Big Shot (g-unit Diss) Lyrics - Singles - Joe Budden

[Joe Budden] 

Okay Thugs... 

It's...It's...It's (What?) 

It's that on Top Music 

[Chorus] 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

Had to open up Ya' Mouth 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

Had to prove it to the crowd 

Had to Have the last word that Night 

You Know what everything's about 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

[Verse 1] 

Yeah Yeah, It's Ya' Boy Boy, Listen to 'em 

I think maybe the steroids is finally gettin' to him 

Or maybe it's people Believing all the Hard raps 

Or maybe it's the tank top with the Bra Straps 

Maybe he's really beleiving he's a thieve'n 

like the dude he stole his name from 

Dude ain't the same none 

Nothing's hardbody about him, He's like Puddin' 

So can't we all beat off all his white Goodmen 

Now I can and just wait till his team dissolve 

Or I can go and get ya thick (Broad) No Screens involved 

I get you offed for a clip, No fiends involved 

or we can take it one further, get queens invovled 

Where they know he never went to Jail, Never over a banger 

He went to bootcamp, not in pop with the Gansgters 

Sorta' like Yayo who stayed in D.C 

and you can ask anybody up in D.C 

But I guess he's a tough guy now, The Kids Free 

but doing that kind of Jail time is easy 

but it's not beneath me, Really I gives a fuck 

I could put the whole Unit on the next Nip & Tuck (But!) 

to keep his dudes in cheek, I keep it real with him 

punched banks in the face and he still with 'em 

Don't worry 'bout me putting clips in the forty 

to pistol whip Lloyd when fifty'll do it for me 

[Chorus] 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

Had to open up Ya' Mouth 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

Had to prove it to the crowd 

Had to Have the last word that Night 

You Know what everything's about 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

[Verse 2] 

Far as the kid game, he lame to say the least 

mad he from the west, so he diverted to the East 

All he talk about, Him and his Man that'll blast pounds 

but when you see him, He just dancing in the Background 

I tore Game apart 

thought by now the asswhole would have a change a heart 

Especially since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on change of Heart 

Teary eyed cause his shorty had a change of Heart 

But I smell something fishy, there's a con in the Air 

Slacks, His tongue pierced, Streaks Blonde in his Hair 

Who's he Playing With? Keep saying shit 

And ya' body will take the same tour Reagan's did 

Still trying to get a buzz, Embarassed, The Kid's Hurtin' 

Reachin', He's losin' his head, He's Nick Birkman 

And far as Banks & Buck, I'm done duscussing 'em (Why?) 

I only beef with Nigga's who own Publishing 

Curtis you a bum, and you almost done 

Same artist you dissing exactly's what become 

Saw him at Summer Jam, and all he did was stare 

Walked on stage, all you heard was Chairs/ Cheers (Man, Ya'll don't get it) 

Don't be Singin' No More, You a queen, No More 

And he can't even step foot in queens no more 

Selling his soul, Banks, Don't be proud of Ya' Father 

Now we all see the power of the dollar 

[Chorus] 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

Had to open up Ya' Mouth 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

Had to prove it to the crowd 

Had to Have the last word that Night 

You Know what everything's about 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'? 

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?