B.G. - ***** Big Boy Lyrics
[first verse-tec-9]Im back again, reppin and I got my four tenDoin you in when I creeps and spin the binNow the heat is on Im comin to getchaWent through the 17th and couldnt even find yaCome to find out, that you were fat mouthin and youz a hoeThe only time you seen the 17th is at a showJealous mutha*****as wanna be like meI represent that 3, the capital t-e-cYou *****es better keep my name outcha mouthBefore I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your houseNigga, I catch a drain, aint no motive, aint no blame on what I do yaCuz ima ***** over youNow whats up? cuz I dont think you ready to see no blood***** all that ***** and leave ya *****in head swollenI hit like floods, better yet, I stick like mudThem *****es p-n-c, I leaveem in a pool of bloodPartners-n-crime, yall some *****es, yall some snitchesYou stupid clown, chuck gotcha riches[2nd verse-b.g.]Partners you bet not do no crime,Get no time and go to jailCuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get nailedMystikal youz a hoe, its time I ietcha knowYall aint ready for local five, got a boot camp fulla hoesIm gat totin, ready to leave your heart openBullets floatin, hot nine chambers smokinUptown, ya bound to get yall wig splitYall represent a 17th set that dont even existNow thats a shame, you reppin just to get a nameYou cant survive in this game cuz you niggas lameIm ready to take it to some g shit, street shitWhere caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get splitIm off valence, aint no doubt this b.g. aint realIm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my *****in steelPeel, make niggas kneel, bow down>from this clown thats gonna put you six in the ground.Its time a nigga put big boy where the ***** they belongRollin wit tec-9 snortin dope best believe its on[chorus-tec-9]Partners-n-crime you aint nothin but *****esLick on the nuts and suck the dick[chorus-lil wayne]Big boy know, they aint nothin but hoes[chorus-b.g.]You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, biatch![chorus][3rd verse-lil wayne]Say ah ha, ah ha, yeah you thought it was funnyWhen you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on ca$h moneyYou must have been jealous of that title that we holdinTry to rep on that local 580You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loadedThey tried to pull a lil stunt, on that local 580Wanna be pimp daddy, lil slim, and babyThey put that whole cmr all up in they rapThey had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweatSo lets show them wannabes what we made of niggaTry to knock a b.g., ima spray a niggaSwear to God you was hard, but you dont want none of meCuz Im a little-bitty killa off amelia eastSo put two and fall, see I aint with that boyCuz all I do is grab my 9 and break a nigga offSomethin proper, I will make you droppaIma baby gangsta, not no p-poppaThis is dedicated to niggas that be fakinTryed to rock the crowd for the turf but couldnt make itIt was complicated so how you gonna rock them?While they was busy doin the hike and eddie bownIma stand my ground even though you try to bring me downCuz ima ca$h money clown from that uptown, and Im bout itNigga you know you not bout it,Come around my way ima have to get rowdy[4th verse-b.g.]Damn, I hate a busta ***** talkin shitBut when drama time come they scared to do itThrow them thangs talkin hard in the micSay it in my face, be a man, and lets fightTake it to the street with a real baby gIma show ya I came bust caps send ya six feetI aint bout none of that playin or assholinNigga Im splittin wigs, leavin heads swollenMystikal slippin and on the pavement you get laidLight up through ya hoe, ima grab you by them dookey braidsPutcha head down, cuz I heard aboutchaIn desert storm, uncle sam got that mouth up outchaSo let me get that outcha *****,Ima run in your shit, cuz Im a 13th nigga and Im bout it[chorus]
