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

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

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

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

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 brother from Fulton Street
To drop a rhyme to a funky

MC's 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 near

Niggaz wanna know how I live the 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 ever since thirteen
Used to clothes, was considered a thief
Until I started on Fulton Street

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

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

And I love ya 'cause a sweet bitch
A crazy crab, you might make my itch
I flow looser than Luther, 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 say? mackin' word is bond
There's no other assumption, I got it on
I'm not conceited, my friends tell me
my mother be noddin' her head to this

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

Round two, the rhyme here 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 that the was eternal

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

And I'm floatin' to your punk of town
Anybody frontin' better duck down
get mad 'cause I grazed ya
You in that four-door Blazer

Quick, I get a good hit, shit I was aimin' for the melon
But the kick of my three-pound auto no tellin'
Drink a little Hennessy, a blunt or two or three or four
Live in action, raw

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