You want bigger and better and higher and larger and more shit
 Peaches and cream
 To each man his dream
 Harvest crops and props
 Teaches teens how to throw dice and pick locks
 I wish you knew the issue
 It's all wallet  politics
 Done it  done it
 Seen it  seen it
 We seen it done
 No opposition to none
 Cause they remember that story
 Bout him puttin some fools hand in a blender
 Cause first things first
 Gotta hold his down like (?) purse
 And school his team like Vince Lomardi
 No noble cause
 From sea to street
 Entrepreneur genius
 They try to take him under federal conspiracy laws
 Probable cause
 Damn, that's Rick the man
 With the master plan
 CHORUS: (2x) [Kandu]
 Somebody told me to deliver this message (pass it on, pass it on)
 It was the 7th of July
 7 years have moved, like out of place
 So we rushed it
 Watched us run straight to the front door
 Took 4 steps, then he took 1 more
 He rocked timbos from his ankles to his big toes
 Wouldn't get caught without the flyest of apparel
 He knew the scooop on everybody from me
 To Geraldine Ferraro
 First love was a Ferrari
 He played more games than your average Atari
 He said call me Big, but really I ain't the (?)
 Dips call me often
 And pops call me Junior
 Lo-co, at times
 I am the cream of crops
 Ripped clean of props
 Had the school imperials
 On his materials
 Everybody jackin so you know the scenario
 Cause if he heard word
 Well, not a word he'd utter
 If he spoke fast not a word he'd - stutter
 He never slipped into the pit of a gutter
 Cause cousin's butter
 You know there ain't another brother - similar
 He got into the scene with open hands
 And his love goochie
 Got him the booty
 But no (master plan)
 CHORUS (2x)
 Lookin at the sin, advance spin
 Reminds him of memories
 Of when he can't rest til he buries these
 So he remains alone in his room
 When his head hits the bed
 He sees visions of being dipped
 I guess you know a good thing til you lost it
 Tossed it
 The limelight of paparazzi
 Get a grip, don't trip
 Then cause if you trip
 You slip and pinstripes wasn't his shit
 So I guess he got a reason
 So he grabbed the number 9
 To define gettin even
 His definition was this
 A death wish, kiss Tish
 And told Cha-Che to hold the mayo
 Payo, payo was the sound of the oddo
 But little did he know another brick would be his motto (ha, ha, ha)
 In the wall, stretch limos
 And rose of eyes, in disguise
 Like stain glass windows
 With more flowers than I've ever seen
 Got the Visine for this thing
 You know, easy come, easy go
 You may think it kinda strange
 Since the beginning God's been giving in to angels
 But take back
 CHORUS (2x)
 Pass it on