8Ball, MJG - Mr. Big lyrics

Now, I was broke as a muthafucka
My life at the end see my so called friends
They had no ends to lend me
My job at Mickie Ds was
Fuckin' me with no grease
I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money
It never increased
I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga
Put on the mask, get the gloc
It's time to rob nigga i hit the streets
But no victim had been chosen
Damn I was nervous
But my fear wouldn't stop my strollin
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere
I was struck i felt the burn of bullets
So I knew I had got bucked
Reachin for my tech
Some niggas kicked me in my chest
My eyes closed shut
And I thought I seen death
I woke up at the med
Still woozy from my jackin

T-Money walked in and he told
Me what had happened
I knew him from the hood
But I did not know him well
He drove a red jag
And I knew that he was bale
He said he was rollin when
He seen me in distress

He said he killed the muthafuckin
Niggas with his tech
He offered me a job said he'd
Front me what I needed

I said that I was with it
Dreamin one day I would be

Mr big!

Mr big, Mr big, they call him Mr big
Mr big, Mr big, but not because of my size
Mr big, Mr big, they call him Mr big
Mr big, Mr big, but not because of my size
Mr big, Mr big, they call him Mr big
Mr big, Mr big, but not because of my size
Mr big, Mr big, they call him Mr big
Mr big, Mr big, but not because of my size

I hit the street slanging yayo
Then I sold up my block
Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks
Sellin dimes
Sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks
Gettin my dick sucked with the
Crumbs from the crack
Some nigga tried to jack me
But he only had a knife
A clip full of hollow tips
Took the bitches' life standin on the track
My mobile rung and it was T
"Hello?" - "Yo Eight
Be the fuck aroung 3" -"Aight!"
I met him at the park
He had a job for me again
Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in
Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five
I smoked them damn Columbians
And then got what was mine
Over time, my clientel rappidly increased
My bank got bigger
That's when bitches started jockin me
Cars and clothes had me fuckin different hoes
A fat bank roll was keepin
Me cool with the 5-O
I had niggas workin under me to take the heat
I never touched the dope
Makin a 100 Gs a week i gained respect
I'm the biggest playa of all time
Don't ever fuck with me, cause I'm mr big!

Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B
Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG
I had the bitches staring at
The twinkle of my diamonds
Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back
When I saw this little bitch
Lookin finer than the rest
With a long black weave and a tight red dress
I started conversatin
But she didn't want to talk to me
Straight up to the hotel room
Now the bitch is suckin the
Dick of this nigga that is
Smarter than the bitch thank
Then she got up
Now somethin in the air stank
She went in the bathroom and
Locked the door behind her
I got off the bed and grabbed
The tech from the dresser
Stood by the door when it opened
Niggas came out
Grab my muthafuckin gun, "Hey nigga!" pow pow
Then, I grabbed the girl cause some
More niggas had busted in
Shot that bitch in the dome
With my muthafuckin chrome
Shot up all the niggas
But I took one in the leg
When the cops busted in
I was laying on the bed
Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?
Hell no! They can't stop me
Long live Mr big Ho!