Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Big Boy , by - B.G.. Song from the album True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.07.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Big Boy , by - B.G.. Song from the album True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопFuck Big Boy |
| I’m back again, reppin' and I got my four ten |
| Doin' you in when I creeps and spin the bin |
| Now the heat is on I’m comin' to get’cha |
| Went through the 17th and couldn’t even find ya |
| Come to find out, that you were fat mouthin' and you’s a ho |
| The only time you seen the 17th is at a show |
| Jealous muthafuckas wanna be like me |
| I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C |
| You bitches better keep my name out’cha mouth |
| Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house |
| Nigga, I catch a drain, ain’t no motive, ain’t no blame on what I do ya Cuz |
| I’ma fuck over you |
| Now what’s up? |
| Cuz I don’t think you ready to see no blood |
| Fuck all that asshole and leave ya fuckin' head swollen |
| I hit like floods, better yet, I stick like mud |
| Them bitches P-N-C, I leave’em in a pool of blood |
| Partners-N-Crime, y’all some bitches, y’all some snitches |
| You stupid clown, Chuck got’cha riches |
| Partners you bet not do no crime |
| Get no time and go to JAIL |
| Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED |
| Mystikal you’z a ho, it’s time I Iet’cha know |
| Y’all ain’t ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes |
| I’m gat totin', ready to leave your heart open |
| Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin' |
| Uptown, ya bound to get y’all wig split |
| Y’all represent a 17th set that don’t even exist |
| Now that’s a shame, you reppin' just to get a name |
| You can’t survive in this game cuz you niggas lame |
| I’m ready to take it to some «G» shit, street shit |
| Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split |
| I’m off Valence, ain’t no doubt this B.G. |
| ain’t real |
| I’m bout to *hiccup* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel |
| Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down |
| From this clown that’s gonna put you six in the ground |
| It’s time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong |
| Rollin' wit Tec-9 snortin' dope best believe it’s on |
| [Chorus-Tec-9, |
| Lil Wayne |
| Partners-N-Crime you ain’t nothin' but bitches |
| Lick on the nuts and suck the dick |
| Big Boy know, they ain’t nothin' but hoes |
| You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke. |
| Biatch! |
| Partners-N-Crime you ain’t nothin' but bitches |
| Lick on the nuts and suck the dick |
| Big Boy know, they ain’t nothin' but hoes |
| You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke. |
| Biatch! |
| Say «Ah ha, Ah ha», yeah you thought it was funny |
| When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on Ca$h Money |
| You must have been jealous of that title that we holdin' |
| Try to rep on that Local 580 |
| You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loaded |
| They tried to pull a lil' stunt, on that Local 580 |
| Wanna be Pimp Daddy, Lil' Slim, and Baby |
| They put that whole CMR all up in they rap |
| They had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweat |
| So let’s show them wannabes what we made of nigga |
| Try to knock a B.G., I’ma spray a nigga |
| Swear to God you was hard, but you don’t want none of me |
| Cuz I’m a little-bitty killa off Amelia East |
| So put two and fall, see I ain’t with that boy |
| Cuz all I do is grab my 9 and break a nigga off |
| Somethin' proper, I will make you droppa |
| I’ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa |
| This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin' |
| Tried to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn’t make it |
| It was complicated so how you gonna rock them? |
| While they was busy doin' the Hike and Eddie Bow’n |
| I’ma stand my ground even though you try to bring me down |
| Cuz I’ma Ca$h Money clown from that Uptown, and I’m bout it |
| Nigga you know you not bout it |
| Come around my way I’ma have to get rowdy |
| Damn, I hate a busta bitch talkin' shit |
| But when drama time come they scared to do it |
| Throw them thangs talkin' hard in the Mic |
| Say it in my face, be a man, and let’s fight |
| Take it to the street with a real baby G |
| I’ma show ya I came bust caps send ya six feet |
| I ain’t bout none of that playin' or assholin' |
| Nigga I’m splittin' wigs, leavin' heads swollen |
| Mystikal slippin' and on the pavement you get laid |
| Light up through ya ho, I’mma grab you by them dookey braids |
| Put’cha head down, cuz I heard about’cha |
| In Desert Storm, Uncle Sam got that mouth up out’cha |
| So let me get that out’cha bitch |
| I’ma run in your shit, cuz I’m a 13th nigga and I’m bout it |
| [Chorus-Tec-9, |
| Lil Wayne |
| Partners-N-Crime you ain’t nothin' but bitches |
| Lick on the nuts and suck the dick |
| Big Boy know, they ain’t nothin' but hoes |
| You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke. |
| Biatch! |
| Partners-N-Crime you ain’t nothin' but bitches |
| Lick on the nuts and suck the dick |
| Big Boy know, they ain’t nothin' but hoes |
| You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke. |
| Biatch! |
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| I Hustle ft. Young Jeezy | 2009 |
| 4 A Minute ft. T.I. | 2009 |
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| Keep It 100 ft. Magnolia Chop | 2010 |
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| Heart of Tha Streetz | 2005 |
| Deuces Up | 2006 |
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