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Big Tymers 

How You Luv That - Vol. 1 

Suga & Pac, Puff & Big 

"Suga & Pac, Puff & Big" 

(feat. B.G., Lil Wayne) 

[B.G.] 

Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds 

Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown 

Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches 

We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions 

Our relationship like Moses and Jesus 

Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us 

Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us 

Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us 

Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin 

the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips 

back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all 

Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall" 

Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there 

Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there 

Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there 

We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share 

I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact 

Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract 

Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head 

Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at 

We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops 

Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac 

[Lil Wayne] 

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G 

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs 

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run 

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million 

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[Baby] 

Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run 

Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns 

Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder 

You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder 

Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer 

It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer 

We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first 

Embassy playboy to hide our riches 

Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches 

He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter 

And if you you fuck wit him 

I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches 

And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace 

It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck 

wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats 

Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat 

and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me 

Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill 

I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill 

It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money 

cause we keep it real nigga, believe that 

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[Lil Wayne] 

Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G 

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs 

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run 

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what? 

[B.G.] 

I got love for my nigga Baby 

He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me 

Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy 

Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me? 

B.G. and Baby, livin good pah 

We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog 

Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog 

We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog 

[Baby] 

Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich? 

What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit? 

My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time 

Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die 

Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve 

Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells 

Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell 

I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes 

cause I knew he'a be major at one time 

Now I done rolled in the flyest cars 

It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar 

[Lil Wayne] 

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G 

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs 

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run 

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million 

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G 

Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs 

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run 

Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha? 

[Baby] 

Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy 

We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga 

We clockin it's all gravy 

If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches 

We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's 

Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee 

It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga? 

We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga 

Get it how you live playboy 

How you luv that nigga? 

If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga 

I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece 

How's that look nigga? That's a hundred 

I done put two hundred G's on my grill 

My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit 

Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes 

How you luv that playboy? 

Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles 

Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more 

Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's 

Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's 

Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's 

Nigga homes costin two mill-ion 

Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators 

Niggaz just. dumpin playa haters 

It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga? 

Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)