaz gets the groupin' out
These bitches I can loop 'em out
But I choose not, make 'em work hard, just to be my number one
"Maxi won't you come and meet my mumma, son
Hold my hand and walk up the alter", "Bitch stop ya fantasies"
She never really understanded me
When I ran to re off at Broadway, slaws say I got the forte
Only fuck 'em in short stays
Kuz it run cheaper for a quick one, 60 of the Grand Creezly
And I told the bitch to sip some
Hit some of this, it'll get you wavey where you need to be
Every chick that see me, want a piece of me, each of me
Every Gain Greene nigga I fucks with, got me
You niggaz all weak and all sloppy
[Hook: Max B]
I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww
My niggaz get down, down
I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound
Oww, Oww, Oww
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why)
[Verse 2: Mall G]
Moneyy
I can spin 'em around just like a cielin' fan
Feel me man, finna my grind movin' these kilograms
We gettin' money boy, you just talkin' middleman
Stretch the work long and leave it stepped on like stairwells
Soon as it touches my hands, I be like "Farewell"
When the beef come around, niggaz turn the scarecrows
Weirdos, pants saggin', hoppin' outta Lambos
Tech 9s and airholes, man yo
I don't really think that they can handle, the mashin', thrashin'
I'm brutal with this Mac 10, black Cadillacin'
Big money stackin', bladin', trappin'
Hoes in the Days Inn, oh I'm so amazin'
[Hook: Max B]
I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww
My niggaz get down, down
I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound
Oww, Oww, Oww
Niggaz get low when we come around
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why
[Verse 3: Nitty 3]
If she let me, best believe I'm a fuck her
All the bitches say "Nitty, you's a muhfucka"
Cause I don't buy 'em shit, find ya ass another sucka
Cause we pimpin' hard around this muhfucka
And you slippin'
Who ever said it was hard for a pimp lied
Look at my shoes man, the ostriches, they just died
I got flavor, mix the Maury with the alligators
Red and green guts mixed on the escalator
Fuck about it bitch, my money more paper
How you think you walk around, pockets all caked up
40 thousand dollar jewlery, niggaz all draped up (draped up)
Draped up
[Verse 4: T.P.]
Talkin' with the Mac 10, hop up in a black Benz
Smokin', hopin' no one seen what happened
100 to the lawyers, I ain't goin' back in
Ain't goin' for no flim-flam, call me the Hook Man
This be your bitch or even the right hand
Hoes yeah they fear me, to them I'm like the Son of Sam
Matchin' for my rations, fulfill her every passion
For money I'm a madman, she better bring my cash and
God sits on my shoulder so you know I gotta have it
Rockin' loose diamonds, flawless karats
Pull up in a Bentley, oh how they resent me
Leavin' with' ya favorite bitch, put her ass on Craigslist
Turn her on to breakin' tricks, teach her how to get a tip
Pimp and quick to fix her lip, always stickin' to the script
Feds mad they caught me with G's and a scale
Thought I sold drugs but it was just to weigh a mill
[Hook: Max B]
I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww
My niggaz get down, down
I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound
Oww, Oww, Oww
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why)

[Hook:]
Osama, we coming
Osama, we coming
I think everyday about them Towers
Osama, we coming
Osama, we coming for you
Yeah, it could've been me dog
But I was laid up on the big cash shores
The fuck this nigga at, the fuck he hiding for
We could probably find his ass hiding in the corner store
Box him in, spit off the tips, through the floor for him
Turn the nigga to million dollar reward for him
Who all for him, nigga eat a dick
That shit was too close to home, I think I need a fix
Shit, I take a long stroll through the rain
Take a couple squares, two totes for the pain
Few spokes in the Range
Llama in the jam sport
You made it hot, you made it harder to transport
Gram goin' to fam court, fightin' child support
Biggavel', I'm gon' rouse ya thoughts
Let the town know I'm a pick out the sport
Let the pound go, I'm a kick down your door

Shit sound different
I'm a make it work, put in that lean
Biggavel, uh
Another black classic, Gain Greene
J Phizzle, what's good baby, (uh) yeah
Fuck with' ya boy, Zhia what's good baby, Bruno
Soft Boy, let's go
It's like, oh, oh, oh
I got it from papi chulo, it's 30 a gram for the blow
Keep the canon for the snow
And I know you can't stand a nigga, you owe
Can it nigga, you cold, goddammit nigga, you bold
Fuckin' with Biggavel and I
Send some bullets up in a nigga Pell
Leave him stinkin' in front of his Bentley
Then peel in the Lincoln in front of his men V
Tryna see what I say (uh-uh) caught you bitches, couldn't reach
Catch him slippin' while he alone and catch him for his piece
I'm a catch him for his sneaks, like back in '89
I never lie, I fucked with no rubber, that baby mine
She said, "Maxi I can never let you go
Keep my true feelings concealed, I never let you know
I can never let you blow
I can't let you get money, I ain't tryna let you flow
I can't let you get from me" (uh)
Can't you tell by the look in my eye
I mean business when I say that it's over
(Business when I say that it's over)
We in the kitchen still cookin' them pies
I feed bitches with a plate of that coh-oh, oh
You can say what you mean
It's a shame that my same niggaz hate me
(Same niggaz hate me)
You niggaz is lame, it's a shame, we the game

Uh, yeah
Boss Wavy Season
It's ya boy in the game, OFO
Ya boy Boss Don Biggavel', the talk of the game
See you Big Skamma
M. Underwood
[Verse 1:]
Put the water on the side, there's plenty mail
Better tuck that licky-lick incase I go to jail
Gotta get the coca off that scale, they lovin' me in the Phillipines
I say a prayer for my enemies
On my hands and knees, our father, gotta get on my grind
Hit the skeeze, why bother, argue
100 grand, tucked in them cupboard and, many bitches be lovin' it
Fluffin' it, I could fuck with my other bitch
Chickens just roll with me, get her in the mood, baby she love the dick
Give her energy, Grand Cru, everyday on that Hennessy
Everyday I could flip a key, spend a G, niggaz is off my league
I'm a animal, Uzi, got that cannon dude
Bigga, he tough, his man is Mook, that's that OFO
Get them niggaz, they so wavy, mama she want my baby
Mami she want like 80, maybe, better just get we leaned
I heard you got 'em 10 a key
[Hook:]
I got a cherry red drop
And I'm only tryna stop at my home, home
I got a cherry and she very very very, come fuck with OFO, ohh-oh
Won't you hop up on this dick and go round and round (round and round)
I'm a fuck with Gain Greene, put me down, me down
I'm a pop up on you niggaz, what the fuck, ohh-oh
[Verse 2:]
Yeah
Got the swammies on deck, like Mr. Smith
Best to check your homie nigga best to check your bitch
If you tryna do it one on one, hey
I'm an eye for an eye, and I don't work a 9 to 5
I'll squirt the 5 if you need it, beat it, hit it from the back
Lemme hit you right, mami want some dick tonight
Mami want some piff tonight, that's that Autobahn
Got them 40's of that Sour D, Make-Up got that powder B
Make-Up got that trial with me, dammit that's that wave
Got me sittin' up with this freakin' bull, I'm a go get that Nina boy
Buy my 4-5th, I'm a need that toy, I'm a need that toy
750 with that Beamer crossed
They be fiendin' more for the agony, gradually fix him with the pain
I'm a mix it up, nigga done put that sixes tucked
Nigga come get them biscuits up, hit him, cop a strong drink
Just tweek and let a lot of 'em, ain't nobody stoppin' him
[Hook:]
I got a cherry red drop
And I'm only tryna stop at my home, home
I got a cherry and she very very very, come fuck with OFO, ohh-oh
Won't you hop up on this dick and go round and round (round and round)
I'm a fuck with Gain Greene, put me down, me down

I run circles around rap niggers bring em on
This the anthem bitch won't you sing along
In the store I'm the one to call
Threw some plans around there's a new mayor in town
Max Bloomberg baby grease got the good goon music
Fire up the goon shit who shit you offended me homes your injury prone when guns pops fuck off the phone
Id done stepped my shit up another notch
Killers be dead he gonna need another box she covered in rock like eskimo
Ten bricks left to do my niggers gain green like vegetables
I get next to you if you loose me and even with your jewerly
I never let a nigger out do me nigger better stick to the movie
You trick and a drag tell Jim he can kiss my ass owwwwww
Money make me feel so money make me feel so better
Mami like it real slow won't nothing stop me from getting this chedder
Them Niggers is coming real close I said this rap shit getting me fed up
Money they got real talk
You see here where it all boils down to
You can keep pump the shit I'm a keep the other shit
I be on some other shit real state stock got... your honor I swear I tell the truth the whole truth silver beemer with the blue tooth
Is a new coop is a new loop got it sitting all clean
And I cop the shit a new boost... nice
90 was the price that's the third car... calling don't... much for chicks be... fuck them all
Like a pimp I be I'm the... nigger nyc got the best hooks best hooks
Bet you say I got the best cop and it's hard like the text book
I'm a strike upon thee with the vengeance... with some whose
May Father God bless your soul... niggers had like the...
I'm extra gold there's no... flow keep my feet up cross the front line get beat up aw
Money make me feel so money make me feel so better
Money let your real show... stop me from getting this chatter
Niggers is coming real close I said this rap shit getting feeder
Money they got real talk
Money make me feel so money make me feel so better
Money let your real show... stop me from getting this chatter
Niggers is coming real close I said this rap shit getting feeder

[Max B {Scarlett O' Harlem}:]
Hey baby
{Hey daddy}
Lookin' real good in them jeans
{Thank you baby}
Had a rough day?
{I know}
Just a lil' stilettos and stuff (Gain Greene)
Blow back, your hair done
{Like that day when we first met}
I remember
Give it to 'em though, yeah
[Verse 1: Max B]
I remember when I met ya, you was on ya shit
Gave me rhythm on the first day, think it was a Thursday
Thirsty, fiendin' for a piece, just a lil' taste
Ass, crazy fat with' a lil' waist
Baby I'll, hit you from the back, till you moanin' like a banshee
Ben N' Jerry's pantry, stamp me
Label me the best, if I leave, I'm a get you right, Gucci shoes
Honda Civic's mean as a hoopty coupe
We was bumpin' beats, smokin' baby luv, 5th of Grand Cru
Not the click that'll do you wrong, loop me just to do this song
Indiana Jones, got the stones that'll blind you
Mike more than my brother, he behind you
Cover nigga up, from his head to toe, heat 'em like that fire star'
Only hit the dealer when we buy the car
I'm a buy the bar, yeah a couple ones, it's nuffin' babe
Bitches wanna get me dick, they bluffin' babe
Ow (ow)
[Chorus: Max B]
All my niggaz gettin' money, we blowin' dough
Baby I'll blow a O, O
Would you ride for eternity, burn with me, even in the hail
My momma so concerned with me
Told me "Bigga, please stop the rantin' and the ravin'
Pissin' on the pavement, kiss the girls like Meagan
Reagan, Bush, Obama, momma, god forgive me please
I'm beggin' on my hands and knees
[Verse 2: Scarlett O' Harlem]
Daddy I don't know what I'd do without you
Since the day that I was in love, it's suttin' 'bout you
Never concerned with them bitches, I'm with' you for life
I'm addicted, want you morning, noon, and every night
The way you kiss it, dick is wicked, got me feelin' strange
You're irresistible, want you in every single way
I'm in a daze, got me fiendin', I can't even lie
I try to front but everybody know it's just my pride
The way you lick it, all up in it, I'm a just admit it
Look you would hit it when I first told you you couldn't hit it
I was just kidding, I was waitin' for the right time for them tender kisses
Big dick, daddy long stroke, you been what I'm missin'
We be fuckin' in the kissin', and all over the bed
The only nigga to get up in my head
Get it, I ain't trippin', I ain't bitchin', I mostly got him goin' crazy
But I'm his first and only lady, baby
[Chorus: Max B]
All my niggaz gettin' money, we blowin' dough
Baby I'll blow a O, O
Would you ride for eternity, burn with me, even in the hail
My momma so concerned with me
Told me "Bigga, please stop the rantin' and the ravin'
Pissin' on the pavement, kiss the girls like Meagan
Reagan, Bush, Obama, momma, god forgive me please
I'm beggin' on my hands and knees
[Verse 3: Max B]
Now I didn't mean to turn you out, burn you out
But I'm just a pimp girl it's in my blood, bitches run 'em through the mud
We was making love at the Malibu
Baby pulled my braids, told me stroke it nice, mami I don't focus right
When I'm tryna lay it down, I'll take you down
Face down, ass up, that's the way I like to fuck
Bitches on the nigga dick, damn I see yo' eyes
They say "Love, what, you want me more
Bless me but don't love these whores"
Told you you was loopy, all it took was one time
Like a fishy, man this bitch was hooked, fix me man my bitch could cook
Collard greens and candied yams, handy man
Bigga lay that pipe like I go to school, you could call me Roto Roo (Roto Rooter)
I know the rules, baby I'm the boss, call me Bigga Don
Clusters on my wrist, need a bigger arm
Ridin' in that paradise, tendin' for your love like a pal of mine
Watchin' scary movies, that was Valentine's
[Chorus: Max B]
All my niggaz gettin' money, we blowin' dough
Baby I'll blow a O, O
Would you ride for eternity, burn with me, even in the hail
My momma so concerned with me
Told me "Bigga, please stop the rantin' and the ravin'
Pissin' on the pavement, kiss the girls like Meagan
Reagan, Bush, Obama, momma, god forgive me please

[Intro: Max B]
Oww! Yeah
Vigilante Season
Boss Don, Dame Grease
Let's get 'em, yeah
[Verse 1: Max B]
These streets, I got 'em in a smash
If it's worth it, throw his body to the surface
Everything is picture perfect
Dog I wouldn't change a thing, got these niggas hatin' me
Never once did they judge me when I couldn't make it rain
If you see that Boss Don, he deliver
Every song, bitches they quiver, whenever I give 'em heavy dong
Got that bezzy on my arm and it glisten like a charm, I'm the man
See Jimmy, he my biggest fan, nigga damn
See I do this shit for fun, I was only toying with that cockaroach
Now it's time to ride, we got lots of coke
Know I cop the best shit on the streets, why you envy?
Hit me with some punani, baby don't be stingy
Baby don't be tryna diss the Boss Don Bigga, nigga no
It's best thing that I get the dough
Higher stratuspheres, I can take you there, just grab my hand
Make you disappear like the Magic Man, tragic, damn
[Chorus: Max B]
The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin')
Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror...
... then don't know who you are (are)
Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it)
Flushed it (flushed it)
Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww
(Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I'm tryna ride
(Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die
(Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry
Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are
[Verse 2: French Montana]
We hear to stay like sickle cell
And you can tell I'm through these faces like Trenton Trail
Montana, Biggavell, on-camera, get you killed, fit the bill
Cop kinda work that don't fit the scale
Niggas try to counterfeit me and my niggas style
I be lookin' on that WorldStar, watch a nigga style and try to book 'em
Fuck up your budget, the cannon bust and them shots flying
Fresh outta high school to the league, Mount Zion
I'm like Kobe with the.40, McGrady with the.80
Shaq with the Mac, put a hole in your back
I'm a product of that product they be baggin' up
Coke Boyz, prices on his head, toe-tag 'em up
You niggas underpaid, went and got the London Wave
Gain Greene/Coke Wave renegades
You know them niggas gun a hot, 100 shots
You know we run the streets, what the bumboclaat
Montana, bitch
[Chorus: Max B]
The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin')
Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror...
... then don't know who you are (are)
Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it)
Flushed it (flushed it)
Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww
(Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I'm tryna ride
(Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die
(Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry
Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are
[Verse 3: Max B]
Back up in this shit again, me and Dame Grease we got another hit again
Scratch workers in tenements
I'm innocent, wasn't even there
People whisper when they see me like, "That's him! That's him! "
Benjamins, get 'em by the bunch, bullets hit him by the bunch in his gut
He salty 'cause his bitch a slut, lift her up
Beat it while I'm standing, 'cause she cheated, I'm the man
Pop that cannon in a jam, I was the man when I was vanned
Now the bitches do whatever I say, "Baby, give me some.
Fix me up. Hit you with the K." I get plenty munch
Y'all niggas know where he from, we Harlem, bitch
Ridin' on you faggots, y'all gon' hear me come
Y'all niggas gon' hear me dump (dump) at my rival crew
This 50 bag inside my shoe, 5th of Grand Cru
Y'all know how we do, this is how we move on our enemies
Kill 'em all one by one
Bend 'em up in piles, I'm gon' send 'em up to style, wow
[Chorus: Max B]
The lord is tryna tell you somethin' (somethin') somethin' (somethin')
Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror...
... then don't know who you are (are)
Po-Po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it (flushed it)
Flushed it (flushed it)
Gain Greene gettin' money, you bitches, I hope you notice the cars, awwww
(Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I'm tryna ride
(Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die
(Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry
Every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are
(Oh why?) You can see it in my eyes, I'm tryna ride
(Oh why?) You in heaven but nobody waan die
(Oh why?) I love fi see a battyman cry

[Chorus:]
You have to battle if you want my ho
Y'all can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Max
Say, no go
Nigga tryna live comfortable
Nigga tryna smoke blunts with' you
Tryna go to the movie
Can a nigga make love to you
Nigga tryna live comfortable
Nigga tryna smoke blunts with' you
Tryna go to the movie
Can a nigga make love to you
[Verse 1:]
PD3, I'm a do it again, over there with me and Peezly
Baby know you wanna come and tease me
Hit it from the back of the beamer
Roll up another piece, mami she a steamer
Put your lips on it, shorty wanna bone me, freaky
Pour it in a cup like pee-pee, Kiki
That's my bitch, but she sneaky, good for a couple of ones
Know I got a couple of guns
Come and roll with' a nigga, bitch, that'll take you places
Everywhere I go, same faces
This bitch, that bitch, big dick, fat dick, put it up in ya butt
Got her like "Nigga, what? "
Got 'em in the cut, I can double-back, that's my shit
Had a nigga like "That's my bitch
Damn Biggaveli, I was in love
But since it was you, fuck it nigga do what you want
Uh, uh
[Chorus:]
You have to battle if you want my ho
Y'all can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Max
Say, no go
Nigga tryna live comfortable
Nigga tryna smoke blunts with' you
Tryna go to the movie
Can a nigga make love to you
Nigga tryna live comfortable
Nigga tryna smoke blunts with' you
Tryna go to the movie
Can a nigga make love to you
[Verse 2:]
We was on 33rd, I was chillin' with Smoove
Had a lotta piff in the air, I was feelin' the groove
Seen a lil' young bitch, nice lil' hips, I was ready
Told me that she wanna go steady
Ready, fuck her on the first day, want you in the worst way
Shorty tried to put it on me
Lonely, Maxi, baby, wavy
Pour it in me more like Katie
Hit it on the strip like "Oww, Oww"
Pretty bitches is wild, they be lovin' my style
Money, got it in pounds
Baby won't you come and perform
She be tremblin', shakin', I can make her cum in her drawers
I can hit it from the back, smack it till it's red
I'm a sit it on the lap, she back up in the bed
I'm a get 'em, hit 'em with the head like I filled 'em with lead
Bitch, go get my muthafuckin' bread
Dig it
[Chorus:]
You have to battle if you want my ho
Y'all can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Max
Say, no go
Nigga tryna live comfortable
Nigga tryna smoke blunts with' you
Tryna go to the movie
Can a nigga make love to you
Nigga tryna live comfortable
Nigga tryna smoke blunts with' you
Tryna go to the movie

Tommy Chrome
Oh this Domain Pain
So elegant
Owww
Gotta love this smooth shit man
It's ya boy Biggavel', yeah
[Verse 1:]
I told them bitches, "Come and see me"
They be actin' like it ain't nuttin', I know them niggaz need me
I was givin' 'em the loot, but them niggaz done blew it
I was worried 'bout movin' coca than steady selling units
I was runnin' through the streets
Steady runnin' through bitches like I was water
Hit up them, 60 for a quarter
Had the nigga coppin' bags, fuckin' up all the scratch
I'm a dump him off that Mac, I'll dump him off and pack
I'm a dump it any nigga thinkin' he a thug
Spend most of my nights drinkin' and thinkin' 'bout the drugs
That my momma used to smoke, yo' mommy smked it too
Suckin' dick for a couple dollars, I bet she liked to swalla
That shit makes me wanna holla, now I'm poppin' my collar
I don't know what you heard, but Biggaveli 'bout a dollar
You niggaz ain't got a clue
Silver Surfer coming and you ain't even gotta move
Baby just cruise
[Chorus:]
Everybody knows my claim to fame
(Everybody knows my claim to fame)
Bet you thought I wouldn't come in and change the game
(Bet you thought I wouldn't come in and change the game)
Everybody knows these niggaz is lip sing-in'
Bet you thought I wouldn't come in and change the game
[Verse 2:]
I done steady talk and I stroll, all this Sour D is starting to take a toll
Nigga I'll take ya hoes right from under you
Nigga they don't want you, I'm a come confront you
Both 50's of Sour and a Von though
Put it ya pawn though
I'm waterproof like the Columbian poncho, the head honcho
Baby I'm the Boss Don, come slores
Stuntin' through the NY, frontin' all kinda whores
Rolly rocky like dinosaur, Jurassic
Errthing I hop on is a classic, know he love them glasses
Know he love them asses, baby get your pussy up
Smelling kinda funny, had to dushy up
Toughest niggaz envy, couldn't push me up
I don't need you fools, cocksucka got stingier
Copped a AM B, cause I'm frizzier
Don't say shit to me, I ain't playin' trick
Hit ya with' the caine shit, look at how he play with' it
[Chorus:]
Everybody knows my claim to fame
(Everybody knows my claim to fame)
Bet you thought I wouldn't come in and change the game
(Bet you thought I wouldn't come in and change the game)
Everybody knows these niggaz is lip sing-in'

[Verse 1:]
I send niggaz to go inside ya bed
The bullets will coincide with' your body
My muthafuckas will go upside ya head
I be tryna control my desires:
Bitches, money, and liquor
Purple on the side, my dedication to niggaz
They wanna follow, I ain't ready to lead
When it was time to pop off I was ready to breeze
But there was some'n in my soul that was telling me to squeeze
Seen him dead, laying different, I knew he couldn't breathe
Nigga you fuckin' with' a G
My alias Biggavel'
Better ride your own wave, I got bitches to feel
Bring my people out the hood
Drop a few on the scale
Even brought a couple niggaz that was boost up in jail
Heard a story 'bout my nigga
Who would knew he would tell
It's cause of you bitch that my nigga in jail
Federales came through the fuckin' pen
Tried to shoot me a L
Got me stuck, tryna recruit me to tell
[Hook:]
You told me you need me, ow
You told me you loved me, ow
This my letter to the game
Why'd you lie to me
I let you ride for free
Things ain't the same
You said you better take me back
You better cut me slack Max, ow
You also said 'til death do us part you will never walk away
[Verse 2:]
Take a look at the matter, it's so edgy
Take a look at my swagger, I'm so ready
Take my picture, I'm bad and I'm so heavy
I'm so ready, ready for the game
Slick-talker, I ain't have to trick 'fetti for ya dame
Bitches, they tell me I look good, I'm sexy in the Range
It's like I'm cruising jet skis in the lane
If the water wasn't frozen you could ski off the chain
Muthafucka, I'm still here, like a 3 off the brain
Make a lil' some'n, I could still eat off of 'caine
I don't need you, I'm cakey up in the innie
I'm the Boss Don bitch, I wear the pants in the family
Naw, I ain't content with being rich, and I'm good
I love my niggaz cause they treat me like Richie in the hood
With Max B, you gon' know I'm with chips up in the hood
Stack keys, stack cheese, that grip up in the hood
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Fuck the police, coming straight from the streets
Fulla crack, a young nigga gotta bag cause he black
Gotta bag cause he whack
Feds caught him slippin', got a pass cause he rap
The boy Max home and I'm glad that he back
Glad that he focus now, glad that he rap
I seen him Hummer-stuntin' in that bad Cadillac
Pop tryna flea the game but they drag daddy back
I'll put your body parts in them Glad baggie sacks
Nigga the Dips come through in the latest toys
You fuckin' with them boys
I'm the realest nigga out
Gold clip, cock back, time to air this nigga out
No, uh-uh, I ain't tryna feel this nigga out
I ain't tryna meet at the table and hear this nigga out
Tryna clear this nigga out
Put the gun to his chin and air it in his mouth

[Starts off with the beat of Jadakiss': "Letter To B.I.G.".]
[Intro:]
What's good my nigga?
Feel I write you a lil' kype!
Let you know what's going on here...
Yeah!
[Verse:]
Dear Mr. Rayquon Elliott! - They knew you as Stacks. (Bundles!)
I didn't mean to call out your alias.
You pro'ly think I'm being rebellious. - But that ain't the case! (no!)
You turnin' over in ya grave.
Listenin' to flows thta nigga spit
That me and you help develop
And oh, I fucked that nigga bitch;
Reminisce the days in the studio - we was makin' hits
Can I roll with' you, crunch time
Hooks, no punchlines. - Crooks, no one time.
We was all wave, look at now! (look!)
Jim only sold 10 thou!
Put his men down, they ain't have a shot,
Put a lil' arsenal together, Yung Los, Mustard and Al Pac!
How hot? - Niggaz think they are when they up against
Dropped the Quarantine! - All the bitches in love with' it.
See me after shows, gimme groupie love! - Copped the 750-L.I. (L.I.!)
When they see me in the Coupe they love, lugie up
Copped a new crib for my wifey.
'Bout to start trial. - Marty, my prosecutor, tried to knife me.
Tried to put me back in the oranges,
They want filet mignone. - Cheese grits, and omelets problems just
Always had me heart in it
Told you from the jump that he's a creep! - Money was just a part of it.
Nigga wanted both our styles, my hooks, your flows!
Our song! - Chrissy was in the car alone
All the while! - He was out at nights, eye twerkin'
Puttin' together waves, we was surfin'. - Nigga came burstin'
Flyin' through the doors tryna kick my whores out on the street (damn!)
After I'm three songs deep
Now I got my own lab, two Mac Pros
Got the Digi-3 Pro Tools!
Bigga got the vocal! - Bigga got the (got the...) - soul food!
Chicken, macaroni with the cheese, that's my homie now - Big Mook!
O.F.O.! - He tried to slow me down! - Told me nephew showed discipline
Pussy ain't' money, time to get it in.
Nigga these bitches come late and get ya paper, did the bid
But the nigga got 8 kids
Anyway! - Back to the matter at hand. - It's all the songs
Everybody on Hot 9, they usin' autotunes!
Niggaz is not Wavy! - Gravy - played the B.I.G. movie
I went to see it, woozy, moody!
And on that note! - I'm 'bout to end this shit
Squa-Squaaad Up! - Really I'm representin', ch'eah!
[Outro:]
Representin' baby!
My letter to Stack Bundles!
Ch'eah!
Let ya know what's goin' on!
Pro'ly turnin' over in ya grave!
[Bridge: Male sings (Outro in the background)]
I love my family! (Fuckin' with' this man)
I love the way that we used to be! (Got me against the ropes!)
Niggaz is gettin' trees
See I got that Sour D's and that Juicy Juicy (Boss Don Biggavel'!)
Baby you found my name. (O.F.O!)
We at the penthouse, let these hoes stay-yay (R.I.P. Stack baby!)
Tell me why the road turned
[Outro:]!
Nigga ain't do one of these!
Where's the dedication, where's the homage?
Fuck him!
I got you nigga!
Got so many hits together dog!
So crazy...
So wavy...
Abra-cadabra!
Pen-a-tow
M.O.B. 1!
So many songs man!
Letter To Stacks
Boss Don Biggavel'!

We bout to go in on dis 1
Travel new artist
Nah mean
It's like
We all got dat special person we love u no a lil ride or die u no
Let me tell u bout mine
[Verse 1:]
Ain't nuttin like a ride or die bitch
She come through and throw the fifty up
Love 2 fuck she even roll da piffy up
Who dat in da swify truck
Son with da blicky tuck
Fedirally tryna hit me up
But mii bitch she nice behind da wheel
I b poppin out da window I'm nicer with da steel
One thing a nigga could say is dat da ices dey b real
She gonna shoot a nigga dead like she liecense 2 kill
She always tell the friends bout me da pipin is real
Let me control da temple babii cause I'm nice with da peel(chill)
I want u on your belly quick
Max is da good side I'm on my biggavell shit
Ridin to da party her thigh touchin da shotty
Mii eyes touchin her body got a high of a coty
Bitch had da nerve 2 take a piss in da lobby
Now she talkin bout she catchin a body (wtf baby)
Cause I want u
I goitta have u
And I need u
It's just like a got a habit
[x2]
[Verse 2:]
Now mii baby no I got it under control
Never would she pack under pressure or would she fold
She ain't with dat bullshit my baby girl she bold
Say a prayer 4 u give u long kisses goodnite then full u with some holes
Ridin in da rove cruisin in the third lane
This my first time around I am doin it 4 brydgang
We them niggas hittin them switches
We cook them drugs in da kitchen
We gettin riches I got love for my bitches
Got black girls puertican even got them chinese
Ecuadorian white even got them guynase
Ya'll no how to find me lenox ave 7th ave
Say wats sup to my mother I never had a better dad
Say wats sup 2 my brother and love 2 da women dats holdin mii nigga down while he settin in prison
U don't no how a nigga livin
Let's not joke bout da past let's just 4get(let's just 4get it bang bang)
Cause I want u
I goitta have u
And I need u
It's just like a got a habit(I think a fix need dat thing baby)x's2
The closer I get
The betta u make
[x4]
[Verse 3:]
She tellin me money don't make the man
U ain't gotta pretend to me
B4 u was my lover 1st u was a friend of me
I'm da kid bitch imagine my work
Bein clubin fuckin bitches all of dat shit is wrk
Had to grab up on them tites started grabin da shirt
I'm a love u down put u on your back then I'm a put it 2 work
Make her wet it up put it in take wats it worth
I b poppin more bottles than the package at work
All mii bitches throw your hands in da sky
Let's get it poppin get high and for your nigga just b ready 2 ride
I hit da rode and kiss muii baby goodbye
Dats when she hit me with da look in her eye(she said)
Cause I want u
I goitta have u
And I need u
It's just like a got a habit(I think a fix need dat thing baby) [x2]

[Max B:]
Know we just spittin' bars
Boss Don Biggavel
Broad Street Bully, Macaroni With The Cheese
French Montana (C'mon)
Got the boy rockin' with me
Yeah you know we all just spittin' bars
(Sigel) Yeah
[Beanie Sigel:]
The Bully nigga, harder than Levi denims
My 45th, I'm a put long 3-5's in 'em
Twist backwoods, never put my haze in a dutch
Stay drunk off that shit Wayne keep in his cup
And I hate y'all YouTube niggaz
When the cameras on, talk about what you gon' do to niggaz
When the hammers drawn, you fold up and hoo-koo nigga
This ain't no song, dog I will do you niggaz
Don't none of y'all want it with Big Ock
Hit you with the small Smith-Wess or the big Glock
Give you a wig shot, small knife or big razor
Open up ya chest like Vics Vapor
You ass, I'm the shit, you just constipated
Your flow trash, mines Switz, so complicated
Flow easy on the track like the Doctor made it
State P and Gain Greezy, you got to hate it
[Max B:]
Cop a couple V's, couple of E's
I'm icy like nuttin' but skis
Nuttin' in ya sleeze, get her knocked up
I'm a greaseball, heat boss, comin' full-speed, no free call
Both the mean way, spoke to Satan on the three-way
Had ya baby-moms playin' DJ (DJ)
We play, all up in the clouds
Dick all up in ya mouth
Bigga got the answer, stamina, Georgey, pudding pie
I kiss the girls, I made 'em cry, made 'em fade the eye
Off the water, slaughter
Daddy I'm raw, I can buss in ya daughter
Florida, headed out west for Diego
These niggaz want seven, Chi-Chi go get the yayo
Coke all white like mayo
Halos all over ya head, like an angel, strangle you, oww
[French Montana:]
Yes indeed
My goons will spray up the room like graffiti
Homie only thing locked up, K's in the closet
Only thing you checkin' is the money you deposit
Talkin' outta line, talkin' outta order
Nigga outta line, I put him outta order
You fuckin' with them lines I'll get you outta order
My money long, I'll make ya day shorter
Like celebit, lions, tigers, pelicans
4-4 nose like a elephant
I ball like Bob Cousy
And you a cop-off Dooly, ya are movie
I'm the real deal, got your bitch on a blue pill
Akon gave me two mill
That's a whole lotta money in the stashbox
I'll push ya head back like a ragtop
Rock gators like the Florida mascot
Reach for my chain get ya head chopped
[Scarlett O' Harlem:]
Scarlett did things, I was gettin' 16 at 15
I watched fritz teens sell coke to Mitch Green
Young girl runnin' the street with tight jeans
Big dreams to get cream and whip things
Now listen, this gram pitchin', I had ambition
Watched my ex-man cook up in my gram's kitchen
He moved rock, he moved more bird than Padoodot
Federal watch if in get up you hot
Raised in the struggle, got my ways from my mother
I'm not easy to touch, y'all niggaz won't touch her
Niggaz had fun, but I'm, from the ball players
To the actors and rappers, I done did 'em
Got me nowhere, I ain't gotta go there
Biggy told me go hard, no fair, this yo' year
And y'all ain't never been through the struggle, man
And y'all don't know my trouble, man
[Mac Mustard:]
Cru got me leanin' like a lowrider, we're never slippin'
I slam a clip in and get the shit spittin' quicker than Flo-Rida
No, nada, nigga in this game safe
Call him Potato Head when I rearrange his game-face
Shake the league, referees spin and the game take
Karma take his Shuffle, get the name straight, it's Mustard
Spread it on the street, get his brains busted
Spread it on the heat, mark his prey as we speak
Fuck a hand-to-hand, grams of tan, any nigga, man for man
Talk sideways and won't guard, the fuck you think I am
I can get Frenchy and put a whole in a nigga
Or flip it like Maxi with dubs that blow for a nigga
Drugs to grow for a nigga, love to show for a nigga

[Hook: Max B]
I said we do what we do what we want, we want
Want, we want, want, we want
I said we move what we move when we want, we want
Want, we want, want, we want
P.O. roll me blunts, me blunts
Blunts, me blunts, blunts, me blunts
Waiting for the day they'll free Al P
[Verse 1: Max B]
The Trey pound let off like, thunder you never heard of
Know I had to slap a lil' mustard on the burger
Murder, bullets turn ya insides to Gerber
Furthermore, promise to never love a whore
I was little big like Napoleon
Heard you did a lil' freestyle for Nickelodeon
No jail ain't gon' hold me in
I was shipped out, 10 times shackled to the limbs
I managed to keep a pair of Timbs
Head cooked, fuck with fed grand, get ya head took
Simple and plain, they said I'll never rap again
Pack the Mac again cause there's beef with these bitch niggaz from BK
Wavy is a cliche, he say, she say
Fuck all the small talk, he spray, we spray
I'm 'bout to hit Boardwalk, Park Place
Got it already just a couple more rolls of defeat
Biggaveli you too street
Two seats left in the back of the Sedan, the trucks is colory
Drops like candy, handy whores wanna soothe and spoil me
Made frosty, the cock is cholesterol-free
Lil' ma, come and get a lick, you can have some
I ain't like that, I'm goin' but I'll be right back
Light that sour up, put it in the air
Fuck is you niggaz talkin', it's Gain Greene, yeah
[Hook: Max B]
I said we do what we do what we want, we want
Want, we want, want, we want
I said we move what we move when we want, we want
Want, we want, want, we want
P.O. roll me blunts, me blunts
Blunts, me blunts, blunts, me blunts
Waiting for the day they'll free Al P
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Lungs fulla sour, cup fulla liquor
The hood got love for a nigga
Coke wave, macaroni with the cheese
Fly by, new ride, that's 100 G's
Bitch please, my style aqua, Southpaw
Still make it rain nigga, indoor, outdoor
South Shore beach house where Max bring the freaks out
French Montana sellin' seats out
You can't black-ball me, weak nigga
My money long, you'll be counting it for weeks nigga
You see them undercovers, watching us wired
You was home undercovers, watching The Wire
Messiah, CT, riding a Z3, blurrin' niggaz, my shit 3-D
I'm a beast in the streets where I lay my head
Them 5 G's, them.G.'s, place ya dead
[Hook: Max B]
I said we do what we do what we want, we want
Want, we want, want, we want
I said we move what we move when we want, we want
Want, we want, want, we want
P.O. roll me blunts, me blunts
Blunts, me blunts, blunts, me blunts

[Chorus:]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in ya girl
This is that bone bone bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
I got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month
[Verse 1:]
Started out as a little itty baby in this cold, cold world
His poppa had a boy and girl, stressed her momma out
Now she doin' drugs, movin' through the city streets
Clean teeth, used to have them pretty feet
Now she pretty weak from the drug use, fuckin' all them ballers for they cash
There's war when I got pot to pass, flew 'em in
Dolo in the crib, tryna fix suttim' to eat
Tryna get suttim' that's sweet so we can sleep, "Don't lay on the sheets
Momma, she be drippin' blood from the needle, in and out of veins
This drug gon' bring you lots of pain, lots of range"
Starin' out the window as my poppa wavin' by to me
"Baby where the TV, why you lie to me"
Ridin' we, gunnin' from my robberies, treatin' 'em like bitches from the past
Stand on 'em as I watch 'em pass
Watch that nigga dash like he in and out
Carlo, he told me, "Wrap that package up and send it out"
It's the first of the month
[Chorus:]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in ya girl
This is that bone bone bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
I got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month
[Verse 2:]
They had a nigga sittin' in the can in jail wondering
"What's life, I am done with' it, run with' it
Baby you can be a star, won't you just ask Maxi B.
Look at how I'm runnin' through they faculty", back to back with me
Was my right hand, telling all my business in the street
Said I got it from Dyckman lightning, pipin'
Hot, we got burners, and them bundles, we can furnish
Done seen niggaz get murdered, I can tell you more
Pumpin' out the corner store, kept my little look-out in the front
My dudes just moved 'em out the trunk
"Million Dollar Baby Volume One and Two, I love it boo
Classic like that G6 and I fucks with you
Biggavell', I don't think you really know, how wavy you are
You's a star", the fiends, I let 'em park my car
Dippin' out the back when I see the Jakes
She need a taste, chasin' that paper, she left a trace
It's the first of the month
[Chorus:]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in ya girl
This is that bone bone bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
I got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt
This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month
[Verse 3:]
My grandma passed, I really miss her, couldn't go to the funeral and kiss her
In the cell I was staring at her picture
She never liked my way of life
Told me I would pay the price, ridin' on my foes got me glidin' on these hoes
Feelin' like some other type of nigga
"Come and fuck with the Bigga, we can live it up
One day I'm gon' give it up
Be a family man and settle down with a wife and kid"
"Nigga you so triflin'
Nigga don't be tryna spit that righteous shit, you ain't but a bitch
And baby I don't like that shit
Staying out late, tryna come home when you want
Tryna come and roll a blunt, tryna come and go for what
You ain't really wanna be my man, Max, damn, Max
Baby you best to stand back, I can't stand that
Every time you get around your friends you be, startin' yo' shit again"
On the first of the month
[Chorus:]
Mama, she tryna touch the yayo
We say "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E
(We got, we got)
She cop it and she love to stay high
Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time
So pop the top, we'll put one in ya girl
This is that bone bone bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill
I got these bitches lookin' thirst' for a blunt

[Hook:]
I ain't tryna battle rap
I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth
I ain't tryna be ya homie
I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth
You's a cream puff nigga
I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth
You just seem tough nigga
I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth
[Repeat]
We all know who possesses the hottest flows
Robbery ones, homocide and possessions of dem hoes
So much smoke, it's embedded up in the clothes
These niggaz is trash, who better than dem stroll
Who better with the flow
2-headed for ya nose
Fuck the pussy, hard from the back, it's better for dem hoes
You seen the band, seen the leather, and the stroves
Kick in ya do' with the.4 and put seven in ya clothes
We flood the hood with the wet and a lotta pounds
Everyday niggaz let off a lotta rounds
Yeah, and you muthafuckas is clowns
When it come to this rap shit, who got the better sound
I know you wanted this comin', I know you waitin'
I know you anticipatin' the big sensation
Guns, money, drugs is my occupation
I'll meet you up on the other side, I'll be waitin'
[Hook:]
I ain't tryna battle rap
I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth
I ain't tryna be ya homie
I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth
You's a cream puff nigga
I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth
You just seem tough nigga
I'm a put the fif' in ya mouth

[Chorus:]
I gave you everything
(I said I gave you everything)
Somehow it just wasn't enough
(It just wasn't enough)
Why don't you trust me
(Why don't you trust me)
Light the sour up and give me a buzz
[Verse 1:]
Hey baby, somehow you seem addicted to my style in jail
I always was the first to trial
Always was a versatile, talented, handsome individual
Comin' up, so look at me, it's pitiful
Pity me, never that, nigga keep ya head for a later day
Just bow ya head and say a prayer
Speak to Jesus please till he answer, I never been a dancer
Fucked chicks, Geminis, Cancers, got the answer
Got the recipe, they tryna take the little what was left of me
Folded my destiny, hysterectomy
Baby love, you's a seamstress, daddy coming home
Really baby, I mean this
Seen shit, nuttin' ain't phase me, nuttin' ain't graze me
You fuckers supposed to pay me
Gimme my paper, niggaz is overdue with residuals
Baby my work is visual
Here we go
[Chorus:]
I gave you everything
(I said I gave you everything)
Somehow it just wasn't enough
(It just wasn't enough)
Why don't you trust me
(Why don't you trust me)
Light the sour up and give me a buzz
[Verse 2:]
You see it, the way I came and took over the game
It was rare, you ain't see 'em like me in years
Keep me in the clear from the bullshit, full clip
Keep 'em on the curb, you might've seen him in the burbs
Beverly boutiques, mami she got cute feet (Oww)
At night I pop her coochy
I don't waste time, I'm so cold with the bitches
Give 'em the dick in many different positions
Wishin', one day I'll be a changed man, fuck it though
That'll fuck up my gameplan, main man
Fuck with a nigga hard, tellin' me "Bigga do it right"
I'll make it the night of your life
Take ya out at nights in the beamer, cleaner
Get it detailed, 90 thou was the retail
Peach Street, mean tail, if only Bigga beat bail, eeh, well
Scarlett, roll up a mean L, please
[Chorus:]
I gave you everything
(I said I gave you everything)
Somehow it just wasn't enough
(It just wasn't enough)
Why don't you trust me
(Why don't you trust me)
Light the sour up and give me a buzz
[Verse 3:]
We good, this shit here is a classic
Almost gone, the devil workin' his magic, tragic
Tryna leave me in the wrong direct, me with no protection
Leavin' me infested, restless
Breakfast, them bitches cook for me every morning
I dick 'em and don't call 'em, ballin'
Spend a lil' paper, hit the mall and daddy, he clean
I'm never screamin' all-in
I'm a call him and let him know where to meet me
Bigga he cruel, you's a bottle of Fiji
Up north, your nickname was Cici, that was real gay
Quarantine dropped, had a field day
Had a chill day, there was a cook-out
OFO, Gain Greene comin' baby, you better look out, look out
Give me 30 years, throw the book out, picture that shit
Bigga goin' out like a bitch, naw
[Chorus:]
I gave you everything
(I said I gave you everything)
Somehow it just wasn't enough
(It just wasn't enough)
Why don't you trust me
(Why don't you trust me)

[Talking:]
Public Domian it's your boys let's go oww
[Chorus:]
She said nigga you sexy as fuck
And you gotta lot of rocks on your arm (rocks on your arm)
Before she suck on da dick
She drizzes on da dom perrion (dom perrion)
It's a shame that you famous why you
Always fuckin with ma head (fuckin with ma head)
Cause I'm sumthin like a pimp
Juss tell me where da fuck is ma brand (fuck is ma brand)
Hey baby I thought u was in love
You turned out to be a 10 and I thought you was a dub
But that's what I get for judging a book by it's cover
Role play convect ceo and crook by the covers
Plus I'm closer then my brother
Many bitches I fuck em burners they clutch em
Max will go back to murder it's nofin
I be just be tryin to chill
Instead theses niggas check me
Want me to put it in they brain
And pop until it's empty
Call ma niggas nitty and richie
Bring a couple of fiftys
Them smiley faces they good they got em by the plenty
And they lovin me in da city they like bigavel
Push up on him while he ain't lookin
Take the nigga gail
Every thing I touch is a way
I seen it in here eyes
She told me take da hat off come inside
You should of seen them thighs
I be up in da proud beautiful women
From 97 till 2005 let's ride (let's ride)
[Chorus:]
Nigga you sexy as fuck
And you gotta lot of rocks on your arm (rocks on your arm)
Before she suck on da dick
She drizzes on da dom perrion (dom perrion)
It's a shame that you famous why you
Always fuckin with ma head (fuckin with ma head)
Cause I'm sumthin like a pimp
Juss tell me where da fuck is ma brand (fuck is ma brand)
[Talking: Max B]
Haha another public domain classic
It's your boy max bigavel doin it for the ladies
All day everyday niggas love it you already know
Byrd gang, Gang green shit is real man

[talkin: Max B]
Let's get it
You ain't ready for this shit sexy
That techno shit (disco)
French!
This a whole notha loop her babe
[Verse 1: Max B]
Stacks in the Gucci store
Stacks in the louis store
To the movies or,
Why ya bitch wanna do me 4?
Do me more
Get real wavey
Ride that dick like a hoopty, slow
Baby wanna come back home
Maxy please I don't want that no
Think u got me girl?
Not me girl
I'm the one that rock me worl
Max got lots a girls
Lots a pearls
No a nigga that's the twirl
Nigga I ain't givin you shit
Step up ya game
Baby make it sound so plain
I don't wanna do this shit no more
I ain't tryna do this shit no more
[Chorus x2: Max B]
This bitch here think I'm in love
But I want her money money
She got that quarter million dolla kinda money money
She won't fucc u she don't love u
She just want ya money money
And I c u window shoppin
Cusz ya money funny
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Play with my feelings I
Shoot ya punk ass
My money also
Bitch you should know so
Now, now, now If I need it I'm a get it
Now I got it it's sold
Got them p's that e got tha sour that snow
1 hoe for you one hoe 4 me
It's the maccaroni with tha cheese
Baby crackin it's stoppin
U dnt need no luggage well take you shoppin
Nope We dnt do tha rebok with tha straps
In talkin asian provocateur
Little rock like Arkansas
C they love to hate us
We we underated but neva unpaid
I'm bout my money money
Homie wilin down in dallas
Crusin down in houston
Sippin surup
Coke plate niggas so sincere

[Verse 1:]
I can make a transition in a flash
I'm 'bout to be on positions that get you niggas mad
I be in positions just sitting in da jag
Seat back I'm shittin I'm sippin on a glass
Don't let your pride stop you from kissin a lil ass
Dem fellas lookin good
They sellin cook in da hood they gettin a lil cash
I predicted in da past when the cash flo come
You kno we gettin it fast
Chop your fingers you try dippin in my math
Flo state fresh just like I keep them in bags
Blow a couple k on my jewels
Couple k on da rags
Left his body in da dump
For a couple days in da stash
Lime like gaters big pimps
We running through towns like vegas
Big shrimp I run through your lines like raiders
Your moms at da funeral beatin on your corps
Screamin why like jada why (why)
[Chorus:]
Now I dun told ya'll niggas in 2 thou 4
We ain't them niggas to fuck with
And I dun told ya'll niggas if you fuckin with da roll
Den you pushin your luck bitch
I'm a pop da trunk and den cock da pump
And do lots of dumpin and
We don't neva leave dem chromes at home
Ya'll niggas betta leave dem boys alone
[Singing:] Ya'll betta leave dem boys alone
[Verse 2:]
I put da G on da game da P on da pimpin
Here's a few things that I'm eager to mention
There's a number one slide and I need da position
Trinkets on da watch and I need dem to glisten oww
See how I get flossy with da thing
Cook up a pot of shells get sausy with da thing
Uh nigga it's glossy in da chain
No bars just bogeys and coffee in da range
The V like 3 and so is da oak wood
Jeans like 3 but they hold up da toast good
Fiends like me cause they know dat da coke good
Pay a nigga on credit to hit u ma dope good
Streets love a nigga they don't want us to leave
Dem fuckin labels on top don't want to furnish da cheese
See I got a hundred of these street treats raw dope
Charge a hundred a key
[Chorus:]
Now I dun told ya'll niggas in 2 thou 4
We ain't them niggas to fuck with
And I dun told ya'll niggas if you fuckin with da mode
Den you pushin your luck bitch
I'm a pop da trunk and den cock da pump
And do lots of dumpin and
We don't neva leave dem chromes at home
Ya'll niggas betta leave dem boys alone
[Singing:] Ya'll betta leave dem boys alone
Ya'll betta leave dem boys alone
Ya'll betta leave dem boys alone
Ya'll betta leave dem boys alone

[Max B:]
I'm to much to figure bullets give em the beef I fuck em and kick em out lick em out [out] bigga u is a nasty basterd lil nigga showing off try to past me tha ratchet got the hummer toy pimp slapping the shit out of a bitch you niggas is lover boy I'm the other boy all out the deaf bigga got a temeprature got the dick hard slipped it to her get ya penchion up old nigga you can diss anybody but [but] no bigga he gonna diss ya back he gonna talk about ya momma talk about running in her mouth with the lama fuck her with no condom get the bitch pregnate bet she keep it daddy got the treatment baby it's no secret nigga yous a disk jockey never had ya wrist rocky at all bigga he to cocky ooooowwwwww
[Chorus:]
Take a look at my life they wanna know how I'm so nice with the flow I'll take ya life with tha fo homie you was right I fucked hoe follow follow me take a journey with tha boy oh boy I see bigga he brought another toy I think ya daddy needs new shoes
[Mac Mustard:]
Put ya shit on the gate like a nigga on tha packer fif grip is spitin at any nigga that act up get ya chest to ya back up lift ya back up pts callin for back up my niggas back up yea we be tearing trap up to get the trap up punchlines hit like a mack truck that nigga mad tuff waiting here for me for joe you gonna hold ya breath ripin at these flows til death til it ain't flow is left some niggas don't notice yet hold the mic like a tec spiting to the gorder met bounce like a loaded jet til niggas gonna hold the set all them thugs in ya basement screamin like a bitch wen those slugs penertrateing there's a reason niggas hating and her more to add to the list it's a dash to the bricks don't be last to this shit make em shit on his niggas straight spaz on his bitch if you weren't you niggas bumping trash on the streets
[Chorus:]

[Verse 1: AB]
It's Vigilante Season, it's big cars nigga
Swervin' through the traffic, me and Max, stars nigga
Get fly, what nigga, made a quarter mill
And that's all in a drought baby fuck a record deal
The only Brooklyn nigga that come through Harlem
Disrespect The Pros nigga then you want a problem
Never mind feeding 'em, leave them bitches starvin'
Just gimme brain ma, leave the pussy throbbin'
See I'm a pimp like Gold and Mack
Hop up in this Coupe ma, ain't no holdin' back
Gain Greene, Don Pro, this is street life
Blackin'-out in this bitch with Dame Grease right
You know us Brooklyn niggaz chill
Comin' from the Stuy, then you oughta chill
It's AB slash pimp, Don Pro shit
09 the takeover this is my year
[Chorus: Max B]
Ya know, ya know, ya oh-oh
That it's a cold world
Mami should see a call girl
Show her lil' body just to get a buck
Any nigga she could fuck
Daddy I got a way
From the hood to the style
Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB
Biggaveli just let 'em be
He don't want no more cause he saucey
All the game he showed me
Baby don't leave me lonely
[Verse 2: Max B]
She told me "Baby never leave, me and Jimmy need you nice
Now it's time to buy ya some ice"
Different set of shit
That make you feel that you the black Nefertiti you are
I love how he switch up his bars
Get him in the mood, get some Grand Cru
Sorry, need that nigga, tell him this how great he is
Think that baby maybe his
Think that baby maybe not
Look at how the game done made me pop
Watchin' my boy, it made me stop
Had to think of him, cause I know it's me thuggin', Remy sigh, sayin' Max
"Straighten up or you gon' go back"
Had to say a prayer for my folks
Jesus give me the strength to spare they life
Mami you tryna get you right
Take you overseas where the water's green
Boatloads of quarter-keys
This is wavy, all of this means
That these niggaz right back at the checker point
I'm with the joint, then the upper-decker, I point
[Chorus: Max B]
Ya know, ya know, ya oh-oh
That it's a cold world
Mami should see a call girl
Show her lil' body just to get a buck
Any nigga she could fuck
Daddy I got a way
From the hood to the style
Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB
Biggaveli just let 'em be
He don't want no more cause he taught me
All the game he showed me

I been goin' through this pain and shit
Everythingis crazy
Fuck it, I'm a just talk about it
Boss Don Biggavell
Dolla, yeah
It's a little too much though, let's go, yeah
He was only seventeen, he got hit with' a slug
His mommy, she a fiend so she addicted to the drugs
Bigga, he show me love, ain't no need for the bullshit
Had 'em all suspicious for the Quarantine, free me from the larceny
Free me from the arsenies (free me)
Niggaz fuck up the grain, bullets fuck up they arteries
Charter me a flight, let me go away, throw away my verses for a price
Get your paper up, I ain't even take a cut
I ain't even make enough, yet I'm steady spendin', busy grindin'
Look at doggy grindin'
Floatin' in this Beamer like a pimp, he a pimp, all my bitches know
Look at how he be goin' though, don't you know it (don't you know)
Got them fluffy pillows white as snow, take a sniff
Sprinkle it on the bigger dick, bigger chips
Baby kuz it's necessare
Pour me a sip, she said "Daddy, there's nuffin' left in there"
She braggin' like
[Hook:]
Closer I get to you
Closer I get to you
The better you make me feel
(And hold me, hold me)
Treat me like your number one
Treat me like your number one

They lovin' it, worldwide
Boss Don, PD5
[Chorus:]
You niggaz don't want me to shine, these niggaz don't want me to grind
I'm, about my money nigga
These niggaz don't want me to live, these niggaz just want me to bid
Bid, up in the prison system
Niggaz know I'm about to get rich, know I'm about rich
Uh, I'm 'bout to get cake
Yayo, got white, got blow
I've been coolin' niggas off like the AC, one minute your hot
The next minute your not
Drop the album, nobody copped it, nobody believed in the game
Without the boss don wave
Funny how, niggas turn funny style, I just let the money pile
Bitches scream skeet it on my tummy oww
I was in the room seekin closure, smokin on the dosure
Cru juice get me and my dudes loose
Moon roof, seen my nigga head pop out
I need a lead back out, and about to head back out
OG, niggaz ain't know me, got 'em put down, left 'em stinkin'
Shout to my niggas that's in Lincoln
Bezey on the arm like aqua
This niggaz a lame, my life is a saga
Oscars, niggaz tryna cop 'em off the runway
Bring the gunplay, fuck my bitches in one day
Some say, Bigga you the illest nigga yet to come
Get the vest for them, and I tango with the best of them
Left with them bitches that night at the China
Drove 'em to the diner, I like em finer
Owwwww
[Chorus:]
You niggaz don't want me to shine, these niggaz don't want me to grind
I'm, about my money nigga
These niggaz don't want me to live, these niggaz just want me to bid
Bid, up in the prison system
Niggaz know I'm about to get rich, they know I'm about rich
Uh, I'm 'bout to get cake

[Max B:]
Ooww Max Biggaveli
French Montana, Coke Wave 2
Let Me Talk To The Game For A Second
See I Love My Ct Bitches Man They Keep Me Occupied
[Chorus: Max B]
I Love Them Ct Bitches, Ct Bitches Be On Me, Ct Bitches Be On Me
They Love To Suck Fuck When Ever They Be Lonely (They Be Lonely)
I'm a Need 3 Bitches And Leave So We Switch She Be Lonely Me
She Be Lonely Me Baby Be Lonely Me, I Never Ever Wanna Let Goo Goooo
[Verse 1: Max B]
I Gotta Good Bitch From Ct Only The Lord Knows
She Love To Watch Award Shows
Watch My Door Close, Baby Step In Step It Up
Kiss The Tip Of The Dick
Then She Started To Wet It Up
I Done Left Enough Groupies
Remember The Crown Plaza We Was Playin Soluteche
Two Piece, Chicken With A Biscuit Cole Slaw
Bitch Please
On The Side Macaroni Cheese
Back To Sayin Please Lil Mama Show Him A Nice Time
And She Started Sniffin Some White Lines
Told The Bitch Nah, That Ain't The Drug Of Choice
You Need Crizzley, Bigga Be Making It Look Easy
1000 Dollars BB, Mama Beat Me Third Quarter My Style
My Styles A Buck Shorter
O Well Fuck It Den It's Nothing Then
I Beat It There I Guess The Bitch Really Needed It
[Chorus: Max B]
I Love Them Ct Bitches, Ct Bitches Be On Me, Ct Bitches Be On Me
They Love To Suck Fuck When Ever They Be Lonely (They Be Lonely)
I'm a Need 3 Bitches And Leave So We Switch She Be Lonely Me
She Be Lonely Me Baby Be Lonely Me, I Never Ever Wanna Let Goo Goooo
[Verse 2: French Montana]
She In The Crowd Screaming Pick Me
Ct Bitches You Know They Love Pussy And They Dickly
Strictly Bad Bitches Hit Me, Hartford
Looking For A Gardener Ain't No Target
Shout Out To My Ct Bitches I Love Em All
Strictly One Night Stand No Cuff At All
High Off A Pill Numb From The Waist Down
Flight 6' In The Morning Still Can't Lay Down
Get You High As A Rock
And Wake Up Everything Gone Out Ya Pocket
Max Know
His Hoes Go To My Floor
Then They Go To His Door So They Can Fuck Some More
All The Bad Bitches Bring Me
Young Los Pickling, E Took His Shirt Off, Ty Got Turned Off
[Chorus: Max B]
I Love Them Ct Bitches, Ct Bitches Be On Me, Ct Bitches Be On Me
They Love To Suck Fuck When Ever They Be Lonely (They Be Lonely)
I'm a Need 3 Bitches And Leave So We Switch She Be Lonely Me
She Be Lonely Me Baby Be Lonely Me, I Never Ever Wanna Let Goo Goooo
[Verse 3: Hollywood Fergie]
Fergie Fuck Em Once, Fergie Fuck Em Twice
She Got The Nerve To Ask Me Fergie Can I Be Your Wife
Yea Fuckin Rite, You Are Not My Type
Just Let Me Lay The Pipe And Maybe You Can Stay The Night
And You The Same Chick That Shave Biggaveli
And Went Around Around The Pole
Frenchy Love Her In The Cell
Used A Slut, Used A Smut That's's Why I Treat You Like A Sell
Come To Your Crib And Serve You
Take Ya Money And Heard You
No Disrespect To My Ct Diva's That Drive Nice Whips
Good Credit And Platinum Visa's
Ct Chruch Girls That Love To Play Jesus
This Ain't For Ya'll, This For My Ct Seekers
I Like The Ones In The Club Smoking Reefer
Tugging On My Shirt Hoping I V.I.P Her
Whisper In Your Ear, Meet Me In The Lobby At The Holiday Inn
When We There You Could Slide Back Again
[Chorus: Max B]
I Love Them Ct Bitches, Ct Bitches Be On Me, Ct Bitches Be On Me
They Love To Suck Fuck When Ever They Be Lonely (They Be Lonely)
I'm a Need 3 Bitches And Leave So We Switch She Be Lonely Me

See we all medicate our pains some ways This is what we do
[Hook:]
I'm 'bout to blow me a dubI need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine today What's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love
[Verse 1:]
Niggaz tried they best to hurt me, come and test the birdie I'm Tom Brady, you a Testeverde Yeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength He don't show no remorse, he ain't got a conscienceHe ain't got the don sense to be the boss Who that nigga they they talkin' 'bout, that he need the cost Biggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last waveI only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty Blast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away The ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal hold 750 for a rainy day, cause you'll never know Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong The Ds'll steal a 9 even when stepped on The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love 95 off a high-speed drive
[Hook:]
I'm 'bout to blow me a dubI need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine todayWhat's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love Nigga better show me some love man
[Verse 2:]
All this wave I bring to the game Y'all niggaz better Biggavel' that love man Might have to go back in, ya know Might have to go do that 30, ya know Fuck it, ya know I'm a leave you niggaz that wave though Boss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang Gotta love it, yeah Public Domain 2 shit for you niggaz baby So wavy Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio Got the smiley faces back in the building Nigga Al Pac, what's good baby, Gain GreeneRon Gida, Mike Bruno, ya knowIt is what it is
[Hook:]

Come here baby, come sit on my lap
Lemme whisper some fly shit in yo' ear
Yeah, fuck with ya boy
She said "I want you Bigga" (Al Pac)
Yeah (Mustard)
These niggaz did 16000 the first week, so fuckin' disgusting (let's go)
Yeah (yeah)
I'm here now, you old news
Lucky niggaz up yo' ass, you got horseshoes
(More cars) more jewels, Bigga see, he's no best
If his Bentley come in bulletproof he really don't need no vest
Got that water, call me Poland Spring, money that's my sorta thing
I can't believe you not paying me with that quarter key, go with me
Let me take you places, I got bitches in the stations gettin' cake
And they all been waitin' just so patient
Waitin' to fuck this dick like a rodeo, pimpin' like I'm Romeo
Send yo' soul to where no nigga boldly go, owe me dough
Niggaz best to pay me 'fore I lift him with this.80 off his feet
Got these niggaz thinkin' that they wavy, that is not the case
Let me break it down, put it up, I'm gon' take it down
Had to scrape it down, bag them 20's right
Got that money lookin' nice, we gettin' it in the slums
She said "I don't like his dick, only Bigga make me cum"
[Hook:]
Bigga make me cum, cum
Bigga make me cum, oww
BIgga make me cum, cum
Bigga make me cum, ow oww
Bigga make me cum, cum
Bigga make me cum
Bigga make me cum, cum, cum, oww
Bigga make me cum, cum
Bigga make me cum, oww
BIgga make me cum, cum
Bigga make me cum, ow oww
Bigga make me cum, cum
Bigga make me cum
Bigga make me cum, only Bigga
Only Bigga, oww
Like I did in summertime
When you touched it in Miami
Fuck with' ya boy, Boss Don
The ride don't stop
Vigilante Season, Volume 1, yeah
Boss Don Biggavel
Hey Grease we got 'em
They only did 16000, these niggaz in the red with me
Fuck you sue me, know we ridin'
Hey Al Pac, what's good baby
Menace from Lennox, fuck with' ya boy
Max Biggavel, oh yeah
Bigga make 'em cum baby
I make 'em cum, oww

Yeah (yeah)
Come here baby
Fuck with' ya boy
I can do a couple treats for you
Give you some nice thangs
Sexy black top meet me on the corn'
It's Valentine's Day, ya know
Just get a couple of yo' friends
They can hang out with the boys
Me, Young Los, Piffman, the boy Cisk
Ya know, let's get into this shit
Valentine's Day
Boss Don Biggavel', yeah
[Hook:]
Baby let's go on a date
Let's take a trip to the store
Maybe we snap a few pictures
Then you can snack on my balls
Valentine's
I can't wait to see those girls
Deh-neh-neh-neh-neh
I can't wait to meet 'em
Deh-neh-neh-neh-neh
I can't wait to skeet those girls
Deh-neh-neh-neh-neh
I can't wait to beat it
[Verse:]
She like chocolate from the guy the, lollipop,
Shrimps with no noodles, the whole kit and kaboodle
Mami hot, head up to the mami spot, check out my new bitch
Call her Velma from the Third World, and she got a firm tail
Trust me, she a earn well
All you gotta do is take ya bitches every now and then
Haters'll surround you in, meetin' at the Chow again
Seven months ago, fantasizin' about ya every move
Put you on that pedestal, put you on the better move
Told me take my time kuz you rush, stay after seven yeah
Bust a nut then sure to take clusters of that every year
Damn this bitch was feaky, kept me right
She get satisfied, baby be my Valentine's
[Hook: Max B]
Baby let's go on a date
Let's take a trip to the store
Maybe we snap a few pictures
Then you can snack on my balls
Valentine's
I can't wait to see those girls
Deh-neh-neh-neh-neh
I can't wait to meet 'em
Deh-neh-neh-neh-neh
I can't wait to skeet those girls
Deh-neh-neh-neh-neh

[Max B:]
(And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Coke Wave
Let's sing to the people, yeah
[Chorus: Max B]
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
[Verse 1: Max B]
It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm
And I don't care what shirt ya on
I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can
When coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump cocked
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite
Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cause I put ya whole team down with one clip
You sunk my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit
Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a fabulous year
Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing
He had no faith in his team
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar
Keep the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar
Owww
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: French Montana]
You lame niggaz flop, keep playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped
You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas
Watch us, bitch nigga no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, they was on ya ass
Tried to run but the whip crashed
Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped
And then wine like crushed grape
Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone
You'll get the mail with' ya head on the camera phone
Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy
I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box, raasclaat
All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop

[Chorus:]
Now come here miss lady, can I date you baby?
Make you coo-coo crazy for cocoa
I can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami
I can Coupe you mami with no dough
Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie
We bang bang, we boogie to the beat
My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang, you bitches
It's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets
[Verse 1:]
You say fuck me? I feel the same way about you bitch
Niggaz made you bitch and now you act like this
Well get yo' head out yo' ass nigga
Spent six cash, left the rest in the stash nigga
I sport Coupes, let the thang rip
I'm waterproof when the rain hit
Hit ya main bitch, I'm Boss Gain
The right side the Bent', the left side is the Porsche lane
Fire with fire we fightin', time to retire to ya mic and
She ridin' the pipe, mami she like it, she psychic
And she like to play on the Sidekick
A guarantee you gon' like this
I ain't bitin' my tongue, yeah I said it, Max is the nicest
G4 on and all types of devices
Yellow-green studs, all types a premises
Baby come here, come holla, I'm all about that dolla
[Chorus:]
Now come here miss lady, can I date you baby?
Make you coo-coo crazy for cocoa
I can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami
I can Coupe you mami with no dough
Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie
We bang bang, we boogie to the beat
My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang, you bitches
It's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets
[Verse 2:]
Chop up a nice, big 8th for this
Fiends be lickin' the plates to it
And the bitches, they finger themselves up
The lil' niggaz eat instead he bringin' them shells up
I keep the jails up, get Biggavel' on your album
I had spunk, I can get ya sales up
Come and fuck with' ya man
I'll get you in loops, get you a extra couple of grand
I let it splash from the mac milli
Who got the most swag on the wax, really?
Who got the most bags, better ask Nitti
I'm a hit you with the jab if you act silly
I ain't tryna put this game in a chokehold
Tryna see how much caine can a boat hold
You can get a reign if the coke slow
You can get a Range from the dope flow
You a slowpoke, catch up nigga
I'm a dump it in ya chest, best vest up nigga
I'm a beast big, Biggavel' streets big
Fly nigga, got more sneaks than the Heats nig'
[Chorus:]
Now come here miss lady, can I date you baby?
Make you coo-coo crazy for cocoa
I can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami
I can Coupe you mami with no dough
Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie
We bang bang, we boogie to the beat
My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang ya bitches
It's Gain Greene, you bitches, we the streets
[Verse 3:]
You ain't seen a nigga with my stature
Playtime's over when the cops come and catch ya
I ain't have a Jag nor a Rover
We was stuck in the hood, had the cab all over
Had the bags all over the floor, Pits ate 'em up
High off the residue he, tried to wake him up
Time to scrape 'em up
I trick six on a off day, hit the block for a hour and I can make it up
My bitches cook and clean cause my hooks is mean
Young Boss Don pimp, I'm a hooker's dream
I took the Beam for a spin
Pray to the lord, get on my knees if I see 'em
Spray at ya fort, get off money, then I grin
Who popped ya, you niggaz live life of imposters
I'm on your roof with' a chopper
It's like taking candy from a baby, all the food in ya locker
[Chorus:]
Now come here miss lady, can I date you baby?
Make you coo-coo crazy for cocoa
I can loot you mami, I can scoop you mami
I can Coupe you mami with no dough
Now up jumps the boogie, the Range grain is cookie
We bang bang, we boogie to the beat
My thang stain ya bitches, my blang blang ya bitches

Un it's your boy back fresh off that bay boss don season domain pain shouts out to my nikka young los in the beach you know I mean two in the afternoon sunny day strollin throw the sowos really seen a nice pair of shades I like you know them shits was like 2, 500 I bought em fuck it it's what I do gaine green boss don shit domain pain for you niggas let's go
[Verse 1:]
I got the forty low covered up like I'm forty below seven in like I'm forty to go or maybe more pay me for I'm the wavyest of all I got a black one white one even keep a slim bitch they all stick together and they got a good friendship closet so expensive angle mon cold hon and if I'm smoking that haze that's forty of that ooo bond know I got the auto mon loop ya it ain't shit with out max your music need a booster the fifth will leave you screaming like a rooster sweep the nigga body of the stoop like a supra nigga I'm the future nigga I be use to the finer shit I don't do that herb you I only do desingner shit I only do the guccie louie finddy prada biggavell is a pimp I run up in ya mama I run up with the lama pop it at any nigga thinkin he is thug I'm a feel this nigga with slugs I seen this nigga in a club out in jersey seen his team looking like they want to hurt me but thanks to the one time you gotta focus up one time nikka I be trying to duck the one time you smoking with thirty niggas on one dime
[Hook:]
Here we go here we go it's one nigga rolling up a big fat bag of the sour u can't stop me he got the rang nigga I'm wavy goddamn of lane got doughter plus you know we got that prada nigga we getting chips wise while ya'll getting angry
[Verse 2:]
On the strole of the strip like bitches on the dick like big pipe cherry lip gloss get your lips right get your lips wet I'm not dipset nigga I'm green gaine rollie in the mean chain I leave you holly in the cheese lane holly molly go fuck your plea your chain for the better max do it for your boy you was riding in the jetta max do it for a toy I be moving like I'm floyd right jab left jab 93 was the shit harlem had the best cab aj lester the best rags a buck 20 that was money then yea and that's was a 20 then I was getting money when regan was in office peep me on your cope list grind like and orphan lime in the coffin bitches of the myspace love me out in boston oooowwww
[Hook: x2]

[Chorus:]
She told me "I just wanna be your lady, lady
You own the key to my heart and soul, oh
It's just your spirit drives my crazy, crazy
You're the only bitch in my life, you're my baby baby
Baby, baby
[Verse 1:]
I'm looked at him dead in his eye, made him tell me what it cost
The vision is clear, gimme Perillis on the Porsche
Never seen a nigga so mean
Come home and get it rockin' for niggaz just reppin' the streets
My crew will get it poppin' (ow-ow)
My bitches, they treat me like a king
I like to keep 'em on balance like they was there to swing
"Well what's ya name"
I'm the million dollar king
Spent a fair been in my life in and out the clink
But um, now I'm back on my grind paper-chasing
M.O.B. did it in stores, all the niggaz waiting
I told her she good up in the hood
You better to gettin' bitch while it's good
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Gave her the benefit of doubt
Tried to get out, tried to spit it in her mouth
Leaned back, took me a puff, sitting on the chest
Called her a B, she said "Biggaveli, you's a mess"
She ain't never worried about a nigga gettin' weak
She hit the bleep, me and chinchilla in the jeep
Ridin' low, hat to the back, finger in her ear
Sippin' slow, Yak in the Ac', thinkin' I'm in here
Yeah, just call up a night for Biggavel'
More clientele, more bubbly and bigger tele's
Told his baby-moms I'm stressing for what they did to Blaze
Got my baby darling peressing, we puffing on some haze
She don't smoke, but she took a hit
Took a flick, pulled up her dress., then she took again
Yeah, my bitches, I learned a lot of wrong
Get 'em stoned, get 'em home, and make 'em give me dome

[Max B:]
What's good
Boss Don Biggavel, Mac Mustard
Wavy Crocket, Al Peezly
See it's like this baby
You gon' always be mine
I don't give a fuck what niggaz you fuck with
You'll always be my bitch
Do what I say (Gain Greene)
Uh (tell you a little bit about this shit)
[Verse 1: Max B]
I'm just tryna get my money straight
I fuck it from the back, she love to make the funny face
That's right, beat it, don't stop, lift ya legs up, flip the cover off
She suck it with the rubber off
Butter-soft leather in the seat and the Porscha
That was the spaceship, this is the flying saucer
Flosser, it'll cost ya just for fuckin' with my life like a enemy
You just wanna fuck me
You just wanna, treat me like the rest of your bitches and I'm a diva
When I drive a beamer, me too (me too bitch)
She wanted to fuck my belt
And every time this bitch touch me with her tongue I melt
She said, "I wanna thank you for the gun I felt
Ya shit fit it so perfect, it was so worth it"
I purchased the brand-new ride
Make her scream "Max, damn you fly"
[Hook: Max B]
As long as you my bitch, you gon' always love me
As long as you my bitch, you gon' always wanna fuck
Make sure you got two friends for Mac Mustard and Peezly
Kuz it ain't no fun, if they can't fuck too, ooh, ooh
[Verse 2: Mac Mustard]
I'm tryna get between ya knees and breeze
And all I need is a bottle of Cru, me and you, a lil' weed
Start slow with the motion, then pick up the speed
In the back seat going hard, fuckin' up the V
And I been doin' this since the days at Elton Beach
Talkin' on the park, smeezed, when they had the metal seats
Bitch, ain't lovin', better speak
Kuz you lookin hungry for the team and I'm a let her eat
Don't worry little mama, I got you
Have yo' ass screamin' in the telle like I shot you
I'm a wear that ass out, beatin' up the top too
Goin' hard, I got to, my niggaz is tryna block too, stop loot
Kuz it's a priviledge to say Gain Greene
Nigga popped you, them other bitches not you
It ain't hard to spot you, your bitches tryna rock
They lookin' for a spot too
So waddup
[Hook: Max B]
As long as you my bitch, you gon' always love me
As long as you my bitch, you gon' always wanna fuck
Make sure you got two friends for Mac Mustard and Peezly
Kuz it ain't no fun, if they can't fuck too, ooh, ooh
[Verse 3: Al Pac]
I got a good girl, AKA Gangsta Bitch
And my shorty never hesitate to bang a bitch
She realer than most of you niggaz
When it's time to go to war, she the first one squeezin' the triggers
I like ma kuz she kept it real from the start
Fuck these other hoes, only death could break us apart
For the love of my baby, dog I'll put in work
I dare a nigga violate, he gettin' put in the dirt
My bitch is sweet kuz you see her up in the skirts
She keep the 22 Pearl, brand-new up in the purse
And she quick to let a nigga have it, my lady bust da ratchets
She don't play when it come to the cabbage
Not concerned with rocks and karats, my lady's not ya average
She prefer handglocks, that's marriage
Plus she also look good in Chanel and Fendi
She split blunts and she sip Coke mixed with Henny
She the type of chick that'll have you lay on they side
She 'bout the paper and when it's beef, she ready to ride
If I blow trial, lil' ma strangle the judge
What we got here nigga is a gangsta's love
[Hook: Max B]
As long as you my bitch, you gon' always love me
As long as you my bitch, you gon' always wanna fuck
Make sure you got two friends for Mac Mustard and Peezly

Yeah
Listen lil' mama, I got what you need
Them lil' diamonds, they glisten the timin' on my sleeve
Finna run a couple of Gs, maybe 9 to 10
I done lost her for three weeks but baby mine again
But now I'm back on my swagger, that black-on-black is a Jagger
My mami looking meaner than Christina Aguilera
Told me "Biggaveli don't cum, won't you wait a minute
My dick turn into a slug, once I laid up in it
Most of y'all niggaz is timid
Most of y'all niggaz is finished
I'm so replenished, my spinach, I want it to the limit
They say the kid got so many flows
Oh so many new hoes
I need 'em, show me them niggaz, I really need to see 'em
The Charger's good but I really need the BM, Ow
I just copped the 38 pearl
And I like to let them revolve, wanna take a twirl
And I need me a little freak, not a gangsta girl
It's lil' mama season and I'm a shake you
I'm a break you
Yeah, you fuckin' with' the Boss Don baby
Get your 1s out, real expensive
Just copped that 38 pearl
Byrdgang, Boss Don baby
Uh, Biggavel' Season on it's way
Public Domain on it's way
Well, it's in Public Domain