(feat. Royal T)



[Mr. Lil' One]

People always talking about tongue twisting

Well I'm gonna show you how it's done in a quick little verse

Gotta head back to the pad with my motherfucking thirty inch spool card

Gotta finish that bottle of ali-zam boy

Haha



[Chorus: Mr. Lil' One]

Biggidy boom pow pow

Everybody know how

It's the Lil', got so many styles

Biggidy boom pow pow

Everybody know how

It's the Lil', got so many styles



[Mr. Lil' One]

I gotta be steadily, ready though

Let em all know exactly how it is up in this bizz

Motherfuckers trying to diss

I done been knowing about this bow and arrow level that I take it to

Fools that be faking too, break em off a thing or two

Rapping and laughing, they passing when walking

The bottom be touching, I'm hushing and rushing

Them fools they be tripping and Lil' be flipping

And Lil' be sticking and Lil' be drinking

And I don't be giving a fuck about the shit that you be doing

Better believe I'm ready to step and leave you motherfuckers ruined

Ready to blast, ready to buck, ready to bury motherfuckers

Anybody that be wanting drama, better be knowing when I be on the

Sick in the mind, knowing the time, Lil' be finding a way to do crime

Telling you mine all in a rhyme, my moment of shine, fuck a divine

Lil' One, son of a gun, coming and making them all run

Better be knowing that I be the one that be holding a kilo wherever you go

And coming up bucking making them all fall like a teardrop

Bitch bitch bitch



[Chorus x2: Mr. Lil' One]

Biggidy boom pow pow

Everybody know how

It's the Lil', got so many styles

Biggidy boom pow pow

Everybody know how

It's the Lil', got so many styles



[Royal T]

It's the Royal, gotta be loyal

Gotta be taking and breaking you fools

That one knows all you hoes that be screaming out my name

Sick in the brain, sick in the mind, all the time press rewind

All my foes, all my fans gotta be knowing I be the man

Understanding all my jams, all my plans hitting the fan

Running right now, gotta be foul, gotta show my enemies how

How it's on and on and on, dropping bombs up on my throne

Let it be on then I'm gone, motherfucker bring it on

Never hoping, always loc'n if you ever come provoking

Better believe you'll be the first to leave your ass up in a hearse

How it hurts how I'm spitting, now I'm kicking up all my rhymes

All my flows guiding you hoes that be going to your shows

Give me clothes, give me money, call me papi, call me honey

How it's funny, call you dummy, got you wrapping like a mummy

Heard you're broke, heard you're bummy, Shadow got the money

I laugh cuz it's funny motherfucker



[Chorus x2: Royal T]

Biggidy boom pow pow

Everybody knows how

It's the Royal, got so many styles

Biggidy boom pow pow

Everybody knows how

It's the Royal, got so many styles