My People Lyrics – Big Tymers

[Hook]
To all my peoples, to all my peoples
To all my peoples, yeeeaaahhh
Together we stand and divided we fall
If niggas get together then we all can ball
Live as one in the project and bump the sound
And eat chicken til the motherfuckin sun come down
We be lickin to the motherfuckin sun go down
Keep stickin to the motherfuckin sun go down
Get dough, and never go down
Never go down, never go down

[Baby (First line overlaps hook)]
Look look look
I say niggas stroke crosses to knock these bosses
We can ball together make money take loses
You know the game you gotta pay these cost-es
You win some lose some nigga regardless
Hang on the corner sell crack with straps
Or we can go to the club like pimps and macks
Or we can unite for stripes or just say fuck it
You get down bad bust raps for life
It don't matter to me daddy, you do what you do
I'd 'ave took pennitentary ?transit? to get this fool
See Im'a flip this money take it to the mall
And open up something and get more money
Like the beauty shop, keeps macs when Im thuggin
Hanging on the block watching for undercovers
Clean a little money, then clean a little money
The rap game ain't for everybody but try something

[Hook 2x]

[Mannie Fresh (First line overlaps hook)]
See see see, check it out
My people need to get it right
We can either get together or we can straight up fight
We can shake hands or we can go to the gun
Divided we fall or we can live as one
You can fuck wit' it or you can leave it alone
And if you don't want piece bring ya jive ass home
And I heard the fake shit that you said in ya song
And I still love the nigga eventhough he was wrong
See, XXL will let you have the cover
If you say some fake shit about ya brother
Thats a petty-ass, spagetti-ass, fake-ass niggas
You don't know whats going on snake-ass niggas
But I'm.. not.. stoppin for y'all
Four 15's keep it knockin for y'all
If that don't work then nigga move on
Get the fuck good luck and I'm glad that you gone

[Hook]

Go down, go down, go down

"I Got That Work" (2000)

Get Your Roll On Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. J)

Ooooohhhhh, what, what, what
Ooooohhhhh, yeah

[Verse 1 (Manny Fresh)]
I..fuck..these...hoes
Af-ter...our shows
Big dicks... we slang
Freak bitch... do ya thang (do yo thang)
Benz, Vettes, Hummers, Jets
Ro-lex... mo' sex
Television... head rest
Twenty inches... nothin less
Every-day..... iced..... out
Nigga play....lights out
M... period... Fresh, comma
Yo wife is my......baby mama
God.......damn mother-fucker
She's a...good dick sucker
What...the....fuck hold on
Everybody (Scribbles) get yo' roll on

[(Chorus) 4x]
Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin roll on
What

[Verse 2 (Baby)]
Be-atrice...bitch please
You....know....who I.....be
Nothin else.....none other
The...number one...stunner
Nigga...I pimp hoes
Boss...toss...flip hoes
Show them....bitches no...love
Ridin 2G 'llac on......dubs
Ounces....quarters....halves...bricks
Nigga I done sold all that shit
soon as....my, tour stop
Bought five Bentley Azures...props
TV's must...buttons must....
CMB...platinum plus
What the.....fuck...hold on
(Scribbles)
Everybody get yo' motherfuckin roll on

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Manny and Baby together)]
I...like...loud pipes
Big..rims....mo ice
V-twelves...or better
No...itch....strictly leather
Playstation....DVD's
Don't worry about yo bitch
She comin wit' me
Leavin stickers on the Bentley
To show the price
Arm out the windows
Just to floss my ice
Fresh....wait hold up
Thats that bitch....we fucked
Nigga.....what yo bank bout
Dog i've been....lost count
Pop that Crist'.. pop that Mo'
Slap that bitch...punch that hoe
What the fuck....hold on
Everybody get yo motherfuckin roll on

[Chorus]

Nigga Couldn't Know Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Lil' Wayne]
Big Tymers, nigga (Big Tymers, nigga)
I got that work, nigga (I got that work, nigga)
Look, look, listen:

This is where them niggas die fast
Sell bricks and buy bags
They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash
If you try to pass - take my advice: drive fast
'Cause, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast
You wonder why the cops keep circlin'
Niggas murderin'
I ain't never saw 'em before
Tonight we twurkin' 'em
Niggas wearin' masks like glasses
Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics
Pants to my knees 'cause the glock make it slouch
I can't talk right now - I got three rocks in my mouth
And, wodie, when we enter-- niggas freeze up like it's winter
And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner
Seventeen representer - you don't like it, do somethin'
And I'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin'
And we like to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents

[Hook - 2x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)]
[Wayne] Nigga, we done moved more coke
[Baby] than a nigga could know
[Wayne] More money, more cars
[Baby] than a nigga could show
[Wayne] And more ice - cheap price
[Baby] than a nigga could score
[Wayne] And hit blocks with glocks
Make 'em get on the floor

[Baby]
Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats
Project bitches that tote gats
Niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back
Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways
While other niggas playin' ball - made a court in the driveway
Things ain't the same where I use to play
It's guns and broads
New cars, neighborhood superstars
And hoes smokin' cigars
Lil' ones sittin' on the car
Watchin' the bus hollerin',
"Them people comin!" when that blue car pull up
I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners
I got that work - got youngsters on all four corners
You got the quarters, and you got them halves
I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs
Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick
And if you don't know that, nigga - tax the bitch

[Hook - 2x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)]
[Wayne] Nigga, we done moved more coke
[Baby] than a nigga could know
[Wayne] More money, more cars
[Baby] than a nigga could show
[Wayne] And more ice - cheap price
[Baby] than a nigga could score
[Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks
Make 'em get on the floor
[Baby] For sure, wodie

[Mannie Fresh]
It's the return of the click-clackin'
Downtown pistol packin'
Y'all remember me from back in the '89 era
When killers use to wear mascara
And run through the court causin' terror
Random riot gunshots
Government-issued glocks
That's bakin' soda added with that odor - now you got clatch pots
Niggas went from (?) to frozen cups
To catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts
Shorty, I been on missions
Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions
Stickin' guns in bustas' backs
Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs
But that was back in the days
See, niggas done changed they ways
Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades
Now it's a must that niggas bust back when they get cussed at
Or fussed at
Nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas can trust that

[Hook - 4x (Lil' Wayne + Baby)]
[Wayne] Nigga, we done sold more coke
[Baby] than a nigga could know
[Wayne] More money, more cars
[Baby] than a nigga could show
[Wayne] More ice - cheap price
[Baby] than a nigga could score
[Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks
Make 'em get on the floor
[Baby] For sure, lil' one

[Wayne] What!

[Baby {talking}]
Y'all got to understand
We got this shit on lock, wodie
If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to
I understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's
Whatever it take, lil' daddy
And it don't matter
If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines
If you get caught up, you better believe it..
that that iron gon' get your mind right, dog
We hustlin' for sure, fa
Bling-blingin' without a doubt
Like new cars, and pretty broads
And neighborhood superstars
Money
Bitches
Rags to riches

#1 Stunna Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Lil' Wayne, Juvenile)

[Baby]
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that!

You know me - I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin' - just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot
Stay bumpin', ya bitch
B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk - drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad - don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubble - you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces, and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches, and the platinum rings (platinum rings)
Last shit ain't changed
Still doin' my thing
Still do it for the block - nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me)
Big Tymer representin', nigga - the U.P.T.

[Hook (Baby + Lil' Wayne)]
[Baby] I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
[Wayne] Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers - showin' off for my people
[Baby] I'm the # 1 stunna!
[Wayne] Wh-what, wh-what, what?
[Baby] The # 1 stunna!
[Wayne] Wh-what, wh-what, what?

[Baby] James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, MacGyver
[Wayne] Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and Prowlers
[Baby] I'm the # 1 stunna!
[Wayne] Wh-what, wh-what, what?
[Baby] The # 1 stunna!
[Wayne] Wh-what, wh-what, what?

[Baby]
I put dubs on cars - when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch - ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga - cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up
Diamonds on my hoes' feet - when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth - when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef - when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps - when it's dark, we spark
Just bought a new car, and I spent about a million
The motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)

[Lil' Wayne]
I be hittin' they daughters

[Baby]
I like my dick sucked fast

[Lil' Wayne]
I like to play with them rookies

[Baby]
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the number-one stunna - you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

[Hook (Baby + Lil' Wayne)]

[Juvenile]
Baby, pop the Cryst-al, and shine the jew-els
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty-inch L's

[Lil' Wayne]
Boss B.,
Slow down in the Jag, you lost me

[Baby]
[tires squeal]
Slow down, Wayne - you know that's all on me

[Lil' Wayne]
But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on - you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be

[Juvenile]
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed,
give me the G's, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happenin'
To me, these niggas laggin'

[Lil' Wayne]
What's up, Boss B.
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
Juvenile (Juvenile)

[Juvenile]
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh

[Lil' Wayne]
But wait,
My nigga, Baby - he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby - he get his shine on

[Hook2x (Baby + Lil' Wayne)]

[Baby {talking}]
Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet
could fuck with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire
that my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs
That Lexus - the new one - that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Yu- the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
look like it got frog eyes
That bitch on dubs
And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought for our bitches
We got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentley's on dubs
I'm tryin' to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?
Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga (at all, playboy)
We the number-one stunnas, nigga (Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattlin stripes, with that kit
Ya understand?
We ain't playin'
TV's in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)

No, No Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Fresh] Yo
[Wayne] N-no, n-no
[Fresh] Yo
[Wayne] N-no, n-no
[Fresh] This is for the riders
This is-
This is, for the riders

[Fresh] If the bitch that you with give fucked-up head
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you ask for the pussy, and she always in the red
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If your P.O. make you try to pee in a cup
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga try to stick a big dick in your butt
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Baby] If a nigga throwin' up, and he ain't full of that puff
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga runnin' up, and he ain't got his guns up
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga sellin' crack, and ain't packin' a gat
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga ain't fuckin' his bitch from the back
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Fresh] If a nigga break in your shit, and steal your cash
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you unlock your door and find he hittin' that ass
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If your boyfriend fuck around with another bitch
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] On top of that the nigga burnt ya and gave ya the itch
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No he didn't

[Baby] If a cat got a 'llac without Vogues to match
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga score some ki's, and the bullshit wack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If my nigga hit the ball with 10G's in stacks
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If my nigga bought a car, and can't even rap
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Fresh] If a nigga come around tryin' to lay you down
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga not, and he say he from uptown
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a cat try to make you snort a little bit of brown
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga ridin' natural, and ain't got no sound
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]

[Baby] If a glock with the gauge cut these niggas tryin' to jack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] I'm a three-time loser, and I'm totin' a gat
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] Can't rap, game spit - nigga, understand that
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] I fucked this nigga's bitch, and went to his house and: smack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Fresh] If a nigga tryin' to come on your set and run shop
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you're tellin' me you got a go, and a nigga say not
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If his bitch-ass think he won't get popped
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you don't want trouble, nigga, get off the block
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Hook2x (Lil' Wayne)]
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
Uh-no he didn't

[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah

[talking]
[Mannie Fresh]
See what I'm sayin'

[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-no, no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] Like this
[Lil' Wayne] What
[Mannie Fresh] Goin' into the 2G
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh- [laughs]

[Mannie Fresh]
See what I'm sayin'
See what I'm sayin'

[Lil' Wayne]
Big Tymers
Lil' Wheezy pull up
They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't, nigga!

[Mannie Fresh]
Now, see
That's that nerve
When you find out that ain't your kid
You be like no, n-no, n-n-no, aahw shit!
Now, for these broads out here
Think niggas gon' be buyin' 'em meals
See what I'm sayin'
Give 'em wheels
Hookin' them hoes up with deals
It's like no, n-no, n-n-no I ain't!
See what I'm sayin'
If I could, I would
I can't, so I ain't
See what I'm sayin'
Didn't say anything about it
You hoes gon' have to do without it
It's like that in the 2G
I'm all about my motherfuckin' self
Self, I'm all about you
For the 2000 self, I'm all about you
It's all about me, myself, and I
Fuck a hoe (fuck a hoe)
Fuck a hoe (fuck a hoe)
(Fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe)
Ride on there [echoes 8x and fades]

We Ain't Stoppin' Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Hot Boys)

[Lil' Wayne]
Whoa, whoa
The Big Tymers nigga, who, who
Big Tymers nigga, huh, get it right

[Juvenile]
Bentley interior I lay back on it,
everytime a nigga see me it's a Kodak moment
Now I ain't the one to brag (nope)
But I bought myself a hummer, my brother a Jag (for sho)
I'm taking all the ho's and I'm making you mad (yep)
You violate my household, I'm busting your ass
Is you listening, do you see my ice when it's glistening
Cause if you wit that balla blocking niggas come up missing then

[Lil' Wayne]
I need a bin life, to get right, up in my new Prowler
And put her lips tight on this pipe and suck out the problem
Need a Rolex wit princess cuts all at the bottom
Need a kit wit twenty inches on the car that I'm driving
Went from dimes to quakes, to money like Bill Gates
Doing a hundred on interstates, and Hummers on 38's
We are C.M.B. my nigga
Fresh, Baby, Hotboys and Weezy Wee my nigga

[Chorus: B.G.]
Where ever it's popping, we stopping
But if it ain't hot then, we not then
Where ever it's twerking, we working
She got to be slurping, for certain

[Turk]
Project and hoodrat bitch is who I like
A bitch that's about riding, who going on flight

[Mannie Fresh]
I met this bitch in Cabriny Green, a nasty ho
Like that dick from the back and you can "ugh" in her throat

[Turk]
A bitch that's about hustling and smuggling work
Head busting and thugging, just like Turk

[Mannie Fresh]
A wild bitch off Gray street, doing her thing
Big ass, big tits she love eat ding-a-ling

[Turk]
I need a black hoe
One wit the braids in her head
Working wit some ass
And can give good head

[Mannie Fresh]
Can't forget about this bitch up in Philly and Richie Allen
A freak nasty bitch, that's always swallow

[Turk]
Sticking to tha G code, Ree's and Girbaud's
Got hands and bout strapping, quick to beat a ho

[Mannie Fresh]
Oops, almost forgot about Tasha up in the Watts
A hotgirl for sho, that stay dropping it like it's hot

Chorus: [B.G.]
Where ever it's popping, we stopping
But if it ain't hot then, we not then
Where ever it's twerking, we working
She got to be slurping, that's for certain

[Baby]
Bitch, I'ma be stunting until the day I go (what)
Bentley's and Hummers and drop Diablo's (what)
Running wit nigga's that don't love no ho's (what)
Platinum grill cause bitch I'm done wit gold

[Lil' Wayne]
Hey
Now you know it's lil Weezy off the heezy believe me whoa
Hot like pepper, sliding out the compressor slow
Me and your wife slut, don't slam my door
Cut on the lights, look how the dam watch glow

[Baby]
Hold up, Wayne (what)
You know what, Wayne (whoa)
I'ma get in this bitch and do donuts, man

[Lil' Wayne]
Now wait, Bubba
You gonna make me go buy a grape Hummer
And make me put my name in diamonds on the license plate cousin

[Baby]
Now peep me slick
I got a hoe out the project
That eat the dick, she a freaky bitch

[Lil' Wayne]
Nigga you know it's Iceberg boy straight off the block
Wit the number one stunner and we blazing hot

[Chorus: B.G.]
Where ever it's popping, we stopping
But if it ain't hot then, we not then
Where ever it's twerking, we working
She got to be slurping, that's for certain

Where ever it's popping, we stopping
But if it ain't hot then, we not then
Where ever it's twerking, we working
She got to be slurping, that's for certain

My Life Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Hot Boys)

[Mannie]
I done teached and talked
Walked away and fought
Went from cussin and bustin
Hustle from day to dark
Turned nothin to somethin
Introduced to stunnin
In my life In my life
I done caused some hurt
And I done did some good
Said I can't even when I could
I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested
In my life In my life
Just say no when I really meant yes
I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest
Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers
In yo life In yo life
What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew
I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please
Separate good from fake and the love and the hate
In my life In my life

[B.G.]
I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin
B.G. lived that thug life
I done done it all in my life
I done done time
I done lived in group homes
I been on the third floor of hospitals
I mean it's just been a stuggle for me
But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin
And it ain't to turnin back
And I take chances in whatever I do
Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all

[Mannie]
The night in the Rover
When the niggas came over
You went out like a soldier
And I still can't get over
What fake bitches done done
Got me clutchin my gun
In this life In this life
I used to wonder why
All the good niggas die
Why some soldier gotta suffer
And mothers gotta cry
Why my daddie gotta lie
Cuz he don't even try to be
In my life In my life
Take care of your crib
Where you lay down and live
Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit
Had yo daughter and yo son
Been down since day one
In yo life In yo life
What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song
Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone
Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit
In this life In this life

[Juvenile]
Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up
I'm from the projects so you know I just realized
What it means to be successful
Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit
And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me
And I came to them as a real nigga
And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man

[Baby]
I had pounds of coke
I had money to blow
I had a felony charge
I had to fight in the court
I had warrant reports
Shot up cars before
In my life My life
I got kids to feed
I got niggas to watch
I need a hundred mil
I need to get off the block
Wear soldier Rees
In the gamblin spot
In my life My life
I could cook it and cut it
I could bag it and move it
I could toat in the budget
Got money to prove it
I done flood the public
Hope Beatrice'll do it
In my life My life
Now my name is Baby
But the call me Bubba
Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her
Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber
In my life My life
Let me stunt and shine
Let me bling and floss
Let me ride without the law always searchin my car
I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play
In my life My life
Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit
Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit
You just don't know what I go through
In my life My life
I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets
Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests
Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers
In my life My life
I got cars and broads with money to make
I got that brown wall and that white gate
Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold
In my life My life

[Turk]
Beautiful Baby what's happenin
This Lil Turk you heard me
One of the Original Hot Boys
I done did it all you heard me
From runnin through cuts and hallways
Runnin through projects bustin heads
Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk
Young and Thuggin you heard me
I know you gonna let me do what I do
Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me
We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life
you heard me
Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin
bottles and fuckin hoes
You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh

Sunday Night Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Baby {talking}]
Believe it, playboy
You know we the # 1 stunnas
How you diggin' that, nigga
Look, look-

[Baby {verse 1}]
Went to Miami - bought a Lam', and sure 'nough
My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags
If it ain't a V-8, that shit ain't fast
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
Mercedes trucks
Lexus trucks
Cadillac trucks
All the best for your buck
Six TV's with DVD's
Twenty-G's worth of sound so a nigga can hear me
We shine and floss
We pay the boss
Ten-G's a night - we buyin' the ball
But one thing, nigga: things ain't changed
Find me at a second line doin' my thing
I'm rockin' ice
I pocket pipe
Corner pocket goin' down - we gon' be there tonight
It's wall-to-wall
Killers and dogs
Niggas actin' crazy - they ready to ball
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
Shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
They shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line, we'll kill you quick
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line we'll kill you quick

[Hook - Baby + Mannie Fresh]
[Baby] Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
[Fresh] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop - nigga, keep it real

[Baby] Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
[Fresh] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don't stop - playa, keep it real

[Lil' Wayne]
Look,
Now who Whee?
The nigga ridin' top-down in the two-seat
You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak
You know it's Lil' Wheezy goin' off
Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off
I will buy Bentley - body real wide
Sixteen with no license - still drive
That's a wild fella
Watch your wife - I'll sell her
I'm up in the 2000 Kompressor - loud yellow
Dubs on skinnies - yeah, killin' ya
Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder
Niggas ridin' big body Benz - stop it
I'll pull up next to 'em in a Lam' - top this
I know they be like, "Man, them boys got to stay home."
Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons
Open up the back - sound got they damn head achin'
Me - I'm in the back seat playin' a Playstation
What!

[Hook - Baby + Mannie Fresh]
[Baby] Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
[Fresh] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don't stop - playa, keep it real

[Baby] Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
[Fresh] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop - we gon' keep it real

[Mannie Fresh]
That remote - hand it here
Trucks with chandeliers
He don't have America Online up in here
Lay it down when I park it
Iceberg carpet
Standin' 'cross the street sayin', "Watch me start this."
Ascursion from thirty feet away
Lil' niggas go and say, "How the fuck he did that?"
"You heard where he live at?"
"Piranhas and iguanas - marble and glass."
"The bottom of his swimmin' pool said, 'KISS MY ASS'."
Niggas motherfuck it
I take the St. Bernard project and gut it
and make it into one big crib
And when you pass in separate ward, scream out,
"That's where Mannie Fresh live!"
Three-piece livin' room set in the back of the Caddy
Plus the alarm that say, "I love you, Daddy."
VCR - nigga, please - unhook it
Run the DVD when the satellite crooked
Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen
a big-screen in the back of the Navigator that's green?
Chromed-out amplifiers
Twenty-two inch tires
I don't want them - I want the fiber optic wires
I'm so hot I'm responsible for forest fires

[Baby]
What?

[Mannie Fresh]
How you love that

[Hook - Baby + Mannie Fresh]
[Baby] Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
[Fresh] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop - we gon' keep it real

[Baby] Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
[Fresh] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop - y'all keep it real

[Baby] Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
[Fresh] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop - let's keep it real

[Baby] Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
[Fresh] Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Man, shit don't stop - keep it real

[Mannie Fresh + Baby {talking}]
[Fresh]
Understand
We gon' keep this real
Goin' into 2001 on up to 3000
I'ma (?), I ain't goin' nowhere

[Baby]
For sure, Fresh
Without a doubt, playboy

[Fresh]
I meant that shit
Ball 'til you fall

[Baby]
Believe that, nigga

[Fresh]
They gon' clone my ass
It's gon' be
[B.] Huh?
about eight of me, you see what I'm sayin'

[Baby]
Without a doubt

[Fresh]
They can't get rid of me
Feel that shit
And I'm gone
You can't kiss me, but you can kiss my chain
[B.] Without-
You can kiss my watch
[B.] Lick the ice
You can kiss my belt
[B.] Lick the ice
You can kiss my shoes
But don't put your lips on me
[B.] Ice everywhere
It ain't like that

[Baby]
We gon' dip 'em platinum, playboy

[Fresh]
[blows kiss] Ahhh, good night

[Baby]
Dip one up
We gon' dip one up platinum
Right now
If y'all can see, you gon' see
nothin' but a brown-skin nigga
dip platinum
Grill platinum
Nothin' but ice
Nothin' but ice
Ice everywhere
Ten karats in my grill
And I keeps it real
How you love that nigga

10 Wayz Lyrics – Big Tymers

[Mannie Fresh {talking}]
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up

[Hook2x (children)]
Ten ways to a G
Three situations - pay attention to me

[Fresh]
Yeah, yeah
[children]
Ten!
[Fresh]
First, ya gotta go get the chips
Scope out the section, tell 'em, "Go get the bricks."
[children]
Nine!
[Fresh]
Then ya gotta find a place to meet
You better bring your heat 'cause them villains ain't sweet
[children]
Eight!
[Fresh]
Ya better let your chick drop to get 'em
And follow that broad to make sure them people not with 'em
[children]
Seven!
[Fresh]
Don't bring (?) around your house
Cause you don't want that heat pepper nowhere round your house
[children]
Six!
[Fresh]
See how it come back before you start
And if it come short bring back everything you bought
[children]
Five!
[Fresh]
Wait, if lil' daddy on the street
Cut the cake, hit the hood the next day about eight
[children]
Four!
[Fresh]
And if you can't move it all, call your dog
Jam him up, and tell him, "Fool, me and you about to ball."
[children]
Three!
[Fresh]
Split it up - four quarters-a-piece
And if y'all do that everyday, that's fifty-six-a-week
[children]
Two!
[Fresh]
When the money start comin', keep sellin'
Don't buy nothin' special unless you got good credit
[children]
One!
[Fresh]
Make sure you put some money aside
And in a month call the man and tell him, "Bring a extra five."

[Hook2x (children)]
Ten ways to a G
Two situations - pay attention to me

[children]
Ten!
[Fresh]
Gotta floss everyday of my life
Forget the price - get the ice, hit the club every night
[children]
Nine!
[Fresh]
Buy the ball, let 'em know you a star
When everybody come outside to see the dubs on your car
[children]
Eight!
[Fresh]
They gon' hate - so keep that tool
Scratch off and holler out the window, "Boy, I'm a fool!"
[children]
Seven!
[Fresh]
When ya meet, take a broad to plug
And make sure that chic was the baddest broad in the club
[children]
Six!
[Fresh]
Lay it down when you're comin' around - bumpin' the sound
Got the truck touchin' the ground
[children]
Five!
[Fresh]
2000 Range Rover, you see
Leather, wood, television all over it, B.
[children]
Four!
[Fresh]
Watch bracelet - wodie, shop daily
Everything them wannabe's got, I played it
[children]
Three!
[Fresh]
Two dice on the block - keep it real
Bet the house that's about two-point-five-mill
[children]
Two!
[Fresh]
Keep cheddar - what you got, I can match it
Ride everything chrome, rock everything platinum
[children]
One!
[Fresh]
Keep shinin' 'til it burn me out
But never ever let the money, baby, turn me out

[Hook2x (children)]
Ten ways to a G
One situation - pay attention to me

[children]
Ten!
[Fresh]
Tell a broad, "Everything for free.
You can shop 'til you drop, shorty, all on me."
[children]
Nine!
[Fresh]
Number ten ain't nothin' but a lie
Don't buy the broad nothin', and I'm 'bout to tell you why
[children]
Eight!
[Fresh]
Sell the skank a dream bigger than life
And she gon' stick around for the shoppin' spree, alright
[children]
Seven!
[Fresh]
Tell your broad you know me, and we jam tight
And you like what I like, and you gon' be alright tonight
[children]
Six!
[Fresh]
Nine times outta ten I went out with the broad you with
But that shouldn't stop you from doin' what you do, slick
[children]
Five!
[Fresh]
Then turn to her - tell her you love her, and don't laugh
And if I had a penny, baby, then you got half
[children]
Four!
[Fresh]
What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yurn
And you got it right now -
and that'll leave a-thousand dollars to my tax return
[children]
Three!
[Fresh]
At this point, if you love me,
you'll make my fantasies come true
And if she say, "What it is?" -
To sleep with your sister and you
[children] Two!
[Fresh]
Don't love these (?) - love yourself
And if you pay attention to this you'll have plenty of wealth
[children] One!
[Fresh]
I'm done, and I ain't got nothin' else to say
'Cause I can't think of nothin' to rhyme with this shh..
y'all have a nice day

[children]
Ten ways to a G
[Mannie Fresh] Good night, everybody
[children]
Ten ways to a G
[Mannie Fresh] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[children]
Ten ways to a G

[Mannie Fresh]
What?
What?
Now looky here

[children]
Ten ways to a G

[Mannie Fresh {talking}]
I gave you three situations
And ten ways to deal with it
You see what I'm sayin'
If you apply that to your everyday-life
whether you slingin', you dig
Ballin'
Or playin' on broads
You, too, can be scraped
I said scraped - that's right - scraped
See what I'm sayin'
And these (?)
I mean, we gotta get together - marry yourself, man
'cause ain't nobody gon' care 'bout yourself but yourself
Know what I'm sayin'
Go marry yourself, go on a honeymoon - treat yourself
I mean, 'cause can't nobody cheat on theyself
You gon' be with yourself, but you can't cheat on yourself
You know what I'm sayin'
Man, that's ballerrific
Stuntastic
And I like to say one more time: good night
Mmm-hmm
And tell myself, "Self, I am so enfatuated with you."

[self]
Hey, thank you
I'm enfatuated with you, too

[Mannie Fresh]
Good night, self

[self]
Good night
Good night, Mannie
I love you

Hard Life Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Lil' Wayne, Juvenile)

[Baby]
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin',
you'd better catch the sideline
Catch the sideline

Nigga, the block look the same - it's just crack and cocaine
Niggas losin' but we still maintainin'
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this white shit
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that shit
'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique
We multiply everyday for the bullshit
For the hood shit
Burned down buildin's ain't no good, slick
Niggas pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick
Then we dippin' and dabbin'
Goin' back to the labbin'
Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin'
Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin'
Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs
Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it

[Hook - 4x (Juvenile)]
It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas

[Lil' Wayne]
Look
Look
On the streets it ain't sweet
They be (?)
It's not a game, homeboy - this ain't the NFL
Him just (?) from rippin' with the mid-deck twelve
Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals
You get that, pal?
Once it's war, nigga, skip town
'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with fish, clown
Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quarters
If the drama happen to hit town, I'm 'nappin' your daughter
If the broad try to flip out, I'm cuttin' her water
If your boys try to help out, I'm killin' they fathers
When and wherever
What and however - you bring it good
I'll have your mom singin' "Hmmm hmm hmmm"
Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward ways
So I ride with K's to knock off the side of heads
But I'm tryin' to stay man, I'm tryin' to stay focused
What I'm tryin' to say we gon' bust it wide open!

[Hook - 4x (Juvenile)]

[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers
Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherfuckers
Hit it, quit it, fuck it, leave it, flee
No evidence at your residence - that's me
Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard
Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm surprised you lasted."
Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex
Weed, crack, heroin - what's next?
Feds, cops, killers politicians
Hookers, hoes, (?) all on missions
Crooks, mayors, presidents, and leaders
N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters
Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins
Scatter sites, knocked-out lights, projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life
I went through all that shit
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice

[Hook - 4x (Juvenile)]

[Juvenile]
I've been blessed
I thank the Lord everyday
for gettin' me from 'round these devils in these dark hallways
How the fuck you gonna help me when I don't care?
Niggas see me front it all - they just look and stare
And talk about how it should be and how it could be
Bentley in my basement - ain't nobody understood me
Take care of your people like you take care of your kids
'Cause money ain't shit when you don't know how to live
And niggas gon' pretend to be your friend when they ain't
You expect 'em to be there until the end, but they can't
Now, how many of you can say you're a real nigga?
Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya
You gon' know your nigga - he gon' be there, still with ya
Whether if it's talkin' or slingin' the steal with ya
Don't answer nobody questions
Gotta turn to the Lord with a confession

[Hook - 4x (Juvenile)]
It's a hard life we livin' - 'cause they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas

We Hustle Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. B.G., Juvenile, and Turk)

[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums
Stupid shit - we avoid it
Dope - we exploit it
Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it
Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight

[Hook - Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[B.G.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit
Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water
Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught

[Hook2x - Turk]
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga
Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga
Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga
But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac

[Hook - Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
What
Remember when shit was a easy task
Back in the days that passed
When bitches use to cut class
Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass
Now everything fucked up
Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck
Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck
Some say, "Play with your nose."
Some say, "Fuck them hoes."
Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."
I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."
Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater
Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us
Move us out and delete us
Erase us niggas from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
With a closed casket
'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me

Pimp On Lyrics – Big Tymers

[Chorus]
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players

[Baby]
For sure lil' one
Benz 600 on dubs my man
Playing TVs and DVs these niggas ain't playing
20 inch. change the paint I'll do that quick
Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick
Bought a brand new car
Steering wheel in the middle
With the passenger side on both sides my nigga
Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vet
Going to the MGM six to point nigga bet
Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth
Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out
Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out
Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out
I got a Rover with 8 size a Jag with 6
Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit
Got a cell-phone sattelite I love this shit
Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you bitch
Play boy

[Chorus]

[Mannie Fresh]
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F. nigga
Nothin less nigga
Running in a race with me
You gotta catch your breath nigga
I love sex nigga
Got a complex nigga
Got your head hurting, taking contracts nigga
Y'all doing good lil' one
I'm doing better
Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather
See hit her get her grab her man I get with her
Split her quit her jab her man in a shit her
Doing like it should be done
I'm the mack
Make it feel just like a gun
Up in your back
Tell the truth I know you know baby
I don't need em
Ask a bitch or ask a hoe just how I treat em
You handcuffing these broads
Bring them hoes up in for questioning
Captain save a broad find another profession
Like

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Ha bro
Catch me getting out my Rover
With ice all over
With a pair black Girbauds
And some fresh white Soldiers
I'm the #1 hoe bitch you know who I am
Got about a 150 worth a shit in my hand
Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van
With about a 150 nasty bitches my man
It's that hot boy Atrice no one do it harder
A block off the interstate
Doing donuts in my Ferrari

[Mannie Fresh]
Now why you over there looking at me?
Could I be the player that you trying to be?
I been pimping young stuns since 83
Ask your mamma and they mammas
Sonny they know me
#1 reppers, hot like pepper
Flossy type steppers, dog bitch check us
I heard you gone persue her
She telling the world you chew her
Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her

[Chorus]

Stuntastic Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. B.G.)

[B.G.]
What's happenin', nigga
B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga
Big Tymers, nigga
You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me

[Bling, -ling, -ling]
You know me and my clique stand out
It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out
Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around
I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house
Man, that ice the motherfucker
Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's
Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley
Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different
Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin'
My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down
Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around
You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown
Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down
Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain
But I advise you: don't come around without that thing
'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin'
But they know I'm a made nigga - I still be stuntastic

[Hook - 2x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

[Baby]
I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit
On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit
I be stun'n
Step in the club and buy the vault
I know them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw
It's just in me to be the nigga that I be
Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.
You know who I am
You know Cash Money my fam'
Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam'
Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham'
Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear
Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door
Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor
Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice
Shake it up
When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up
Like I said last time: I don't need no introduction
I'm the number-one when it come down to the stun'n

[Hook - 2x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

[Mannie Fresh]
Lil' one, I been paid
Two-thousand-ten escalade
Did I tell you how the seats made
Crocodile and mink suede
I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers
I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers
I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin'
And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin'
Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me
I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g
Shorty, you ain't heard the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos
I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues
My neck on another level
My life on another level
Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle
Bitch, please
My bank account Hercules

[B.G.]
It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma),
stop (stop), freeze (freeze)

[Mannie Fresh]
Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it
It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic

Hook - 3x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'

[B.G.]
Nigga,
We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me
Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy
You dig
Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers
To whatever you got - we got it and then some
Ya heard me
From princess cuts to baguettes
to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga
It don't stop, ya heard me
Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock
How you love that
Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga
And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga
Yeah slip up if you want
You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga
CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money

Rocky Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Juvenile)

[Baby]
Stay in line, bitch
Get your mind right
Let's go, playboy
Look:
I'll bat the piss out a bitch quick
[M.] Oh yeah, he'll do it!
I'll wilin' off that Ruby Red and Absolute
Catch me hoppin' out somethin' from 2002
Leave a scar on your hoe from the side of my shoe
Bitches gotten fucked up - I ain't never been cheap
All I know is bricks, money, pussy, and streets
Niggas hatin' 'cause my teeth lookin' like they piece
I done spent about a-hundred-fifty grand at least
Boy, don't make me smile 'cause I'll blind a bitch
Hoes shout when I pass - that's a Tymer, bitch
Don't pop up at the house, you might find your bitch
on my video tape - man, rewind that shit
And if my main hoe flip, she get one for that
If she takin' private trips, her lip hung for that
I don't love no hoe - after I fuck 'em, I don't know 'em
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, I'm Rocky Balboa

[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa

[Mannie Fresh]
Meet me at the cat cave, bitch, in a hour
And I'ma show your dog ass, yo, I got the power
to have you screamin', "No, no!"
Shove you in your go-go
I got my nut - I'm 'bout to get up and take a photo
Wait a minute, hold up, baby, slow it down
Touch your toes, toot your ass, now turn around
And admit you the shit - damn, I love you, girl
Yeah, I'm lyin', but I'm tryin' to fuck up your whole world
Got your picture suckin' dicks in a big black Chevy
What your name? That's a shame - I forgot already
I told 'em you got super-suction on your head
I told 'em you do bad-ass tricks in the bed
I told 'em you could flip and land dead on the dick
I told 'em they could do you next, freak, 'cause I quit
Catch you from behind
Bend your perfect spine
Baby got that pussy, but that ass is mine

[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad with you, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa

[Mannie Fresh]
Listen up, lil' nigga - I got a story to tell
'bout a bitch that I left down in ATL
Went to Miami, and I met a freak
She been workin' on me, slurpin' on me one whole week
Got a freak that I love down in Acetown
Can't remember how she look 'cause she keep her face down
One in L.A., two in New York
One in Chicago, stay in Hyde Park
Three from China
One in Carolina
Ten in my city
Six of 'em pretty
Lil' momma from Tennessee: drunk off Hennessy
I should've stuck her a long time ago, but she killin' me

[Baby]
I love this lifestyle 'cause I'm real with this shit
Been runnin' 'round uptown with the baddest bitches
Took a flight to Chicago to holler at my clique
Rollers, hustlers, and niggas who pimp bitches
My main man, Johnson, Big Man, and Shorty
I got to be here for my son and my daughter
Now five a ki if you're transportin'
My nigga hit a lick and bought a Range Rover
My hoe went to the beef, but I don't know why, wodie
The hoe know I got ki's, dope, and Dosier
Nothin' but guns
Bitch, I'ma show ya
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, I'm Rocky Balboa

[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad with you, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa

[Juvenile]
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa

Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa

Big Tymers Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. B.G., Lac)

[Baby]
For sure, lil' one
Off top, playboy
Look here
These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch

[B.G.]
Let me at 'em

[Baby]
Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga
Look, this block is mine
And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes
'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy)
I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand

[B.G.]
We don't even want you comin' 'round no more

[Baby]
Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut
We got this shit, wodie

[B.G.]
Gotta hustle

[verse 1]
[Baby + (B.G.)]
Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)
Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack
The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped
From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'
Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?)
callin the law, look-a-who'n and rattin'
I told the young nigga to learn to mack
Pop in a Too $hort tape

[B.G.]
"Born to Mack"

[Baby + (B.G.)]
We hard-headed head bustas
We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers
Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?)
My momma's dead (what)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)
Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)
With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
Bundles of dope and ounces and shit
We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?)
Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?)
(?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)
Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure)

[Hook2x (B.G.)]
Big Tymers - they g's, too
Them niggas'll creep, too
They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too
Big Tymers - they thug, too
Them niggas sell drugs, too
They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too

[Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)]
What?
Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?)
For me to say, "Fuck a bitch," in a tight-ass song (What?)
Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her)
Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up)
They wanna be with a nigga when your money come right (for real?)
When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?)
Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie
Triple-X rated (Huh?)
Joe Casey say, "The bitch ate it."
Our two D.J.'s say, "The bitch can't be faded."
Once again, it's on
The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?)
Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone
Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?)
Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga)
Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga)
I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him
Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim

[Hook (B.G.)]
Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
They don't brown-nose
They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes

Big Tymers don't trust hoes
Big Tymers don't love hoes
After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
Big Tymers - they toss hoes
Them niggas don't brown-nose
They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes

[Lac]
What, what, what,
We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and
necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and
twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars
Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars
Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors
Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors
Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though
We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes
The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted
Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered
Lil' Wheezy more platted
Baby more platted
Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks - they all gatted
My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy
Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it
(?) we move packages, (?) jack it
Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his jackin'
Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me:
A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat
And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat
Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til January

[Hook3x (B.G.)]
Big Tymers stunt very hard
Drive the finest cars
Big Tymers got that work
Got a Impala, and got it hard
Big Tymers - they live in lavish
Neck and the wrist is platted
Every kind of diamond that they got, them niggas have it

[B.G.]
For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga)
B.G. and the fam'
If you gotta be a B.T.
[B.] It's like bein' a H.B.
A H.B.
[B.] Ya understand
Ya understand
Ya undersmell that
Ya gotta go get it
Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah
Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah
You're blindin' me, yeah
[B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy
Lil' Wheezy
[B.] To then B.Geezy
To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy
How you love that
And it's all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga)
[B.] Get your mind right
Get your mind right
Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here)
Since '92, nigga
Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy)
[B.] Been stun'n
Been stun'n
[B.] Repped out like a motherfucker
Number-one stunna, nigga
[B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga
The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga
The Big Tymers

Snake Lyrics – Big Tymers

Wha Wha Wha

[Mannie Fresh]
You a one man bitch
Go ahead and make that switch
I got to love my shit
You hoes man got that itch
Move up too number two bitch
Suck a rich niggas dick
If you like it than lick it
If you love it dont quit
Yo I bet it tastes better
Let me splash on your sweater
You need a nigga that let a
Shed um out with the bezzele
I'm talkin the Sean Jean
Yo Teresa and Shirley
Say...all ya'll hoes come down
To the big dick party
Say...Lisa Slim
Little pretty ass Kim
Im hollerin at you you you
That bitch and them
I've been takin ginseng
Swing a big ding-a-ling
I've gotta medalian for my dick
Cause my dick bling bling
I heard you suck a beach ball
through a hose pipe
I heard you also eat nuts
till the early light
I heard you like to be tossed
flossed threw down and kicked
Well you fuckin with the right nigga
old couchie-ass bitch

[Chorus 2x (Mannie Fresh)]
I know you wish you could find a
Nigga with a dick like an Anaconda

I know you wish you could know a
Nigga with a dick like a big Cobra

I know you wish you could go home
To a nigga with a dick like a Python

I know you wish you could get a date
With a nigga with a dick like a Rattlesnake

[Baby]
I got this bitch in the back of my ride
I ask this hoe when she want my suprise
A big dick like a cucumber in the eye
You know that hoe still took that prize
I asked her had she been fucked inside of a Hummer
She say no...but I suck dick like a plummer
Draino swallowin everything I can fool
I like rockin ice and playin with these hoes
But sometimes these hoes will make punch um in they nose
Squirt um on they shirt cause she wouldnt swallow what I
Burst Curst the bitch out her teeth were in the way
Stupid bitch that bullshit hurts
I've been treatin' these hoes this way since the first
Slap on they ass
Hit um from the back where it hurts
Putting in work I done done my dirt
Im a dogg ass nigga
Never put these hoes first

[Chorus 2x]

[Mannie Fresh]
See I like these hoes
Like these hoes then I leave them
Then let some old bitch made ass nigga retrieve um
I could turn a dike bitch back straight
Then worry these hoes till they lose hair, money, and weight
Say there Daddy
I'm comin to a neighborhood look near you
Y'all niggas lock up ya'll bitches, bras, and boobs
Youngsters gonna suck my pickle till I'm old and wrinkled
I'm a go all till a a whole a ain't nothin' but a tinkle tinkle

[Baby]
Now some of these hoes like to be fucked in the ass
Some of these hoes wont let you touch they ass
Some of these hoes like to be fucked fast
Some of these hoes know they need to be treated bad
Some of these hoes need to be kicked in they ass
Some of these hoes been gettin they old man stash
Some I play bad
Fuck other nigga hoes fast
And if your bitch holler
I put that dick on they ass
9 times out of 10
She suck a dick when I blast
All because these hoes know I gotta gold and black Jag

[Chorus]

"How You Luv That Vol. 2" (1998)

layboy (Don't Hate Me) (Vol. 2 version) Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Bun B, Lil' Wayne)

[Lil Wayne]

I be comin with it
If spot Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
I'm on chrome 20 inches
You'd know who I be
Oh yes you'd know me
Hoes see millionaire that's h-o-t
Wodie slow down you might be ahead
To slip and tell all your broads we already
Coleon me a mobsta regular
And you can call me on my ce-elier (cellular)
(What) Celebrate and pop the Don-p (beep)
That's Re that drop the bomb beats (uh-uh)
Middle name's Rabbits
Stuntin' hard naw that's my daddy Rabbit
I got a rolley on my wrist with ten karats
And I'm a shine but I'm still about blastin' (huh)
Nigga lil shorty bout paper
Bedroom, second floor in a bater ??
I'm a superstar (star)
Money makin' pimp
Up in the double-R (R)
Just me and Slim
I'm gettin cheese by the bills stackin' cake boy
Cash Money how you love that playboy, playboy

[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]

Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
How you love that playboy

[Bun B]

We go lights, action, camera
We here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby mama lil Tamera
Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow
Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomarrow
Look at your sorrow
Heads gotta meet
Kids gotta eat
Why don't we make a mil (million)
Rhymin' in and out of beat
In mydazeep ??
Shit don't even look for it it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs
So stay off the ground cuz it's dangerous wodie
Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with us
wodie
It's a gang of us wodie
You see one everywhere you go
Ain't no thing with this wodie
You get it any ear for sure
We go to the bank
So much bitch we got a bedroom
What else count money and give a nigga head room
So when you hear the leg boom
Bitch you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere
But on the west start some shit somewhere

[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]

Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me

[Baby]

I got these niggas talkin' bout this black on black
hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker
I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn
Pictures of other niggas' old ladies suckin' my shit
While you be lovin' this stupid bitch
Now I guess since I been playin' with about 10 mil or 'sum
These bitches givin' me their pussy like it ain't nothin'
Goin' to the club with 10 G's
And the bar tab that's all on Baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drink for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand 1 thing
That shit all on Cash Money
Well here's another case of this hoe sprayin' mace in my face
Cause I wouldn't give this hoe no play
Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink
Cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus
and a penthouse that say "hoe hater"
With tattos with number 1 stunter
With billionaire on my left arm
And millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings homey
Nigga I ain't met a nigga that can drop a beat like
Fresh
And I ain't met a nigga tha can out shine me
See I got a clip that's called "pussy go-getters"
Now playboy these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money
niggas

[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]

Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me

[Mannie Fresh (talking)]
What's happenin' this the gator shoe man
Fresh and Vic a new man
Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that
I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that
See what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
This is a, this is a uhmm Cash Money/Big Tymers production
This got Baby, Big Bun see what I'm sayin'
And Lil Wayne, and me myself, The Beautiful one
It's beautiful baby, it's beautiful baby,
it's truly beautiful baby
Now what we playin this year
One Million, two million, maybe three million, maybe four
Y'all just got to you know, hang in there
and see what we gonna do this summer
What we gonna pull off, see what I'm sayin'
What we gonna buy
It's beautiful
I'm just gonna give you a hint you dig
We thinkin' about buyin' a city
I ain't gonna say what city
Just a city

Big Ballin' Lyrics – Big Tymers

[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us and front it the Navigator
Garage with the elevator
You not a hata
Then press second floor
So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show
Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin

[Baby]
News cars
Pretty broads
Neighborhood superstars
Going far
Goin' to the super bowl
In the hole
And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos
Yellow ice
With new heights
Hoes got my name right
Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight
Dirt digga
Hoe go-getta
Nigga outta line
Playboy I got ten on ya feet
Car shinna
Rim blinda
20 inch rida
Nigga and you can ride right beside me
Titty watcha
Hoe stoppa
VCR tape poppa
Neighborhood naked flick watcha
Border line Hen (hennesey) poppa
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick
And Ca$h Money Records gone run this nationwide shit
And playa you can believe that shit

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby

[Manny Fresh]
I see you jockin' Baby cuz he got a Mercedes
And ya know about his ladies
And all his babies

[Baby]
I know what they like
Them brand new bikes
So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike
I'ma shine till I die nigga
We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money ride or die nigga

[Manny Fresh]
Twenty inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control

[Baby]
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser

[Manny Fresh]
Its the project sticker man
Full of liquor man
Ridin' with cha bitch with the tymers playin'

[Baby]
Ballin everyday popin' Dom P bottles
Ball til ya fall is the Ca$h Money motto
Flashy cars
Pretty broads
The word uptown we bought these cars
For girls I bought
Pretty jewels
With new shoes
With tatoos
A Ca$h Money motto do what you gotta do

[Manny Fresh]
Fight who you gotta fight
Shoot who you gotta shoot
Boot who you gotta boot
Do what you gotta do

[Chorus]

[Manny Fresh]
Ten years ago a friend of mine
Brought me to uptown second line
Met meatball, nair, anglin mets
Want you do a D.J. in the jets
Bought two trigger mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street
Best believe next week I'ma be downtown
Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down
Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel
Put up the mic cuz I got a fuckin' story ta tell
Teresa

[Baby:]
Yous a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch
[Manny:]
I say lil Lisa
[Baby:]
You still a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch
[Manny:]
My nigga Baby ya wit me
[Baby:]
Fa sho
[Manny:]
Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope

[Baby]
Niggas livin for the Sunday
On the lake bakin cake watchin niggaz ridin round with they honey
(Drinkin Daquiri) Hoes packin, white folks actin
Givin tickets nigga for the jackin
Niggaz feudin, game losin
Lil' told me ta watch these hoes tryin to abuse me
Joe Casey, goin crazy
My homeboy told me to watch these motherfuckin feds
Chilly Chilly actin silly, but cha name killa
Told me he gon' kill him a nigga
Suga Slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to start this all night flight

Tear It Up Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. B.G., Lil Wayne)

[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my ??? is to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers

[Lil Wayne]

Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases
Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the Lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against me and my cash money brothers
Yeah I thought but nigga know that I'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...Don't say that
I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' Shipa (???)
Hot Boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My nigga Fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two
(Ha Ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my niggas who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where I'm found
*inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your
neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What

[Mannie Fresh]

Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up
Then knock a bitch out again
Y'all pick the bitch up
I ask a bitch like Mia
How the fuck you gonna see a
Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (MMMM)
What's the difference between me and your pipes
Please, 20 G's you dick suckin' morphodites
I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you gonna kill this
These bitches love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist

[Lil Wayne]

Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us (huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come to (what)
Tear this mother up (huh)

How U Luv That (Vol. 2 version) Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Juvenile)

[Juvenile:]
Aw, man
Man I sho' need this one here man
It's gon' be so huge
I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me

[Manny Fresh:]
Now, who the fuck got cars for days
Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades
Me and the Misses, drivin' Expeditions
The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses
Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches
I don' done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300
Anything else around me playboy I run it
Bought the black Yukon in Houston, a microwave, a fouton
She not white, uh uh, she cuban
Karats on my fingers
Fuckin' R&B Singers
1998 Lexus, Dick slangers
Nuts Hangers, from South Americon
Don Peringion
Me a peasant, move on
Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga How You Luv That

[Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]
How You Luv That
20 Cars on chrome
Nigga, How You Luv That
20 show in the dome
Nigga, How You Luv That
20 Hot Girls to bone
Nigga, How You Luv That
Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones

[Baby:]
Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
When nigga used to play curls now they playin' braids
And in my crib I got a elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
With alligator pillow cases in my bed
I got a screen TV so big
Playboy I had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds
I say fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead
Cause I'm gon' ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall
And Playboy you could tell me How You Luv That
I bought my son a Rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months
And a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son
So peeps this, nigga a got I million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can
you compete wit' this, that's beautiful
These six tires with that Range Rover
Ear rings costin' 15 G's, wit' TV's
Nigga I'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee
And put my face on top nigga can you see me
I got so much money I'll never do time
I play them white bitches like they play me at all times
I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat
But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet
What the fuck I look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton
When I shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
I'm a Big Tymer ask 'Lac you could believe that
Play boy nigga tell me How You Luv That

[Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]

[Juvenile:]
Baby what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'
Best get yo' mind right and go head with that hatin'
What, you must think that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha
All of this shoutin' gon' get me killed for nothin', ha
Nigga fuck that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall
From Calton by the levy, to General DeGaul
So Baby pop the Crystille, and shine the jewels
Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch L's
Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 G cells
My floor shinin' from marble from across the canal
In my position we make nothin but G's
Your jewelery say you belong to CMB
Don't hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
You think I'm stuntin' know just wait 'til I come back with them ki's
Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don't come near this
I don' wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
They say, "Juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy
Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, How You Luv That
Can't you see me in that BMW-ah, How You Luv That

[Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]

Wha, How You Luv That
Wha, How You Luv That
Wha, How You Luv That
Wha, How You Luv That
Wha, How You Luv That
Nigga, How You Luv That
Wha wha, Brrr, How You Luv That
Ha ha, Big Tymers
Diamonds that'll [Bling] blind ya
Ha ha, Big Tymers
Better act like ya know

Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals Lyrics – Big Tymers (feat. Lil' Wayne & Juvenlie)

Started with....

[Chorus]
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man
To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin'
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man
To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin'

[Manny Fresh]
In 1988, when my grandfather passed
He left me a Monte Carlo and a large amount of cash
It was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats
And I just can't thank you enough for all the stuff that you done, G
See my grandmother told me take care of the ride
And always do your best to keep it clean inside
So I just past the go and get the candy paint
Leather white, outta sight, that made the girls faint
See my partner, Eric, he got stereos
And my partner, Steve got true and bolds
And my dog, Black got european fronts
And this nigga named Duke hook up all the humps
I had a illegal Regal and it was so tight
And if ya touch it then a whole civil war was gon' rise
So I just count my blessings and I thank the lord
For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so hard
My grandfather lookin' and I'm ridin' straight
Man, I got the Suburban swervin' with the 4 T.V.'s playin'

[Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne]
Hail baby, Cardion and the Kompressor
20 inch cyl-inders on the Lexus
Hummer got sound that'll blow your eardrums
Lotus with 4 pipes humph nigga, listen
I ride Q5 on factory
It don't matter, your ol' lady still after me
My name gon' rang all over, dawg
Cause I got 6 ties on the Range Rover, dawg
Buy a nickel, baby, wha? Live on chrome
Buy a nickel, baby, he get his shine on
But, hold up, when I pass in the stretch
They [huffs 3x] gotta catch they breath
Fresh law, girl, weed hotter than a kitchen
In a big Bourbon, VCR's, television
El Camino's, twistin' on bees
'87 Regals, Impala's, Cherokee's
Expeditions, Benzes, Navigator, Humvee's
What dawg? Cut dawg, on 17's
Woood grain, 15 double o
Me and Rabid on momos, lord, bless his soul
Now we ridin' up the block, the Caravan
Expeditions and Surburbans with the T.V.'s playin'

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Fuckin' right, I used to play in MCT's
Nowadays, Playboys ridin' Benzes
Back in '87, Maniac mixed tapes
Soniac Park, everyday, Super Sunday
My homeboy Fresh, done changed the rims
He gotta satellite on top to talk to out of state friends
'88 was my year, 14 with 12 G's
Monte Carlo's ridin' on 18's
It's '98 and I done flipped the script
Thangs that changed, Baby gotta lotta shit

[Juvenile]
I ain't gotta lie, nigga like me was ridin' the bus
I been to the guy with CMR-ah
A nigga was catchin' the cut
Them bitches, they won't holla
Them niggas, they mo' holla
Got all the empower from people I get showered
The woman on the porch sayin', Ain't that go Wayne, boy?
That boy be on T.V. too, ain't that the same boy?"
Yeah

[Chorus]

Money & Power Lyrics – Big Tymers

[Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)]
If you could be me for an hour
Have Money and Power
Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower
You Would love that (Hot, Hot)
You Would love that (Hot, Hot)

[Baby:]
Nugga ge yo shit together
Tell the homeboys, we gone shine in the rainy weather
Strap up we gon' ride tonight
Cause all I wan' do is play with hoes tonight
And my Rollies with my bezzel speak through the ice
Let my Jag drop top speak through the gold head lights
Man, I'm on an all night flight
Worth about a millie on a silly night
On the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night
Playboy and my game be tight
I wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peace
My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peace
Or my momma Gladys or my sister Noreese
Man half of my family already deceased
But this baller life don't mean nothin' to me
Playa if I can't share it with my muthafuckin' family
I'ma roll with my heat and ride with my H.B.'s
And make all my hoes say the love me
Fitted hats, stayin' strap, Ree's on my feet
Ask 'Lac playboy if you don't believe me
You better stay straped rollin' in the UPT
Besides all these cars and all these broads
Holla at me playa thangs for 10 a ki
Playboy you could believe me

[Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)]

[Manny Fresh:]
It was one summer night in the middle of June
Me and Belle blowin' blunts up under the moon
When this nigga croos the street start talkin' shit
Tellin' all his jive niggas that my music don't hit
See I payed it no matter
Every album gets hotter, than the last one partner
What's ya real reason nigga, for hatin' me man
Cause the bitch that ya wit', was datin' me man
You bout hoe shit
Keep it on the down low shit
Hoe broke and lonely don't know shit
Usually Captain Kirk a bitch
I'll rough a bitch
'Til she say, "I had enough shit"
I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny tracks
Got ya Sony CD pumped up to the max
You should be on Jerry Springer, 'cause nigga you the king of
Hatin' on niggaz that's keepin' it real
Big Tymers had money before the record deal
Uh, If fuckin' music don't work nigga then I still got the wheels
Hmm, How you diggin' that
How you diggin' that
How you diggin' that

[Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)]

[Baby:]
I owe my dedication to my homeboy Manny
Cause I'd probably still be in a penitentiery
Or still sellin' yey on these dark city streets
Or duckin' these haters tryin' to visit me
Or the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy
Playboy this life is real to me
I'm rollin' Uptown wit' automatic artillery
All I can say s Fresh kept it real wit' me
But I know my lil B.G. could feel me
That's why I'm hollin' Chopper City in my song nigga
And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I bought 'em nigga
But you the reason why I keep it real with niggaz
Juvenile came and formed this Hot Boy Clique
And Lil Weezy I know you planted the seed
And when it come I know you gon' name it after me
I owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for savin' me
From these guns, round the white
And puttin' that ron on another nigga son
And tellin' me that I can be all gravy
And tellin' me that I could save this nigga baby
And if you don't believe me playa I put it on that 99 big body Benz
And the Lord and My friends cause Cash Money out to win
Playboy you could believe that
How You Luv That Boy
Hah Nigga, How You Luv That Playa
Tell Me nigga, How You Luv That Playa
Hah Nigga, How You Luv That Playa
It's all gravy baby
Nigga been havin' shit nigga
Ridin' flossin' before we did all this shit nigga
Million dollar homes nigga
Everybody in my clique ride on chrome nigga
I don't make nah nigga wait for shit
Once we want it we gon' get that shit
Playboy you could believe that

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