Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Big Man, artist - Bushwick Bill. Date of issue: 07.12.2010
Song language: English
Little Big Man |
| Four foot two, a couple of inches and I’m steady gettin bigger |
| Straight from the motherfuckin G |
| to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho |
| I had to come up strong to get where I’m at |
| Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back |
| Back in the day I used to play with Tonka toys |
| Now I’m paid and shootin dice with the big boys |
| Shoot a G, bet a G, now watch me hit a lick |
| I ain’t worryin about no shit because I packed my shit |
| I pull my shit and take a shit cause that’s the way I do it |
| And when it comes to handlin shit, there ain’t nothin to it |
| Bushwick Bill, the motherfuckin thinkin nigga |
| Gotta stay smart, to keep me from sinkin nigga |
| Cause if you sleep, you’ll get beat, on the street |
| Understand, get it that’s the plan, from the Little Big Man |
| (Yeah. hahhh. come again! Uh, yeah.) |
| (Peep game) |
| Now when it comes to bitches I play games with they minds |
| Cause once you get that hit, you gon' get the pussy any time |
| And it’s a proven fact |
| I’m hittin bitches from the back, Bushwick Bill, neighborhood — mack |
| In and out the crib like a motel |
| Fucked her so well, the ho had to go. |
| tell |
| her friend and then I fucked her too |
| Got 'em both claimin that they in love wit you know who |
| Now what am I to do, but pass her to the crew |
| and let the fellas get that ass and bust a couple of nuts or two |
| Cause that’s the way we do it, fella |
| The Little Big Man, takin bitches to that other level! |
| (Yeah. uh, uh, uh, ahh) |
| How many motherfuckers wanna step to B-U-S-H |
| W-I-C-K, blowin niggaz away, clickin every day |
| Cuttin niggaz up, and I can not prevent the shit |
| Gougin out your fuckin eyeballs and then I skullfuck you, bitch |
| Hey nigga, don’t you know, today’s the first day |
| in the last moments of your life, run and tell your fuckin wife |
| Little nigga, little nigga, pullin trigger, gettin bigger |
| Gravedigger bury nigga like me how the fuck you figure |
| There’s nothin worse than bein, caught up in a gridlock |
| With a fuckin dreadlock, cause you know I bust shot |
| Notty dread, notty dread, come slave driver |
| Buck 'em dead, buck 'em dead, Bushwick gettin liver |
| Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, BUCK, watch dem fall fast |
| Little Big Man, buck buck, bustin 'nuff ass! |
| Wheel it again Selector Diesel |
| Rap-A-Lot comin da ragamuffin style, nineteen-ninety-tree |
| Four five and year two t’ousand |
| Givin you what you want, much more |
| Little Big Mon, come again selector |
| Yes, yes, yes that’s how we like it more time |
| Rap-A-Lot wit da music nice an' sweet, y’knahmsaid |
| Givin it to you straight from de heart of de street |
| Fifth Ward Texas, a Rap-A-Lot with de top yes |
| Givin you what I got, Bushwick Bill, yes |
| Make de riddim swing no |
| Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes |
| Little Big Mon just gettin buckwild yes |
| Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes |
| Little Big Mon 'im gettin buckwild yes |
| Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes… |