Killer Mike - Big Beast (Single) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]Hard cold G shit, homie, I don’t play aroundAin’t shit sweet bout the peach — this Atlanta, clownHome of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, thoughLurking in the club, ol’ tourist motherf-ckersThese monkey niggas looking for some Luda and JermaineAnd all a nigga found was a Ruger and some painPow, motherf-cker, pow! One off in the brainMoney-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the richYour bodyguard ain’t shit, we strip her like a stripper b!tchThese real-ass killers move in silence with violenceThe minute it set off, be the motherf-cking wildestHow you from Atlanta that they never speak uponEverybody got a sack of dope and a gun[Hook: Trouble]And you know just how it goWe ain’t playing round with that bullshitNigga, we ain’t let that shit goThis real G shit, you gotta show respect[Verse 2: Bun B]Once upon a time in the projectsAn O.G. saw a young Bun B as a prospectThought that I would understand the streets from a very young ageSo he opened up the G code to the front pageHe sat me on the porch, said, “This where little dogs sit”Pointed at the yard, said, “That’s where big dogs shit”He said, “Don’t leave til your ass get growedWhatever you want is whatever you can haveBring the pain and leave em wet, like they soaking in some salveWhen you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see yaCause being trill is an onomatopoeiaBe about it like a G, never let them catch you slippingTry to be a Jordan, but settle for a Pippen”Player, I ain’t even tripping, but I don’t really careCause my pistol’s in your face, so put your hands in the air[Hook:]And you know just how it goWe ain’t playing round with that bullshitNigga, we ain’t let that shit goThis real G shit, you gotta show respect[Verse 3: T.I.]In a six, I’m riding with a pistol grip, banana clipFrom Simpson Road to Adamsville, I’m repping this Atlanta shitNigga trying to handle up, let’s see can they handle thisA hundred round at em, that ain’t no Louisiana shitDrinking on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabisAmerikkka’s nightmare, trap nigga fantasyRecord full of felonies, searching for a better meBut choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel AvivPretty nigga, let him be, f-ck him, shortySucker nigga I’ll never be, don’t give a f-ck about itQuick to round up on that Audi, make em get the f-ck up out itNigga better be about it, he deserve it he allow itWhat’s a coward to a kamikaze?He ain’t robbed a man, ain’t predator or prey; the law of nature where I stayI catch you slipping with that K, ain’t no illusion, no confusion[Hook:]And you know just how it goWe ain’t playing round with that bullshitNigga, we ain’t let that shit goThis real G shit, you gotta show respect[Verse 4: Killer Mike]Wha-da-da-dang, wha-da-da-da-da-dangListen to my clip before that five go bangBang bang, guap time, rep gameWe the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooksPredators, we eyeballing all of y’all lamesLet me fall off, I’m taking all of y’all chainsAll of y’all watches and all of y’all carsWell, who you talking to? All of y’all starsAll of y’all rappers and producers and suchNo homo promo, homie, you might get your ass touchedLike Def Jam circa ’83, you get rushedIf you rolling with some winners, then you rolling with usI know some dope country niggas, but them niggas ain’t weakKnow they dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain’t cheapI don’t make dance music, this is R.A.POpposite of the sucker shit they play on T.V[Hook:]And you know just how it goWe ain’t playing round with that bullshitNigga, we ain’t let that shit goThis real G shit, you gotta show respect
