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    BIG TYMERS

    I Got That Work 2000 ©

    Nigga Couldn't Know

    Big Tymers, nigga (Big Tymers, nigga)
    I got that work, nigga (I got that work, nigga)
    Look, look, listen:

    This is where them niggas die fast
    Sell bricks and buy bags
    They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash
    If you try to pass - take my advice: drive fast
    'Cause, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast
    You wonder why the cops keep circlin'
    Niggas murderin'
    I ain't never saw 'em before
    Tonight we twurkin' 'em
    Niggas wearin' masks like glasses
    Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics
    Pants to my knees 'cause the glock make it slouch
    I can't talk right now - I got three rocks in my mouth
    And, wodie, when we enter-- niggas freeze up like it's winter
    And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner
    Seventeen representer - you don't like it, do somethin'
    And I'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin'
    And we like to dress in all black up in my residence
    Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents


    Nigga, we done moved more coke
    than a nigga could know
    More money, more cars
    than a nigga could show
    And more ice - cheap price
    than a nigga could score
    And hit blocks with glocks
    Make 'em get on the floor


    Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats
    Project bitches that tote gats
    Niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back
    Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways
    While other niggas playin' ball - made a court in the driveway
    Things ain't the same where I use to play
    It's guns and broads
    New cars, neighborhood superstars
    And hoes smokin' cigars
    Lil' ones sittin' on the car
    Watchin' the bus hollerin',
    "Them people comin!" when that blue car pull up
    I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners
    I got that work - got youngsters on all four corners
    You got the quarters, and you got them halves
    I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs
    Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick
    And if you don't know that, nigga - tax the bitch


    Nigga, we done moved more coke
    than a nigga could know
    More money, more cars
    than a nigga could show
    And more ice - cheap price
    than a nigga could score
    We hit blocks with glocks
    Make 'em get on the floor
    For sure, wodie


    It's the return of the click-clackin'
    Downtown pistol packin'
    Y'all remember me from back in the '89 era
    When killers use to wear mascara
    And run through the court causin' terror
    Random riot gunshots
    Government-issued glocks
    That's bakin' soda added with that odor - now you got clatch pots
    Niggas went from (?) to frozen cups
    To catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts
    Shorty, I been on missions
    Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions
    Stickin' guns in bustas' backs
    Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs
    But that was back in the days
    See, niggas done changed they ways
    Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades
    Now it's a must that niggas bust back when they get cussed at
    Or fussed at
    Nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas can trust that


    Nigga, we done sold more coke
    than a nigga could know
    More money, more cars
    than a nigga could show
    More ice - cheap price
    than a nigga could score
    We hit blocks with glocks
    Make 'em get on the floor
    For sure, lil' one

    What!


    Y'all got to understand
    We got this shit on lock, wodie
    If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to
    I understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's
    Whatever it take, lil' daddy
    And it don't matter
    If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines
    If you get caught up, you better believe it..
    that that iron gon' get your mind right, dog
    We hustlin' for sure, fa
    Bling-blingin' without a doubt
    Like new cars, and pretty broads
    And neighborhood superstars
    Money
    Bitches
    Rags to riches

    2000 ©




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