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big baby gandhi - lighters up lyrics

[verse 1]
put your lighters up, put your rifles up
baby dropping hot sh-t, stuff some diapers up
honies like this stuff, they like it nice and rough
i got the nicest stuff, i drove my prices up
i like to f-ck
if you like it rough
i might invite you up
polite invite ya m-ff (?)
listen female we can slice the blunt
do what we want
like life is fun
big baby, that’s that special delivery
head get greedy when there’s checks in periphery
s-x with some women sections of italy
next with text who’s the best, don’t consider me
rap pic-sso, i’m an artist with it
i’m the hardest with it, i’m at the art exhibit
spit the hardest lyrics at your harshest critics
best show on earth, you should’ve bought some tickets
for real though, you could’ve caught some crickets
all through the town, not a crew made a sound
not a team made a peep, not a scene made a weep
big f-cking baby thinking money in my sleep
and a lot of rap cats think it’s funny till i creep
f-ck around and leave like one of the elite
biggie, big pun, big l, and big baby
i’m the best rapper’s how i spit it to your lady
hit them with the nice break, turn up the 808
drop down a couple bars sounding like it’s 88
screaming at the ada
to let ja rule out
queens till i die
that’s my scene till i fry
purple urkle on my team, that’s why my wins high
get a couple dollars then wave my friends bye
lounging with some models, drinking out some bottles
strike a batter out like my (?) mariano’s
now i take swings at queens, i’m mike piazza
talking sh-t all day like i just drank a manga

[verse 2]

put your lighters up, put your heat down
gandhi preaching non-violence in the streets now
erase the pay schism, erase racism
praise race relations, blaze the haze with them
young casey kasem, sicker than an aids victim
dropped his middle name out when the planes hit them
government tag, nafis bin islam
it means that i’ve been on these streets for this long
punches with this arm, punches with this arm
now my wrist strong, write (?)
see the streets is like a boxing ring
but you should save fist and cuffs for the cops and things
every year d-mn another amadou diallo
the crew do what they want to do, diablo
knowledge with the understanding
y’all know
walk down the block slow
stir a melting pot low

- big baby gandhi lyrics

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