Lifes A Bitch And Then you Die (editted)

As I hit the wall in a rage
to the point where I broke free from the cage,
So mage- help me from this imprisonment
because I need to get out,
I shout and I shout
But nobody comes to my aid.
Dying and nobody cares is all I say.

So skip back to the happiness,
life a'ight full'a bliss
but still I kiss,
my thoughts away.
To another way of life.
And hopefully its right
To the point with no bull shit.
And maybe suicidal thoughts
wont go through my head and I wont quit,

So sit-
When I explain my game,
and explain the name that I have made.
Been into this and into that,
I get resepect 'cause I don't crack.
Well sorry to you, but I am as cold as ice.
So roll the dice and lets see where I end up.
I might end up back here now fuck thats twice.
I dont know know how life is gonna unfold for me.
so I wont quit because i just might be
a better person.

You might consider me a role model
So shake to the beat
and move your feet a lil waddle
everyday its the same old shit.
Gettin' props 'cause I don't quit.
and I gotta make that money,
and get somethin' fo me,
nobody else could.
They promised that they would.

I gotta remember that I came up on the sickest island
sickest all the while and parties.
all the summer so wild 'n.
Switched up my rap scheme,
whatever that means.
Too young to understand everything that i've seen,
n'
even sippin on lucky.
Too young to drive a truck see,
Too young to understand what a man can be.
Life is such a bitch, to get rich
even to satisfy the itch.
Of compation and the feeling of success.
Trying to get there I made a mess.

Life is A Bitch And Then You Die

as i hit the wall,
raged,
to the point,
broke from the cage,
so mage help me from this imprisonment,
becasue i need to get out,
I shouted and shouted,
But no bod come to my aid,
dying and nobdoy cares is all i say,
so skip back to the happiness,
life aight fulla bills,
but still i kiss,
my thoughts away,
to another way, of life,
and hipfully its right, to the point with no bull shit,
and maybe suicidal thoughts wont go through my head and i wontquit,
so sit,
when i explain my game,
and explain the name that i have made,
been in to this and that,
but i get resepct becasue i dont crack,
well sorry to you, but i am as cold as ice,
so roll the dice and lets see where i end up,
I might end up back here now fuck thats twice,
I dont know know how life is gonna unfold for me,
so i wont quit becasue i jsut might be,
and better person you might consider me a role modle,
so shake to beat and move your feetin a lil waddal,
everyday its the same old shit,
gettin props becasue i dont quit,
and i gotta make that money,
and get something fo me,
nobody else could,
and they promised that they would,
i gotta remeber that i came up on the sickest island
sickest all the while and,
parties,
all the summer so wild 'n.
switched up my rap scheme,
whatever that means,
too young to understand everything that i've seen,
n'
even sippin on lucky,
too young to drive a truck see,
and too young to understand what a man can be,
Life is such a bitch, to get rich
even to satisfi the itch,
oof compashion and the feeling of secsuss,
trying to get there i made a mess,

To many Times Have I

To many Times have i:



Lied then looked to the ski for help,
been denied,
they gon right back at it and done did it again,
to many times have i,
Had a up in my life
Then over done it and fell right back down,
and realize that when it rains it pours,
and to many times have i not,
Been a shooter, and been afraid come back down and make him drop,

HAHA biggins Bringin the heat pushin you back down in your seat

I'm new on the block,
So go ahead and beat me with a sock
if thats what you gotta do inseat of a glock, So sit back and i will start to mock,

Lookin' For a job,
Cuz right now i'm sick of eating on Corn Cob,
So now my heart starts to throb,
as you fuck with the mobb.
as ToBe$ said i'll give you a fat lipp,
Give you a sipp,
take you for a dipp,
of this crazy life,
Put a Knife In your butter
And wont even start to stutta
and i'm derecting my life through rough waters like a rutta.
Like 50 I'm the Don,
The bomb,
The Lord of King Kong,
anything but wrong,
The right beat to the right song,
The weed to the right bong,
This is where i belong,
Like cheech and chong,
I make mylife Long,
Keep bring the heat man all yearlong,
my Rhymes are bigger and longer than the city of Hong-kong,
Go back and forth from subjects like Ping-Pong,
Man i'm so strong,
bring me along
bring me along through veitnam,
Bring Marrawan,
Do what you Wan,
Bring death apon,
Give you a Fat Rhyme to try and step on,
Man C'mon,
You know this is the fatest and sickest song,
This shit is even more ill Then K'naan,
I'll Keep Bringin' These Bomb's ,and Droppin them on you like Packestan
I'm Gon be more famous than Celine Deyon,
The way i'm puttin' The heat on,
Fuck I'm the New Dawn,
Man c'mon,
I'm rappin' and i'm still gettin' Chicks like Zohan.

-Lil Biggin$

Fuck Jobba Booba

Its Just How Shit Is... You fuck around, Your gon get ur head stuck in the fuckin ground, Then I'll make sure that none Of Ur "homeBoys" make a sound.



Dude ur wack, I'm new on block, and i can beat ur head in with a rock
. So don't start with ur shit..
or im gon leave some body parts in a little kit... on ur doorstep. Cuz im Ready... are you set? cuz I'M Bout to blow, you fuckin hoe.
So Don't make me Rhyme Like this no more
Or You Gon be Pretty dam sore
and ill keep givin so much more.

I'm Thinkin about combinein these rhymes to actully get into the Times
And put up some sings fpr these producers of mine....
and then maybe even start to have dinners with some fine ass wine.

Cuz The stuff u spit aint nothin but shit
Your best to leave it and Quit
Jooba Booba,
Rappin little girls like a bitch. Your a fuckin decres, To the Human Race
Anyone of my crew would Beat You With a Mace.
I'm settin The pase, In This rap race.
So you better Write Your Wrongs, Instead of Hittin The Bong and writtin Those wack ass songs.


You Got a Biggins Against You
So Fucker You can win, No matter what you do.
Straight thug in my blood,
so Dont try and compare With Your Mic And You shitty ass stare.
Ur rappin so fucked, I can leave you floatin like a dead duck, cuz you suck,
You cant even run You fat like a truck.

Your The only kind that should be put in a cell
and get You head rung out like a bell
Get out this game, cuz you sound all the same



Dont Even deserve The name as a rapper...

Editted Rap Of Raps Of A Everlasting Dream

So what’s up with you and me?
all your crew still goes to the P and E,
So fucker cant you see?
you cant fuck with a straight biggins blood like me.
Or i'm gon beat you down and unlock your emotions like a key
Thats right run away like the sun retreating to the moon because done is the day,
movin into the night,
thats the time when everything starts to get right,
My whole day is fucked but the time when i cut,
through todays bullshit
and get ready to climb back on it,
its dark and full lies like a dark pit.

And now its pissin me off so Fuck the styles
, all the while,
with my homie Kyle,
said he stay real,
now he walkin round in skiny jeans,
like he forgot what the life means.
I dont go alongwith these sences,
so wack,
like the last can of rotten beans.

I Go For Victory or death,
fuck all the drugs like meth,
because this world is just a test,
to see who can go through the most shit,
and never put a gun to their head to get to the all time rest,
without the action to quit,
The time will come for you to go,
until then you gotta keep true to the real flow,
its all about gettin the strength to row,
through the dark and gloomy glow that makes you seems to slow.

Most of yall turn to drugs,
while i just stick to the fat ass mugs and sticking money under your rugs,
You bitchs cant do this cuz you style is to fucking slow,
No compassion to get mo,
Watch out cuz we aren’t afraid to creep while you sleep,
so keep your trash talkin to yourself.
wit you fucked up clown coustume,
fucker you look like a elf.
All my homies wrokin two jobs,
workin so hard they are runnin pass the mobs.
I'll set all your flows of like fireworks,
what ever you gotta do,
so get out of rap and go back to your office work .


If you like me and you feel the real pain,
Once you get to a point of depression you just start to go insane,
Just start keeping to yourself,
With the shit you put up with you don’t even complain,
I rap to much about it but it’s the perfect metaphor when depression hits and breaks your roof like the rain,
But don’t get me wrong there gon be a a new day with almost too much sunshine,
Like chillin’ late night at the beach sippin on wine,
Everything I got I worked for and I’m, paid and its mine,







Rockin it, we the best from the west,
we look at you like flees, harmles pests,
roming around in your little car,
stank so much worse than the rest,
like a little ant nest.

These are shit rhymes to me,
so cant you see,
Hornby Island makes straight G's that will make you get down on your knees,
we infect yo ass like some posion fuckin bees.

Boost it out,

Random Notes Of A Everlasting Dream

Life is a dream,

You know row tow your boat,
and blood forms a stream,
That you illision and walk over,
Until you relize your dream,
and what you mean,
with raps and rhymes tryin' make it to the mainstream,
So is anybody reading?
Better be cuz pretty soon I gon have a track that i am compleating,
Dreaming,
Seeding,
Thats the shit you reading,
It's just a way i release stress,
without these rhymes to be hounest i would praobly just be a mess,
and this is like my only intrest,
And this shit is jsut a aprils fools joke ,
so feel free to prevoke,
and if i didnt do this than motherfucker i'd croke,
I still aint got much to say,
And still i be ryhming all day,
And now everyone rappin'
gotta be in the club with your fingers snappin'
and the same with a rocord deal,
Hopin' that they think my shit's real...