Baby]

For sure, lil' one

Off top, playboy

Look here

These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch



[B.G.]

Let me at 'em



[Baby]

Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga

Look, this block is mine

And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes

'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy)

I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand



[B.G.]

We don't even want you comin' 'round no more



[Baby]

Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut

We got this shit, wodie



[B.G.]

Gotta hustle



{verse 1}

[Baby + (B.G.)]

Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)

Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)

Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)

My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)

Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack

The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped

From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'

Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?)

Callin' the law look (?)

I told the young nigga to learn the mack

Poppin' two, shor-tay



[B.G.]

Four in the mack



[Baby + (B.G.)]

We hard-headed head bustas

We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers

Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?)

My mind went dead (What?)

My daddy's dead (What?)

My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')

Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)

Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)

With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)

Bundles of dope and ounces and shit

We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?)

Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?)

(?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)

Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure)



(Hook2x [B.G.])

Big Tymers - they g's, too

Them niggas'll creep, too

They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too

Big Tymers - they thug, too

Them niggas sell drugs, too

They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too



[Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)]

What?

Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?)

For me to say, "Fuck a bitch," in a tight-ass song (What?)

Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her)

Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up)

They want (?) with a nigga when your money come right (For real?)

When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)

B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?)

Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie

Triple-X rated (Huh?)

Joe Casey say, "The bitch ate it."

Our two D.J.'s say, "The bitch can't be faded."

Once again, it's on

The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?)

Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone

Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?)

Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga)

Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga)

I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him

Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim



(Hook [B.G.])

Big Tymers don't trust hoes

Big Tymers don't love hoes

After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes

Big Tymers - they toss hoes

They don't brown-nose

They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes



Big Tymers don't trust hoes

Big Tymers don't love hoes

After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes

Big Tymers - they toss hoes

Them niggas don't brown-nose

They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes



[Lac]

What, what, what,

We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and

necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and

twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars

Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars

Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors

Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors

Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though

We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes

The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted

Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered

Lil' Wheezy more platted

Baby more platted

Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks - they all gatted

My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy

Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it

(?) we move packages, (?) jack it

Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his jackin'

Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me:

A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat

And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat

Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til January



(Hook3x [B.G.])

Big Tymers stunt very hard

Drive the finest cars

Big Tymers got that work

Got a Impala, and got it hard

Big Tymers - they live in lavish

Neck and the wrist is platted

Every kind of diamond that they got, them niggas have it



[B.G.]

For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga)

B.G. and the fam'

If you gotta be a B.T.

([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.)

A H.B.

([B.] Ya understand)

Ya understand

Ya undersmell that

Ya gotta go get it

Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah

You're blindin' me, yeah

Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah

You're blindin' me, yeah

([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy)

Lil' Wheezy

([B.] To then B.Geezy)

To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy

How you love that

And it's all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga)

([B.] Get your mind right)

Get your mind right

Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here)

Since '92, nigga

Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy)

([B.] Been stun'n)

Been stun'n

([B.] Repped out like a motherfucker)

Number-one stunna, nigga

([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga)

The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga

The Big Tymers