B.G. - Big Tymers lyrics

For sure, lil' one off top, playboy
Look here
These lil' young jive motherfuckers just
Jumpin' off the porch

Let me at 'em

Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga
Look, this block is mine
And I don't need these niggas
Playin' with our hoes
'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy)
I done fucked the whole block already
Ya understand

We don't even want you comin' 'round no more

Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut
We got this shit, wodie

Gotta hustle

Back where I started on my set in black
(Uh, huh)
Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac
(Then what?)
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (yeah?)
My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack
(For sure)
Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack
The bricks look the same
But them youngsters be strapped
From snortin' dope smokin' momo's
And jackin'
Old folks scared that's why they be snappin'
(What?)
Callin the law, look-a-who'n and rattin'
I told the young nigga to learn to mack
Pop in a Too $hort tape

"Born to Mack"

We hard headed head bustas
We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers
Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker
(What?) my momma's dead (what)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend
I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a nigga was paid (yeah?)
Supplied the whole uptown - word was said
(yeah?) with quarters and halves
(yeah?) , chickens and bricks (yeah?)
Bundles of dope and ounces and shit
We drive Bentley's and Jags
(What?) , Corvettes and bikes (What?)
Two Mercedes Wagons with kit's and lights
(What?) and Prowlers
(What?) , Suburbans and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet
(For sure)

Big Tymers - they g's, too
Them niggas'll creep, too
They'll slang iron where your family sleep
Too big Tymers - they thug, too
Them niggas sell drugs, too
They don't just stunt -
Baby and Fresh'll bust, too

What? Now, I know you been waitin', playa
All night long (For what?)
For me to say, "Fuck a bitch
" in a tight-ass song (What?)
Well, this the one
Lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her)
Why'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout
She can suck my dick (Eat up)
They want to be with a nigga
When your money come right (for real?)
When shit get bad
Them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
BG downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy
(What?)
Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie
Triple-X rated (Huh?)
Joe Casey say, "The bitch ate it"
Our two DJ's say, "The bitch can't be faded"
Once again, it's on
The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?)
Wayne and Turk did the bitch
When we left her alone
Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?)
Yes, the sharks, nigga
(Yes, the sharks, nigga)
Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park
Nigga (In the park, nigga)
I don't know that lil' nigga
But, I'ma pass her to him
Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim

Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After they finished with 'em, them niggas
They'll shove hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
They don't brown nose
They think they all that
They got the whole clique down them hoes

Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After they finished with 'em, them niggas
They'll shove hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
Them niggas don't brown nose
They think they all that
They got the whole clique down them hoes

What, what, what
We put diamonds, and Rolies
And bracelets, and rings, and
Necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains
And twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers
And Jaguars
Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's
And fast cars
Houses and mansions with marble
And mink floors
Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors
Hoes say they love me
But friendships don't last, though
We rich but we fucked up from
Shit with the last hoes
The dollar ain't on the chest
The body is still tatted
Ride or die for CMR - get outta line
Get battered lil' Wheezy more platted
Baby more platted big Tymers, Hot Boys
And them sharks - they all gatted
My watch thirty karats - Suga
Don the grand daddy
Rappers, while you're hatin' your car
We now have it we move packages, jack it
Man stood and rest in piece
Head bustas was his jackin'
Dog, when I grow up
I want to be just like me: A millionaire
Bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat
And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat
Around my neck with some
Fingers'll last 'til January

Big Tymers stunt very hard
Drive the finest cars
Big Tymers got that work
Got a Impala, and got it hard
Big Tymers - they live in lavish
Neck and the wrist is platted
Every kind of diamond that they got
Them niggas have it

For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga)
BG and the fam' if you gotta be a BT

A hb

Ya understand ya undersmell that
Ya gotta go get it
Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah
Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah

Lil' Wheezy

To then BGeezy, to OGeezy how you love that
And it's all good, nigga
(It's all good, nigga)

Get your mind right
Big Tymers been doin' this here
(Been doin' this here) since '92, nigga
Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy)

Been stun'n

Number-one stunna, nigga

The world's number-one stunna, and
The world's best producer, nigga
The Big Tymers