Big Shots Lyrics - Singles - Fredro Starr

Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots 

And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches 

I only fucks wit' my niggas, my niggas 

So we them true-to-life killas, killas 

We takin' 'Other People Money', they money 

And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars 

Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome 

Besides that yo we stars, we stars 

I'm the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New York 

Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk 

Throwin' hits at the judges in the criminal courts 

Criminal thoughts, these streets wit' killas to sport 

This is Mafia music to murder you wit', inserted the clips 

Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this 

4/5th, burnin' my fist, pullin' shades down, murderous bitch 

Anonymous threats, blueprints designin' ya death 

Organize crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex 

Fadam or Begetz, killas might climb in ya rest 

Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest 

Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates 

Black robes, funeral homes, shootin' 'ya wake 

Kidnap, raised as children, to be rulin' 

'Other People Money', we kill men 

Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots 

And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches 

I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas 

So we them true-to-life killas, killas 

We takin' 'Other People Money', they money 

And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars 

Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome 

Besides that yo we stars, we stars 

My goods pull, like Sammy the Bull 

Sin'll pop you, D.O.A.'ll bomb you 

Mafia style, boss me? Body a child 

When I get locked, it's like Gotti on trial 

Five years in the pen, separated from friends 

I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun 

Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist 

The type to chase death, like faces of death 

Sippin' the Henny, pray, let the Lord forgive me 

I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me 

Claimin' my church, the type to put 'woke' in the church 

If my gun jerk, more holes in ya shirt 

Bustin' my gun, who you know fuck wit' dunn 

Put six in ya burners, I ain't feelin' you son 

Stop the bull, ya ain't got guns to pull 

Ya still yappin', ain't enough gun clappin' 

Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots 

And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches 

I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas 

So we them true-to-life killas, killas 

We takin' 'Other People Money', they money 

And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars 

Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome 

Besides that yo we stars, we stars 

Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots 

And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches 

I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas 

So we them true-to-life killas, killas 

We takin' 'Other People Money', they money 

And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars 

Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome 

Besides that yo we stars, we stars