Yo i got slugs fo snitches
no love fo bitches
puttin thugs in ditches
when mah trigga finga itches
i got a rep to make police jet
known to get a pre-sweat
i neva beg for like Keith Sweat
is Big ERN slow
hell no
bitches get fucked on tha roof when i aint got no hotel dough
im known for yokin japs
and bein ova smokin gats
leavin tokin blacks
with brokin backs
and open caps
so wit that bullshit step to tha rear son
tha last thing u want wit big ERN is some fear son
cuz in a street brawl i strike men lightnin
you seen what happened in my last fight friend aight then
i beat kids wit lead pipes
leave trails of dead mic'c
where im from nigga's jewels get ran like red lights
old folks get mugged and raided
crimes are drug related
and we live by tha street rules
that thugs created
clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
sellin pounds of coke
front in this town and get a tech shoved down ya throat
im tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon
im quick to blast a goon
and break a motha fucka like a plastic spoon
i got tha looks to make your hottie stare
i keep tha shotti near
its that nigga wit notty hair that Gotti fear
TRACKS im known to ROAST until tha microphone is GHOST
PROPS i own the MOST im leavin niggas COMATOSE
run and get ya brain pinched
big E will have ya whole gang lynched
i started smokin dust and been insane since
this rap shit was a great gift
the other night some snake ripped
and got a hot lead face lift
all thru high school i had braids
kept mad blades
stabbin teachers ta death that gave me bad grades
i cook tha mic like a beef steak
cuz my technique's great
and im the nigga police hate
in each state
cuz im the neighborhood lampa
punk brotha vampa
fuck around find my silk boxers in your motha's hampa
cops drop
when my glock makes the pow sound
you know my style clow


so bow down




cant apreciate it written down............

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