It's Big Fris and I'm at it I was raised in the so I act savage Make you disappear no magic I smoke cess will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic No round of applause but there's clapping Man see the size of this skeng and start Enough of these idiots, need to down and stop chatting Nobody over here spits like you? Cuzzy stop I ain't got nothin but shots for crack addict If you been shuttin for and still can't buy a whip fam you need to stop trapping And I know man are pissed the way we came in the and took everything over But I'm happy now when I was young I said "I really wanna spit when I'm older" You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard like On the road to success, me Flatten in my way steamroller Keep telling them over and over, so many bars in my Armani fragrance with a little high grade yeah that's my odor I'm stubborn, ignorant I waiting I ain't got patience Good manners, you can me home to Mumsy Yeah my persona When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in ear like a Motorola And if you pay then I won't spray I'm after the cream no Straight to your neck like a Sicker way off the 'Nuff of emcees don't get the picture Boy Betta Know be a household We be known to you to your Mom, Dad, and Uncle Stepbrother, Godmother, and Sister No dilly no dally I'm straight to the point like a glass of with no mixer That means I ain't beating the bush unless it's Chantel's Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a man's jails Last year went saw mad shells Mad skengs big straps hand-helds I set the well test if you want come try your luck We ain't gonna be nice when I see the thug Gimme a beat and I'ma light it up Wild it up Go get your C.V. type it up I've a long way since running the streets with & Dean, Sammy & P I'm about in my ends cheek You ain't alive in your I stand and shout loud from my ends I do properly of hating, fam, you should honor me Back 2 Da Lab check out my I'm on the to success come follow me You I, you know I do this properly Gimme more paper, I wanna land in Jamaica I been ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and from way back then Cause I'm but nothing like Coolio Nowadays man roll a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio got to be top 3 selected, these dickheads ain't erected, they're not tried to front but they got parred Ain't got to be I aim from far Don't cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through cars I through like "Yo, wagwan?" You hype up? I'll draw man's card And I'm again Big Frisco on a track No I'm not with beats, I'm nippy with Ps Plus I'm picky with And them man are slow I'm lapping I don't hate haters I thanks to them A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, catching them I'm up, still cashing in Man I'll smash him in Frisco's no catching him, runaway flows no matching him I'm on point cause I what success can bring Niggas hate Frisco's it in So I on my Ps and Qs Cause not about next man getting my bling that