Joe Budden - Big Shot lyrics

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You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to open up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to prove it to the crowd
Had to Have the last word that Night
You Know what everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?

Yeah, yeah, It's Ya' Boy Boy, listen to 'em
I think maybe the steroids is
Finally gettin' to him
Or maybe it's people believing
All the hard raps or maybe it's the tank top
With the bra straps
Maybe he's really believing he's a heathen
Like dude he stole his name from
Dude ain't the same none
Nothing's hardbody about him
He's like puddin' so can't we all beat off
All his white Goodmen
Now I can and just wait
Till his team dissolve
Or I can go and get you picked
No screens involved
I get you offed for a clip
No fiends involved
Or we can take it one further
Get Queens invovled
Where they know he never went to Jail
Never over a banger he went to bootcamp
Not in pop with the gansgtas
Sorta' like Yayo who stayed in PC
And you can ask anybody up in MDC
But, I guess he's a tough
Guy now that he's free
But doing that kind of jail time is easy
But, it's not beneath me
Really I gives a fuck
I could put the whole Unit on
The next Nip & Tuck (But)
He keep his dudes in check
I keep it real with him
Punched Banks in the face and
He still with 'em
Don't worry 'bout me putting
Clips in the forty
To pistol whip Lloyd when 50'll do it for me

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to open up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to prove it to the crowd
Had to Have the last word that Night
You Know what everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?

Far as the kid Game, he lame to say the least
Mad he from the West
So he diverted to the East
All he talk about
Him and his man that'll blast pounds
But when you see him
He just dancing in the background
I tore Game apart
Thought by now the asshole would
Have a change of heart
Especially since I got the tape of
This GANGSTA on "Change of Heart"
Teary eyed cause his shorty had
A change of heart
But, I smell something fishy
There's a con in the air
Slacks, his tongue pierced
Streaks blonde in his hair
Who's he playing with? Keep saying shit
And ya' body will take the
Same tour Reagan's did
Still trying to get a buzz, embarrassed
The kid's hurtin'
Reachin', he's losin' his head
He's Nick Bergman and far as Banks & Buck
I'm done discussing 'em (Why?)
I only beef with niggas who own publishing
Curtis you a bum, and you almost done
Same artist you was dissing
Exactly's what become saw him at Summer Jam
And all he did was stare
Walked on stage, all you heard was chairs
Cheers (they threw the chairs at him)
Don't be seen no more, he's a queen no more
And he can't even step foot in Queens no more
Selling his soul, Banks
Hope you're proud of your father


You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to open up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to prove it to the crowd
Had to Have the last word that Night
You Know what everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?