Lyrics:
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
through
Always in a hurry
You're one big worry
Never have much to say
Call you on the wire
Sweet cheating liar
Why don't you just stay away
Live by the gun
This is not a test this is your
Emergency broadcast system announcing
The commencement
Of the annual Purge sanctioned by the
US Government commencing
us, my guns say "Fuck what they think"
Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink
Yo yo, big boys play for large sums
Stack up,
games let me do my thing
I say big time players make big time plays in big time games let me do my thing
Winning by winter, that was my final answer
In
busting guns
Fighting in the club, ain't no 1-on-1
They just killed this little hustler
But that hustler had some first cousins and a big brother,
Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G.
Let's go
Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) Check it out, uh
Now who smoke more
titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) Check it out, uh
Now who smoke more
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
A lot of niggas hated on me I ain't say nothing
Cause we known to ride around with them big drums
Big guns I got big guns it could get done
Say you
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
-Vaya
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
[Chorus 2x:]
Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're
be capping with a big gun
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L
[Chorus: x2]
I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight
And make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie
And I don't
[Method Man]
This goes out
to all the big head niggaz
And all them big head bitches
You know my steez o
Yo yo yo yo
Deadly
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm
fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
dreamin' bout thumbin' through theses hunnads
Countin' blue stripes till the sun up
And I never put my gun up so don't run up
A big bag is all I want yeah
I
I could've had the big door prize
I could've had it all
If I'd had taken it by the reins
If I'd have run with the ball
I didn't do it for
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