Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Big Boy, artist - B.G.. Album song True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Fuck 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! |