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Verse one: breeze

I call da they say "breeze you ain't know? "
I say "what? " "big time got in his benzo!"
I said "damn man, I'm in his lexus
I'm to dump this nigga's shit in new dimensions
Get to the so I can call big slate up
And tell em da man done slipped and got his throat cut
And everything we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin it at the white house
Man I thought you said this job was for me and you
I ain't know that bill wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my up in... naaah!
even tell you where I put my extra playa card
Cause them red dog police we homeboys
Just everybody who us a dime
It's the hoe round up yo' money time
I got to mine, then I'm outta here
Take a loss, come back up just like coco
Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught a lame
It won't be over til that big from decatur sang"

(it won't be over till big girl from decatur sang!
East pointe police don't a damn thang...)

two: big boi

Yeah, it won't be
Check out
Can you see I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep
Peep this out quick slick, we gets on this beat and speak
About that shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
Lookin up in face I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my home just like you was the folks
Servin a to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a tuesday, april day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by
Penny pinchers to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another fleetwood, diamond took it, so we's in the mix
I need to my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner been lookin at me for too long
Starin like on highways, high days are better than sober ones
be biased, but I know it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let them I'm babysittin
Y'all don't nothin bout big boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) the bitch open her mouth up
And sang...

Verse three: big

me a long time to get here
Long man
I'm about, years, and years
Riding funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you don't educate
Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you to get paid?
walk around get with shade tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair
Back and forth like a
Jumpin lily, to dad
to get my goodie feel
I'm broke in like old men
Who'd dem or would stop
I'm lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I started to
It's ninety-six I'm in face
Can you hear that scream?

(it won't be til that big girl from decatur sang...)