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

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 how we flow and I'ma drop it like this y'all

Oh, what a feeling drivin' in my by four
Girlies galore, BIG on the
Chrome trimming with the smoke
chumps a hit as I count my mint

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

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

Who's coming Y'all know who

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

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

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

Yes, me, the BIG
ripper ever since thirteen
Used to steal clothes, was considered a
Until I started on Fulton Street

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

BIG burner, that's unheard of
I stay close to mine Tina on Turner
to smother, a punk motherfucker
Undercover word to mother, I'm ya

And I love ya 'cause a sweet bitch
A crazy crab, you might make my dick
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 got to say? This mackin' word is bond
no other assumption, I got it goin' on
I'm not conceited, my friends me this
Even my mother be noddin' her head to

Makes her proud to see her one son get
on a sucker and bow to the crowd
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or or four
in action, guaranteed raw

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

Internal injury, that's what soon to see
BIG keep
Sometimes in my waist if they come
Run upstairs, change my and my coat

And I'm floatin' to your punk of town
Anybody frontin' 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 there's no
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or
Live in action, raw

And you don't and you don't stop
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 freestyle Allah
Yeah, that bum ass nigga from Q