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

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

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

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

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

Who's coming through? Y'all who

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

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

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

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

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

BIG without burner, unheard of
I stay close to mine Tina on Turner
Quick to smother, a motherfucker
Undercover to mother, I'm above ya

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

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

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

Round two, the rhyme regulator here to 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

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

And I'm to your punk part of town
Anybody frontin' they better duck
Don't get mad 'cause I ya
You in that four-door Blazer

Quick, I get a good hit, shit I was aimin' for the melon
But the of my three-pound auto 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 stop
You keep on to my man Milk and
Like I said the whole OGB is in full effect
Most definitely, sent a shout on to the Born Allah
Yeah, that bum ass nigga from Q