Big Tymers Lyrics - B.g.

For sure, lil' one 

Off top, playboy 

Look here 

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

Let me at 'em 

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 

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

Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut 

We got this shit, wodie 

Gotta hustle 

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, short tape 

Four in the mack 

Photos 

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) 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga) 

B.G. and the fam' 

If you gotta be a B.T. 

(It's like bein' a H.B.) 

A H.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 

(Turk and Lil' Wheezy) 

Lil' Wheezy 

(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) 

(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) 

(Been stun'n) 

Been stun'n 

(Repped out like a motherfucker) 

Number-one stunna, nigga 

(Uptown New Orleans, nigga) 

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

The Big Tymers 

Notes: the lyrics corrected by [email protected]