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B.G. - "Fuck Big Boy"
Lyrics to Fuck Big Boy : [First Verse-Tec-9] Im back again, reppin and I got my four ten Doin you in when I creeps and spin the bin Now the heat is on Im comin to getcha Went through the 17th and couldnt even find ya Come to find out, that you were fat mouthin and youz a hoe The only time you seen the 17th is at a show Jealous muthafuckas wanna be like me I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C You bitches better keep my name outcha mouth Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house Nigga, I catch a drain, aint no motive, aint no blame on what I do ya Cuz Ima fuck over you Now whats up' Cuz I dont think you ready to see no blood Fuck all that asshole and leave ya fuckin head swollen I hit like floods, better yet, I stick like mud Them bitches P-N-C, I leaveem in a pool of blood Partners-N-Crime, yall some bitches, yall some snitches You stupid clown, Chuck gotcha riches [2nd Verse-B.G.] Partners you bet not do no crime, Get no time and go to JAIL Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get NAILED Mystikal youz a hoe, its time I Ietcha know Yall aint ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes Im gat totin, ready to leave your heart open Bullets floatin, hot nine chambers smokin Uptown, ya bound to get yall wig split Yall represent a 17th set that dont even exist Now thats a shame, you reppin just to get a name You cant survive in this game cuz you niggas lame Im ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split Im off Valence, aint no doubt this B.G. aint real Im bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin steel Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down >From this clown thats gonna put you six in the ground. Its time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong Rollin wit Tec-9 snortin dope best believe its on [Chorus-Tec-9] Partners-N-Crime you aint nothin but bitches Lick on the nuts and suck the dick [Chorus-Lil Wayne] Big Boy know, they aint nothin but hoes [Chorus-B.G.] You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, BIATCH! [Chorus] [3rd Verse-Lil Wayne] Say "Ah ha, Ah ha", yeah you thought it was funny When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on Ca$h Money You must have been jealous of that title that we holdin Try to rep on that Local 580 You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loaded They tried to pull a lil stunt, on that Local 580 Wanna be Pimp Daddy, Lil Slim, and Baby They put that whole CMR all up in they rap They had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweat So lets show them wannabes what we made of nigga Try to knock a B.G., Ima spray a nigga Swear to God you was hard, but you dont want none of me Cuz Im a little-bitty killa off Amelia East So put two and fall, see I aint with that boy Cuz all I do is grab my 9 and break a nigga off Somethin proper, I will make you droppa Ima baby gangsta, not no P-poppa This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin Tryed to rock the crowd for the turf but couldnt make it It was complicated so how you gonna rock them' While they was busy doin the Hike and Eddie Bown Ima stand my ground even though you try to bring me down Cuz Ima Ca$h Money clown from that Uptown, and Im bout it Nigga you know you not bout it, Come around my way Ima have to get ROWDY [4th Verse-B.G.] Damn, I hate a busta bitch talkin shit But when drama time come they scared to do it Throw them thangs talkin hard in the Mic Say it in my face, be a man, and lets fight Take it to the street with a real baby G Ima show ya I came bust caps send ya six feet I aint bout none of that playin or assholin Nigga Im splittin wigs, leavin heads swollen Mystikal slippin and on the pavement you get laid Light up through ya hoe, Ima grab you by them dookey braids Putcha head down, cuz I heard aboutcha In Desert Storm, Uncle Sam got that mouth up outcha So let me get that outcha bitch, Ima run in your shit, cuz Im a 13th nigga and Im bout it [Chorus] [ Fuck Big Boy Lyrics ]
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