Amen

[Intro: Ecco The Beast]
(Chef Season on the-)

[Verse 1: The Big Hash]
Pardon my French, it's prolly part of my scent
Just landed on planet Earth, young Biggy was heaven sent (Hell yeah)
Royal blood, I got it runnin' in my veins
You runnin' when shit get hard, when your spine against the fence, uh
I'm so ahead of my time
Me sayin' "I'm so ahead of my time" doesn't feel like a current event
I'm comin' up in the City of Gold
Could've been dead or in jail
I made it big, could've been dead as my presidents
Amen, nigga (Yeah), Amen
I reached heights same eye level as kites
I had sleepless nights going ice cold turkey on the muddiest sprite
You damn right I had to fight on my own
The worst advice I ever got was develop a vice
You can't control the shit that you on, right?
I made it work in my favour
The spliff gave my back catalogue some much needed flavour, I got an appetite
Been heard a nigga say I fell off, from where?
Been in this bitch too long, might write a tell-all, for real
'Cause when I got my big break, I tried to tell y'all "I'm here"
Fuck your fifteen minutes, never define my career

[Pre-Chorus: The Big Hash]
Let a critic put some lip balm on, kiss my rear
How often you see me giving up, nigga? The sight's rare
My heart on my sleeve
Bravery don't mean I lack fear
I just stand on business regardless of who I hold dear

[Chorus: The Big Hash]
Amen, nigga (On God), Amen
Amen (Yeah)
Amen, nigga (Yeah)
Amen, Amen
Palms together, Amen, nigga (Uh)
Amen, Amen
Prayers up, Amen, nigga (Uh)
Amen, Amen
(Check it)

[Verse 2: The Big Hash]
Everythin' I came for, double that and more
I'm a hustler, came to take it all, bigger than before
Callin' my own shots, you don't have the balls
You would never know what Will is unless your name is Demi Moore
I spent a chunk of my career opening doors for ungrateful ass niggas that ain't show the same support
These rap niggas ain't rappers, they a bunch of Michael Rapaports
When the cameras on, they got all kinds of rapport
They ain't lookin' for a war
They got tears running down their pores
I'm on a different level tier
I got married to the money pretty young and I don't plan on gettin' a divorce
'Cause I been at this shit for years
Niggas flexin' on me
Knock 'em down a peg or two until they get a Charley Horse
I'm trappin' in a Porsche switchin' gears with the big homie offloadin' 20's at Teazers, I'm tippin' all the whores
Makin' it rain and once it rains it pours
May the Lord forgive me for wherever I fall short
These niggas wanna ball out, I'm playing full court
I'm hittin' twos and threes right off of the backboard
You niggas doing call-outs, y'all must be getting bored

[Pre-Chorus: The Big Hash]
You best put some lip balm on, kiss my rear
How often you see me giving up, nigga? The sight's rare
My heart on my sleeve
Bravery don't mean I lack fear
I just stand on business regardless of who I hold dear

[Chorus: The Big Hash]
Amen, nigga (On God), Amen
Amen (Yeah)
Amen, nigga (Yeah)
Amen, Amen
Palms together, Amen, nigga (Uh)
Amen, Amen
Prayers up, Amen, nigga (Uh)
Amen, Amen
(Check it)

[Outro: Paul Pierce]
Give me my check
Aye where you stay at?
What? Nah I'm just saying like, like in, what city? Hollywood
Oh okay, that's expense you know, you got high rent, that's a high rent district baby, you know what I'm saying, you need some support
(Inaudible)
What? Baby you need some support, you know what I'm saying, you need somebody to take some pressure off you, baby
Baby, I'm saying, you need some support, some moral, some moral, or oral support, which one?
Alright goodluck guys
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