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    BIG TYMERS

    Big Money Heavywight 2003 ©

    Back Up

    Aight nigga
    Fuck it
    We did it once we gon do it again
    Hot Boy forever bitch
    Lets ride nigga


    B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S
    Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh
    And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest
    Let's do it


    Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash
    Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand
    Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya
    Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag
    Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash
    No rules in this game niggs doin they thang
    See me watchin for the people cuz they ready to slang
    Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate
    Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make
    I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face
    I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips
    I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch
    Smoothe baller 22s in they hip
    Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs
    I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down
    A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown


    Always poppin never stoppin
    Glocks cockin, body droppin
    Colla poppin, nigga knockin
    Everybody give me space, back up
    Everybody give me space, back up
    Always poppin never stoppin
    Glocks cockin, body droppin
    Colla poppin, nigga knockin
    Everybody give me space, back up
    Everybody give me space, back up


    (Why you got that gun nigga?) Cuz I can
    Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand
    Everybody lay down, stay down
    I'm bout to spit this mothafuckin hay round
    There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat)
    Everybody else just back back
    Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin
    Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin
    Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs
    Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs
    But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo
    Made niggas lay it down on the floor
    That's when the police came
    The fire engine truck and the ambulance
    Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James
    Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin
    The bitch was trill caught two to the grill
    One in the head damn lil' one dance
    Shake!


    Always poppin never stoppin
    Glocks cockin, body droppin
    Colla poppin, nigga knockin
    Everybody give me space, back up
    Everybody give me space, back up
    Always poppin never stoppin
    Glocks cockin, body droppin
    Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh)
    Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what)
    Everybody give me space, back up (look look)


    Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter
    Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya
    Look around there's some niggas not with me
    Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50
    UTP you better stand up it's the general
    Bringin back the era of the criminal
    Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
    Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing
    I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero
    It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes
    That's fucked up cuz my connect dropped me 5
    I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese
    I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze
    I ain't positive I'm a black man
    So watch your mouth playa cuz you can catch a back hand
    Heh!


    Always poppin never stoppin
    Glocks cockin, body droppin
    Colla poppin, nigga knockin
    Everybody give me space, back up
    Everybody give me space, back up
    Always poppin never stoppin
    Glocks cockin, body droppin
    Colla poppin, nigga knockin
    Everybody give me space, back up
    Everybody give me space, back up

    2003 ©




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