Big As I Wanna B

Big As I Wanna B - Longshot

One two

Man my nig

Rhyme Scheme is on the track

Man my ni**a Panik

Molemen Chicago

LongShot check it out man

I'm on my hustle man

With CD's and wax

You need this rap

Molemen bringin it back

LongShot flip rhymes

Like w**d and coke

Do I need to smoke

Nah man I need a show

I need to show cats

How to succeed for mo'

We need to grow

We need to come together and blow

We need this dough

We need to stay at home building

Still when we get on

We sh*t on our own children

We turn our backs on our brothers

No gats on lovers

Yeah I understand

You're back as mack slugger

But black mothers

Please keep raisin' 'em strong

Cause the streets is a father

That be raisin' 'em wrong

P P P what kind of life is locked in the bing

Get out on parole to

Get popped for the same damn thing

I'm staying the beast

With the sh*t I'm saying on beats

Playing with heat

Fire word blazin the speech

Raising my verbal game for the goal f'real

Then I'ma take 'round the earth 'til it's playing

Set it like 10 I might be seeing some bills

But 'til then I'ma hustle hard

As f**k to get big c'mon

(Hook)

How I'm gon' be as big

As I wanna be

Ni**a ain't no limit in me

How I'm gon' climb as high

As I gotta climb

Chi is you ready to ride

I said Chi is you ready to ride

Not some ride or die sh*t

Is you ready to die

How I'm gon' be as big as I wanna be

Ni**a ain't no limit in me

(Rhyme Scheme)

Hey yo how I'm gon' be as big

As I wanna be

Me and my ni**a

Shot reppin the team

Molemen motherf**kers

And we running this thing

Funniest thing man

Is you ain't thinking like me

I ain't talkin' 'bout wreck man

Take what you want

Make what you want out of it

I got what I want

I got a lot of sh*t inside of me

Mother father and family

Pain struggles and tragedy

F**k if you getting mad at me

I been seen it all

Through the eyes of the young life

From the rough young buck

With the to punch minors

The gun yup just the son of a one

And gunning for once muh'f**kers

Cause I'm running it up

Young scheming and

Crazy the humble harder the hard working

That hustle hard for

The Dream Street dream and the blaze

And I was raised in the city

Where the hustle don't sleep

Where the hustlers stay on corners

And they stay on the scheme

Meanwhile all our kids running wild

In the streets

Dreams deferred all I heard

Was the shot in the streets

Pop and I see pop BLAOW now

There's blood in the streets

Blood on my sleeve from

The tears of the moms and the kids

Stopping the tears from

The gunning down running in fear

Nothing to hear man

I had it dawg