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

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

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

Stacks of doves, 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

Pass to D or movin' solo
Never with a skeezer by my side, a no, no
Tell me I ain't the flyest that you ever saw
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Who's through? Y'all know who

Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where rapper was originated
Your rhymes shit, they must be constipated
Many awaited, the heavyset from Fulton Street
To drop a rhyme to a funky

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

Niggaz wanna know how I live the mack
Makin' money, mics like crack pipes
Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my 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 hustlin' on Fulton Street

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

BIG without burner, unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on
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 make my dick
I flow looser than Luther, ya get used to
BIG is a born trooper like ice cream I ya
My music you wanna get loose to, pimp and I'm not a booster

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

Makes her to see her one son get loud
on a sucker and bow to the crowd
Drink a Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four
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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 that the beef was eternal

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

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

Quick, I couldn't get a hit, shit I was aimin' for the melon
But the kick of my three-pound auto no tellin'
Drink a Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four
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And you stop 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 on to the freestyle Born Allah
Yeah, that bum ass nigga from Q