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    also… I lost my left eye to Shaq’s cock. True story. ;(


    This is the man that got into movies and multi-million contracts without finishing High School.

    I’d be lying if I said I don’t want that same luck.


    i thought it was kazaam


    “They call me Superman…” “Big Shaq where you at?”

    You can’t stop it or block it when I drop it
    Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic
    Ain’t even fit to step in Shaq’s arena
    I look inside your mind and I seen your shook demeanor
    in your eyes, why are you suprised
    No matter how you try, youre not fly
    The new edition, is this the end of your last night?
    in the daytime, you couldn’t see me with a flashlight
    I crash flights on sights of my enemies
    I’m comin through and then I bomb your whole vicinity
    Why the act of fakin jacks, you’re not a friend of me
    I peeped your card, you’re not as hard as you pretend to be
    Who wanna spark it with the chocolate
    Macadamia, hair clean to the cranium
    You know the name, Shaq aim to maintain
    Money on the brain, can’t stop the reign

    “Big Shaq where you at?”

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    What? Uhh, what?
    Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
    Ninety-seven caddilac
    What, what, uhh

    I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
    Blessing niggaz in Ac Legends and vigors
    Cream lizards, cream cootie’s, I do my duty
    As long as they fly as me, get high as me
    Success in my circle, try to break it, I hurt you
    Ain’t no gettin out that, I doubt that
    We want thee exotic, erotic ladies
    Not them toxic ladies that burn a lot
    I learned a lot, from junkies to ruffians
    From bein tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was missin
    Listen, had to change my position
    From wantin to be large to head nigga in charge
    My garage, call it celo — fours, fives, and sixes
    Honies by the mixes, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it
    Smoked out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino
    Size like a sumo, Frank White numero uno

    “Big Shaq where ya at?”

    7-0, ha, towerin inferno
    Invincible, smooth individual
    Who wanna test it, foreign or domestic
    No matter where you from, I’m not the one you wanna mess wit
    Origin-al Willie style, livin lavish
    Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris
    I’m not the average, I’m far from the norm
    Daddy long hittin em strong, keepin you warm

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    A lime to a lemon, my CeCe women
    bringin in ten G minimums to condos with elevators in em
    Vehicles with televisions in em
    Watch they entourage turn yours to just mirages
    Disappearing acts, strictly nines and macs
    Killers be serial, Copperfield material
    My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
    Any place I visit, I got land there
    How can players stand there and say I sound like them, hello
    Push wigs back and push six Coupes that’s yellow
    Plus clips that expand from hand to elbow
    Spray up your Day’s Inn, any ‘telle you in
    Crack braggin sick of braggin how my mink be draggin
    Desert ease street sweeper inside the beamer wagon
    I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
    Put that on my diamond bezel, you’re messin with the devil


    kobe, how does my ass taste?

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