"They me Superman..."
"They call me Superman..." "Big Shaq, you at?" "They call me Superman..." "Big Shaq, you at?"
O'Neal] You stop it or block it when I drop it I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic Ain't fit to step in Shaq's arena I look inside your and I seen your shook demeanor in your eyes, why are you No matter how you try, not fly as The new edition, is the end of your last night? in the daytime, you couldn't see me with a I crash flights on sights of my I'm comin through and I bomb your whole vicinity Why the act of fakin jacks, you're not a of me I peeped your card, you're not as hard as you to be Who wanna spark it with the Macadamia, hair to the cranium You the name, Shaq aim to maintain Money on the brain, stop the reign
"Big Shaq you at?"
B.I.G.] What? Uhh, Uhh, uhh, Uhh Ninety-seven lawn? What, what, uhh
I creep with killers without million dollar figures Blessing *niggaz* in Ac and vigors lizards, cream coogi's, I do my duty As as they fly as me, get high as me Success in my circle, try to it, I hurt you Ain't no gettin out that, I that We want exotic, erotic ladies Not them toxic ladies burn a lot I a lot, from junkies to ruffians From bein tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was Listen, had to my position From to be large to head *nigga* in charge My garage, call it celo -- fours, fives, and by the mixes, if it ain't broke, don't fix it Smoked out with Leo, Biggie Size like a sumo, White numero uno
"Big where ya at?"
O'Neal] 7-0, ha, towerin Invincible, individual Who wanna it, foreign or domestic No matter where you from, I'm not the one you mess wit Origin-al style, livin lavish Private jets to let my shorty shop in I'm not the average, I'm far from the long hittin em strong, keepin you warm
B.I.G.] A lime to a lemon, my women bringin in ten G to condos with elevators in em with televisions in em Watch they entourage turn yours to just Disappearing acts, strictly and macs be serial, Copperfield material My dreams is vivid, work hard to it Any place I visit, I got there How can players stand there and say I like them, hello wigs back and push six Coupes that's yellow Plus clips that expand from to elbow up your Day's Inn, any 'telle you in Crack braggin sick of braggin how my be draggin Desert street sweeper inside the beamer wagon I on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die Put that on my bezel, you're messin with the devil WHAT!!