They got me doin' big thangs in the 9-8, baby, big thang, ah, it was some of that southern
Fried shit, you know?
I had the choice, i had to make it, all times became flagrant, my talent's in danger, but
Went through shit like i'm an anus, wanna be famous, so mr. whitley made the changes
Hooked this entertainer, play as the gamer, he bought the paper, it's in the nature, christopher
Miller's another player, make sure niggas pay you proper or stop you from ever playin'
Shit, you gang spit, my clique's harder than dicks, our lyrics the bomb shit, make your
Moms wanna hit, shit, they love it easy, at the clubs or the heezy, he's hot as tahiti
Got smoke risin' up off the cd, now they ride the weenie, rubbin' my balls like a genie
In my shaft, i dig in they ass like a bikini, couldn't see me, makin' these moves in 95
Thought bear lied, now everybody actin' surprised, oh my, he did it, damn right, my shit is wicked
I'm doin' things, and baby, don't you ever forget, i've been doin' things, in the game
For so long, tryin' to lay my thing down, baby, so i keep holdin' on, and i'm gon' do
My thing, and i'll keep pushin' on, till i get the game so low, i'ma keep on droppin'
On, i guess i'm just talented, to even survive through all the fuckery and mockery of haters
Tryin' to suck on me, i'm suckin' free fuckin' wheat, thinner and barkin' serious shit, i'm
Furious with niggas actin' like they's a bitch, so sick, i done made it, i hustled and graduated
To the majors, and lost fake niggas like i'm a raider, a natural player, buy money, weed
In jamaica, my pen, smoke the paper, my lyrics give it the flavor, oh yes, the bear, down
And dirty about his business, you gain minutes for life, nigga, it's god, my witness, ain't
Nothin' easy about the music, it's how you do it, your bond, my niggas booin', had it
Ass ruined, pursuin' my dreams, and in between stackin' cream, makin' the crowd fiend, smokin'
Whatever i sing, my thing's to do it, until my name become fluent, my whole unit gon'
Buy more suckers, fuck what they doin'
I've been doin' things in the game for so long, tryin' to lay my thing down, baby
So i keep holdin' on, and i'm gon' do my thing, and i'll keep pushin' on, till i get the game
To love, i'ma keep on droppin' bombs
Never thought that i would lay game and stick and cement, all you bitches had me bent, my
Shit's harder than dicks, i spit like a camel, my words rougher than ramble, your words were
Sad to stand, do like that ass, like a candle, i handle y'all bitches, with tight track and
Crack britches, all about my riches, bad sweeter than mama kisses, i figured i got the rich
Shows representin' the game, doin' big things and still maintain, that's on my name, refrained
Haters, and softly came from the players, tryin' to make it major, mastery of music
Like amadeus, braced, bad wicket, true game, niggas the sickest and realest, but haters
So numb, they can't even feel us, it kill us, what they be sayin', be different from
What they playin', keep my shit bangin' long, cause i'm sayin' i had em swingin', be beatin'
You gon' be the shit forever, ain't nothin' gon' change, as long as you maintain, handle
These things
I've been doin' things in the game for so long, tryin' to lay my thing down, baby
That's why i keep holdin' on, and i'm gon' do my thing, and i need to push along, till
I get the game so low, i'ma keep on lovin' on
Big b's ass, big b's ass really is off the heat, you know?
Big b's ass, big b's ass really is off the heat, you know?