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Twan, damn, man
That Big got somethin' to say?
Yo Big, what 'chu got to say

Yeah, yeah, shout out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ
one and two, my man Milk
My man Fred Dawg, the OGB
Y'all know how we flow and I'ma drop it like y'all

Oh, what a feeling drivin' in my four by
galore, BIG on the door
Chrome trimming with the tint
Givin' chumps a hit as I my mint

Stacks of doves, half my is C-note
All from sayin' that BIG wrote
Blunt, I take a toke but only if weeds
with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy

Pass to D or maybe movin'
Never with a by my side, that's a no, no
Tell me I ain't the nigga that you ever saw
Live in action, raw

Who's coming through? know who

Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this was originated
Your rhymes ain't shit, they be constipated
Many awaited, the heavyset brother Fulton Street
To drop a to a funky beat

MC's as if I was at Sarah J
Or boys and girls at any school the way
Opponents, pupils but I'm the
Hard to beat, damn invincible

Niggaz know how I live the mack life
money, smokin' mics like crack pipes
Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my my palm
And sayin' rhymes to set off the

Yes, me, the BIG
Competition ripper ever since
Used to clothes, was considered a thief
Until I hustlin' on Fulton Street

Makin' loot, knockin' on the regular
Pass the microphone, I'm the perfect
and all that, my clothes is all that
Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a at

BIG without burner, that's of
I stay close to mine like on Turner
to smother, a punk motherfucker
Undercover word to mother, I'm ya

And I ya 'cause you're a sweet bitch
A crazy crab, you might make my itch
I flow than Luther, words ya get used to
BIG is a born like ice cream I scoop ya
My you wanna get loose to, stay pimp and I'm not a booster

So what 'cha got to say? mackin' word is bond
There's no assumption, I got it goin' on
I'm not conceited, my friends me this
Even my be noddin' her head to this

Makes her to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker and bow to the
a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four
Live in action, raw

Round two, the rhyme regulator to roast ya
As ya follow this, yeah I gave a to ya crew
See, popped on ya like a kernel
You realize that the beef was eternal

injury, that's what you're soon to see
BIG company
Sometimes in my waist if they come
Run upstairs, my skimmer and my coat

And I'm floatin' to punk part of town
frontin' they better duck down
Don't get mad I grazed ya
You jumped in that four-door

Quick, I couldn't get a good hit, shit I was aimin' for the
But the kick of my three-pound there's no tellin'
Drink a Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four
Live in action, raw

And you don't stop and you don't
You keep on to my man and Thai
Like I said the whole OGB is in full effect
Most definitely, sent a shout on to the Born Allah
Yeah, bum ass nigga from Avenue Q