This goes out to you H O E's. Swangin' on the nuts of us motherfuckin' G's. You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby. Big Mike aka Big D D. . Big dick daddy, droppin' you hoes in the sack.
Big mike how you livin'. . I've been sellin' out the same dope house since the age of sixteen. Shufflin' crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends.
Creeping down the hallway quiet as kept. The only sign of a murder was the blood on the fore steps. I stopped for a second to wipe it up. And threw the bloody towel in the garbage bag with her guts.
Niggaz busting caps on a Sunday. I'm riding through the park with my white six bloody. Thinking to myself, what the fuck is this?. I grab my motherfuckin' shit, load the clip and then I get.
Killa, you're face to face with Scarface. G to the E to the T O. . Now here it comes, motherfuckers die hard 'til the end. (Boom). Mr. Scarface, not your ordinary dope man.
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine. I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time. I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine. I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time.