I the crib, they say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got in his Benzo!" I "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus" I'm 'bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Get to the so I can call Big Slate up And tell them the money man has and got his throat cut And everything we took from the warehouse I heard somebody about it at the White House Man I thought you said that job was for me and you I ain't know that Bill wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry that Lexus I'm to dip and see my sister up in, nah! Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa 'Cause them Red Dog know we homeboys tell everybody who owe us a dime It's the great hoe round up yo' time I got to have mine, then I'm here Take a loss, come up just like Coco Grier Ain't got to worry bout yo' partner gettin' caught a lame It won't be over that big girl from Decatur sang"
It be over till that big girl from Decatur sang Pointe police don't know a damn thang
Yeah, it won't be over, check out Can you see what I be Talkin' to when I sleep Peep this out real quick, We gets on beat and speak About that pimp shit, that walk with that shit That shit up in your face I see a and a dim wit to run up in my private home Just like you was the
Servin' a warrant to a baby Who do come to quote? On a Tuesday, April Day Don't get slippin' the keys off in the ignition Makin' me guilty by Penny tryin' to stack for ninety-six Buyin' another Fleetwood, Diamond it So we's in the mix I need to take my ass to the and drop the baby off
'Cause them niggas at the store Been lookin' at me for too There've been like on highways High days are better than ones be biased, but I know it has to come So I put two in the sky to let them I'm babysittin' don't know nothin' about Big Boi 'Cause nigga steady dippin' It over, why that, why that Till the bitch open her up and sang, yeah
Took me a time to get here Long man I'm talkin' about and years Riding past funeral fields bodies of my peers If you don't yourself Now how the you gonna understand How you 'posed to get Niggas walk around, get with shade ass ways a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth like a Jumpin' Lily, to dad Lookin' to get my feel I'm in like some old men Who'd stop them or stop I'm droppin' for the big plot Sixteen is when I started to ninety-six I'm in your face Can you hear bitch screaming?
It won't be till that big girl from Decatur sang