Big Boy - Gotta Have It lyrics

[Chorus: Boy Big] See we gotta have it Me and my n***as here to lay you down Ain't playing, so hit the floor And don't make no f**ing sound We gotta have it We move just like the mob, do This game is real, caps get peeled f** around, I'll have to murk you [Raekwon] Yo, from co*ktails, 3-80's with the M-1, we bury the j**elry store Posting, yelling 'get yours', we on Pivot Coke pilot mink, Kay Gatling Island, Trini and Chi All day gangsta, murda n***as, sleep We at the red light, mapped 'em, drove through, as all block Caught they attention, I leaned Time Magazine with my face on it, how we position the CREAM n***as is large, they all start scheming Whatever, truck 'em in them leathers, we was stuck together f** around and have to shoot off fingers, yo You know it, approach the gla** with the maskes on No time for freeze, just pull out and blast on 'em Sat back, Denzel status, Man on Fire Had the burner with the flash on it Skated with six hundred and cash, he did the dummy We splashed 'em, then boat it in a CLS gla**, we vicious [Chorus] [Brolic] Come one, I see my cash is getting low And if I can't shake no dough, what the f** am I living for It's easy for my heater, just to let these n***as know At the same time, I will take mines to persue to my cash flow You know you gotta be sick with it Call up my mans, cuz we about to go get it A hundred grand is you wit it, a smash for the cause Looting to the spot, putting everybody on pause Let me see a broke jaw, n***a, I want it all I'm talking to all of ya'll, don't get it, you gon' fall Or f** it, you gon' crawl, my n***a, we laying law We co*k back the strap, attack and shake it off [Chorus] [Gravy] Glocks'll get at you, and body your position In this rap, fire my ratchet, I'm shutting this rap Caddy steel, face the back, or blown the f** off from rap Reach across and blow this sh** out your boss in the back Survived in a porsche, I rap, at a buck 80 verse Or verse, daddy, let's do it for change I'm forty eight hundred grams, one chain, the trend, a new range Or any project bench, with all my sh** on Flashy don, Gucci on uptowns f**ing up cla**ics, gay baskets, D.H. n***as Won't snitch for sh**, criminals that spit Oh sh**, I forgot all about you man, twenty and change Ferocious tongues, coming at you, redirecting your whole sh** Blunt stole, dealing sick Glocks'll blow chunks out your face, looking up in the sky Seeing Ol' Dirty's face in the cloud [Chorus 2X]