BIG DUMP BALLAD

Grr Grrrrrrr Ayo, all-black Balenci's, bomin' out the bushes (Ah) My heart got scars, my brother face crooked Oh, Lord took us from 'Chine Gun, I was devastated I'm from a city where ain't nobody ever made it (Uh-uh) Now we lookin' at the stores, I was just caged in I was just Gucci'd down in Ginza, eatin' ramen Revelations, duckin' fed investigations All night, I seen my celly pacin', Lord, be patient If I had three wishes, I'd want to get Sly out of prison Make sure my babies live life with no ceilin' Then I'd give these fuck niggas wisdom The world might be a bеtter place, I forgive 'еm My white fiend dancin' to this shit with no rhythm Forty-three tucked in the Valentino denim (Boom, boom, boom) Half a kilo, cappuccino, gold desert eagle (Boom, boom, boom) Rich and evil, Steven Regal, Ricky "Dragon" Steamboat (Ahh) High tops with the Pucci peacoat Yay' residue on the C-note, my shooters still keep hope (Sniff) He still keep faith Teesha spot, big eight on the dinner plate Kids cryin', roaches crawlin', super need to renovate First nigga show up, shoot his ass, just to demonstrate (Doot, doot, doot, doot) It's the king of New York (It's the king of New York) (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) I've cried enough tears To fill three Nile rivers When did you start writin' poetry? I can't remember This was already destined by God An angel born in December Coldest Plum ever (Coldest Plum ever) They want my voice They want my words They want my songs I make the gangstas feel cuddly and warm (Cuddly and warm) Retracin' my footsteps, overthinkin' the missteps Snowflakes in my necklace, that's courtesy of West Carry this legacy like a bulletproof vest (Yeah) Shot after shot of D'usse Pour up my own troubles Through whatever storms Poem after poem bubbled Wrote for Pray for Paris and WHO MADE THE SUNSHINE? The same year, my pops died (Rest in peace, Pops) Impeccable chaos, writin' kept my ass alive Still stomp you out in the Louis V Timbo's Eastside of Buffalo my birthplace, I've been throned Scar tissue, tear another piece of my soul They did my boy filthy (Damn) The night Inf was murdered I hit West with the 9-1-1 (9-1-1) In a state of shock and paranoia All at once (All at once) Felt cold, felt burnin' hot, felt numb (Felt numb) Keep your ears to the streets (Ears to the streets, ears to the streets) Long live Big Dump Brr, yeah Took me forever to, to write this We've all been through so much pain in life But it's joy at the same time And it's loyalty over everything Big Griselda Yo, I forgot to tell you I've done Volume II, Diary of a Jailhouse Lawyer Volume II by Donald "Sly" Green and Tracy Green I put a whole ch- (This call is from a federal prison) Been able to get in touch with you I put a whole chapter in the book on you, man On me and you (Th-, man) Me, you, when, um, when we met Nicky Scarfo and all that I put a whole chapter in there on us, man Wow I explained to 'em that, you know, you was a gentlemen gangster and You didn't go for nothin', you was a stand up dude and How close we was and how we stood and represented Buff' I put all that in there