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Big Ed Life

ed May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (Who Me?) Yeah bitch you so big you walked

[1st Verse] New York Yeah we G'ed up Act up Clap the back of your knees up Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beemer Taxin' your cash and you asking

? Check! I'm shootin', flee Pollutin' you and your niggas, betta run from me Comin' through in a strap... with a 223 You be losin' your life when you

blood (2x) Paint Ed big...Turn Ed into...One of his enemies... It's my blood (3x) Stab it down, fill the pages, suck my life out Maker of my enemies

streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big

The rest of my life The rest of my Life, dead presidents, devilishment Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they negligence Death, real shit'll

to the grave, I'ma take it to the grave She said, she did what with who? She wrong Since she knows so much, ask her what I had on True Religion, Air Jordan, Ed

a extra clip 'cause I ain't fin' to run In my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white In other words, come my way with that s*** you gon' lose your life

out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'? The body mask wore eighty-fives, all solid It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like its call-ed I floss