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

Yeah, yeah, shout out to my man
MC and DJ Fatal
Twin one and two, my man
My man Dawg, the OGB crew
Y'all know how we flow and drop it like this y'all

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

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

to D or maybe movin' solo
Never a skeezer by my side, that's a no, no
Tell me I ain't the flyest that you ever saw
in action, guaranteed raw

Who's coming Y'all know who

Brooklyn where this rapper was originated
Your rhymes shit, they must be constipated
Many awaited, the brother from Fulton Street
To drop a to a funky beat

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

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

Yes, me, the BIG
Competition ever since thirteen
to steal clothes, was considered a thief
Until I started hustlin' on Fulton

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

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

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

So what 'cha got to This mackin' word is bond
no other 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
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or
Live in action, raw

Round two, the rhyme regulator to roast ya
As ya this, yeah I gave a toast to ya crew
See, they popped on ya a kernel
You didn't realize the beef was eternal

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

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

Quick, I couldn't get a good hit, I was aimin' for the melon
But the kick of my three-pound auto no tellin'
a little 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
definitely, sent a shout on to the freestyle Born Allah
Yeah, that bum ass nigga Avenue Q