| It’s Big Fris and I’m back at it
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| I was raised in the jungle so I act savage
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| Make you disappear no black magic
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| I smoke cess that will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
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| No round of applause but there’s chaps clapping
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| Man see the size of this skeng and start backtracking
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| Enough of these idiots, need to knuckle down and stop chatting
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| Nobody over here spits like you? |
| Cuzzy stop gassing
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| I ain’t got nothin but shots for that crack addict
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| If you been shuttin for years and still can’t buy a whip fam you need to stop
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| trapping
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| And I know man are pissed the way we came in the game and took everything over
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| But I’m happy now cause when I was young
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| I said «I really wanna spit bars when I’m older»
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| You man are soft like cushion. |
| Big Dutty Stinking hard like boner
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| On the road to success, follow me
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| Flatten emcees in my way steamroller
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| Keep telling them over and over, so many bars in my folder
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| Armani fragrance mixed with a little high grade yeah that’s my odor
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| I’m stubborn, overly ignorant
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| I hate waiting I ain’t got patience
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| Good manners, you can take me home to Mumsy
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| Yeah that’s my persona
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| When the album drops my name’s gonna be ringing in your ear like a Motorola
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| And if you don’t pay then I won’t spray
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| I’m after the cream no soda
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| Straight to your neck like a choker
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| Sicker way off the Richter
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| 'Nuff of these emcees don’t get the picture
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| Boy Betta Know be a household name
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| We be known to you to your Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle
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| Stepbrother, Godmother, Brother and Sister
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| No dilly no dally I’m straight to the point like a glass of Henny with no mixer
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| That means I ain’t beating around the bush unless it’s Chantel’s
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| Don’t mean to be rude but I have passed through a couple man’s girls
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| Last year went Jamaica saw mad shells
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| Mad skengs big straps couple hand-helds
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| I set the plan well test if you want come try your luck
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| We ain’t gonna be nice when I see the cyber thug
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| Gimme a 'StayFresh' beat and I’ma light it up
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| Wild it up Go get your C.V. |
| done type it up
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| I’ve come a long way since running the streets
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| With Danny & Dean, Sammy & P
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| I’m about in my ends bloody cheek
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| You ain’t alive in your ends
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| I stand tall and shout loud from my ends
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| I do this properly
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| Instead of hating, fam, you should honor me
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| Back 2 Da Lab check out my discology
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| I’m on the road to success come follow me
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| You know I, you know I do this properly
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| Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase land in Jamaica
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| I been ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way back then
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| Cause I’m cool but nothing like Coolio
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| Nowadays man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta’s paradise like Coolio
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| I’ve got to be top 3 selected, these dickheads
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| Ain’t erected, they’re not hard
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| They tried to front but they got parred
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| Ain’t got to be close I aim from far
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| Don’t think cause I emcee that I won’t pop it off, make it rain and tear
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| through cars
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| I come through like «Yo, wagwan?»
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| You wanna hype up? |
| I’ll draw man’s card
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| And I’m back again
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| Big Frisco on a track again
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| No I’m not skimpy with beats, I’m nippy with Ps
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| Plus I’m picky with beats
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| And them man are slow I’m lapping them
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| I don’t hate haters I give thanks to them
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| A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, Frisco’s catching them
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| I’m catching up, still cashing in
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| Man violate I’ll smash him in
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| Frisco’s gone no catching him, runaway flows no matching him
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| I’m on point cause I know what success can bring
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| Niggas hate Frisco’s getting it in
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| So I stay on my Ps and Qs
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| Cause it’s not about next man getting my bling
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| Never that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Training Day , by - Frisco. Song from the album Fully Grown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп