Lemme Tell Ya

lemme tell you back today,
when we would chill all day
pass the weed around a few time to get high just like dre
cop took me over one night just past tribs gate
said what doing out this late
ya twelve years old and the son of a king
hell officer this is my style as a juvenille biggins livin up wild
so while ya sitting up there and I'm on my knees down here,
notice something I ain't bullshitting or spilttin im talkin man to
man, or man to child either way my life sounds wild, but these days
it's all music and huslting, ruthless breaking it down truthless, as a
youngen on the beach I was ready to die from anyguy and this why,
step to me we ain't got nothing to lose, you got a fam I got toe jam, I'm
thirteen your 26 damn, you chose, it's amazing stay so close to sand,
when yu know ya live by man and ya never live again let's this never
ends
c mon kick it with me now

yes at my age, yes i blazed, yes I raged, yes I'm caged
yes. I'm not fased, yes I've been hazed yes I'm teenage, yes I'm
frount paged. and yes sometimes I upstaged

could it be,
it was so so simple
, tobes rhymeing about the shit he been through
we all got drama shit me too, all I got is wishes, chillin but
we all want riches, he'll me and gabe washed dishes, chance smoked
away the pain with kisses, storm and tones gots some bitches
people like me si well music got us through
it, that and a bunch of friends to roll wit, FDP told me we ain't shit
till we gone, I think he was right, I think the way I was was wrong,
but the shit I been through, while drew blast it in my old
car sick instrumentals, dish pit travle to gravle pit drifting was
sick, by the time I went home I was feelin like 8 mile shit, get up off our
moms cribs and split, basketball well me and Emile, freestyle Alittle
bit talk shit see if we get us a deal, or aleast a record sale get
some food or a meal, hell ya paridise is so ghetto real, ya feel?

yes at my age, yes i blazed, yes I raged, yes I'm caged
yes. I'm not fased, yes I've been hazed yes I'm teenage, yes I'm
frount paged. and yes sometimes I upstaged

it's still for my B.I.G. my family, even through she sell rocks
somehow she understand me, it's likly, def jam will never find me,
well hey me nd tobes would dream, make plans a whole rap shemce, every
word I threw to you was treal thats what I mean, when our stash ran
low we couldn't stay clean, haha little dills still a fucking machine,
probly all that grean got us screwd me up as a tween,people like
jenessa still chill well I geuss a, sitting and laughting at us like a
fucking professior, it's still all good when I saw ocean lookin at the
ocean, what kind of potion was rohe most, astin in. his mind, or was he just
coastin on the west coast, Dori probaly miss em tI feel bad
cauz I never kicked em toast, dam good host for a youngen coming up,
and if I showed up the bishops would help me blow up like the end of
lay up, wasent for Jeff prob woundnt have work devloped, still all my
friends it ain't hard to ball but who's got our back when we fall, I
got respect and achoholl for my friends and yall

At my age?

a scyic read my fortune said I'll be worth a fortune, don't use iTunes
but rock to my tunes, singing o natural no auto tune, don't watch new
moon, used to play with runes on runescape, now I rap to beats that
you make, still I can escape, to the world I make, stopped using my
intake, smoking weed was fake, still fall asleep to the sound of
drake, will i make It well I used Si as a gate, and I'm hoping music
my fate, cauz I wanna make a million and one dollars the do it again,
gr eights ain't friends, live and love life as I roll up in a Benz,
never swich up my style fuck trends, you wont get money never get ice
never get peice,that's why I practice, be the best at this, I don't
care if u look like beyonce on her best day I don't want a kiss, see
who makes it through this!


yes at my age, yes i blazed, yes I raged, yes I'm caged
yes. I'm not fased, yes I've been hazed yes I'm teenage, yes I'm
frount paged. and yes sometimes I upstaged




see they wrong as the song of a champion, I ain't cussin or fussin I'm
descusing
, what we will do when e make it big like russain, came to far to die
at the bar. we stars me tobes and si, we goin to die, can't stop now,
lifes too foul, can't afford towles,



(only chorus will be used)

Who am I?

if I could start from scrach I ain't change, sane small change, same
gold chain, same meaning to gain, same fire burin in my vein, I would
do the same, cauz my additude would change, and anybody knew me, knew
cocain was intensely yet it was the start of E or me like I came to
be. to cool for school, I agree with game's rule, still I'm crul,
like crude oil, as a yougen I cook weed in foil, I was never royle
still till the day it's over, should have still jumped in the rover,
but when I became a soilger, looked over my sholder, got shot in the
heart good thing I wasn't sober, woulda been over. but I got a 4 leaf
cover, still I hold her. till I get older

(chorus)
who am I? I'm the gangster on the cornor late night lookin for a drink
or fight,
who am I? I'm that 13 yr old wanksta strutting down road, chillin with
some friends demonstrating the g.code wit my life on hold

who am I? I'm the broke down kid on the bus, like what just happened,
does this kid sell does he use is he at the end of his fuse, does he
rap, does he trap?

chapter one is done, fuck were I'm from it's were I'm going, I'm
knowing, I got future, I know it's huger, than I ever thought. better
rhymes I coulda ever thought, bigger money than I ever bought, bigger
font, than I'll ever want, but now that my friends dead, nothing to be
said, it was time, guilt still ain't mine, I wouldn't change it I know
his fine, heal with the hands of time, I would express through rhyme,
but when the bills came in and the thousand fine, responsabilty's
mine, still is, hustle till frige was full, look back and my knife was
dull but some made it, some just didn't it's just the way it is. if
you ain't in it your finshed,

(chorus)
who am I? I'm the gangster on the cornor late night lookin for a drink
or fight,
who am I? I'm that 13 yr old wanksta strutting down road, chillin with
some friends demonstrating the g.code wit my life on hold

who am I? I'm the broke down kid on the bus, like what just happened,
does this kid sell does he use is he at the end of his fuse, does he
rap, does he trap?

Dreams

dreams the thing you want but can't have, dreams to close too love but
to far to grab, dreams happy and sad, dreams, take from ghetto to dad,
hornby to Trinidad,


nas scarface and game, look all the same? all black all hit fame, all
raps are containing my brain so what I look like my name ain't Justin
and I don't know were your whore ass been, I got no love in well
withen your skin, your right biggins is livin, the forth inn'in he's
winning, but I ain't hittin ya. even if ya pretty huh, but I hold my
own, get jelous when they see me with my mobile phone, I'm gone so fast
, slow rappers don't pass, my clolor with contrast, I rep hornby and
the superstar nas, full on the gas, we will make it, acomish or task,
task force, remorce, gettin money course, hand in hand with inter
course, use the force to divorce you and the drug task force

(just so you all know the chorus will be used, and the verse is just random rhymes that cicrle through my mind everyday and will prob not be used in the album "dreams")

LIfe is mean

woke up 96 ain't bright started a light,
that might put up a fight for flight,
crash landing that bitch was a dik,
but sike back right were I left off,
i took a bite outta the oppisite knight,
suddenly fright creep into my heart,
but hieght and power made me write,
and rap confident buying some white nikes,
high as A kite,
but hey im still white,
lived in a campsite,
money in sight swag aint tight
but it was a delight to rap,
well it was alright,
well it was enogth to excite
the rudness in me I coundnt get polight
tonight imma recite raps and invite some kyrtonights, fuck snow white,
so don't fuck with lil biggins I'll make ur head rings, d d dong
dings, crazy things


a million. and one times still I drive,
million And one times still I strive,
gasoline so supreme, it's hard to stay clean
burnt bodys, open skulls, crack pips, jail cells and im only 13
but life is mean, like a killing machine
thank god for our one canteen

Battle notes

fast like alpine or out break of swine, chasing mine like 3 million
Every unit of time, in fine, so you can underline, undermine name, so
when I claim to proclaim, under my name so when I aim to regain I
exclaim my Nickname that begaun ffrom shame, little biggins is not the
same,cauz iwas framed for fame in the game, so you could say my
surname is little no lil, you can fiddle with a fiddle, or willow on a
pillow, your stuck in the middle, with intrumentals, eligedable for
electircole, be gental, I'm mental, but I'm musical, a freaking bull,
I'm never full, these words click to me it sounds sick, sick six pack,
bitches still that she call u a bitch I asked why she said ya dick too
small to pass for a guy

better on the other side

I hope it's better on the other side,
wlhell haunts us every day here,
your death I could only now relilize,
I used to despise you. I seeyour eyes now and I see the Skys.
 our care still cries .
and I still try.
 I regret ,
 remember that bet?
me u we were set.
 you were rightyou get what you get ,
table set, bury us a g, and focus on theobject,
don't get caught in the net.
but homie imma pour one out,
in  front of a bank.
 that's what I'm about.
i tried and as i pour that liquer.
 a candle starts to fliccer,
youd be proud of me  stronger bigger,
live life on my feet is what I figure,
 to get figures, ya shot for her ,
she's still high but I'm not.
 still pray for what I got. your plans ,
 money mind was hot,
 it was a struggle to get socks,
 let alone keep a life,
 let alone keep a wife,
let alone away from a knife.
had no chance. chosen from the stars,
in life thats your get away car, 
it's you shot at the bar,
someday I'll bury you a G.
 just like me
I wanna see something heavenly,
potenialy I understand the relationship with you and me.
tupac would understand your bulred will to be a man, 
ten hundred grand.
coulda died for money but hunny, it aint funny,
no cause peice of art a buetitful vase, caged.
to live and die in Van-couver,
 but the cougers got ya but I'm  not fased, I wanna 
gase, at u in art no cage, flip to the next page.

I wish there was something I could do

woke up 96 ain't bright started a light,
that might put up a fight for flight,
crash landing that bitch was a dik,
but sike back right were I left off,
i took a bite outta the oppisite knight,
suddenly fright creep into my heart,
but hieght and power made me write,
and rap confident buying some white nikes,
high as A kite,
but hey im still white,
lived in a campsite,
money in sight swag aint tight
but it was a delight to rap,
well it was alright,
well it was enogth to excite
the rudness in me I coundnt get polight
tonight imma recite raps and invite some  kyrtonights, fuck  snow white,
so don't fuck with lil biggins I'll make ur head rings, d d dong 
dings, crazy things


I grow yearly,
 so I can see things more clearly,
 that's why they fear  me,
 their girly,
 remind me of sherly,
surely it's tarrterd on my chest 
yes I'm the best,
no compition , no contest,
 but only ifyou can feel 
pain, the constent rain,
people shit n on ur name
 when u swear to god. 
you'll make in the game ,
so they gave their compasion.
no please ratsion your pashion,
but at my assanation, i'll be a savage beas
by the time I'm shunned and it's begun,
though I'd get a gun when,
a screw's lose in somebody head ,
 but from what I  read, the white man said
 if u learn avoid the feds and you cAn draw blood red,
well that's just what I read,
 your head on your bed,
and bam sleep got you again,
 the evil of men.
I woulda felt responsable, 
if he died in the hospital,
I wish there was something I could do,


a scyic read my fortune said I'll be worth a fortune,
don't use iTunesbut rock to my tunes,
singing o natural no auto tune
 don't watch new moon,
used to play with runes on runescape,
now I rap to beats that 
you make, still I can escape,
to the  world I make, stopped using my intake,
smoking weed was fake,
 still fall asleep to the sound of drake,
 will i make It well I used Si as a gate
 and I'm hoping music is my fate,
 cauz I wanna make a million and one dollars the do it again,
gr eights ain't friends,
live and love life as I roll up in a Benz, 
never swich up my style fuck trends,
you wont get money never get ice 
never get peice,
that's why I practice,
 be the best at this,
I don't care if u look like beyonce on her best day
I  don't want a kiss,
see who makes it through this!