Bushwick Bill - Little Big Man lyrics

[Bushwick Bill] It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherf**in n***a Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger Straight from the motherf**in G To the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho I had to come up strong to get where I'm at Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back Back in the day I used to play with Tonka toys Now I'm paid and shootin dice with the big boys Shoot a G, bet a G, now watch me hit a lick I ain't worryin about no sh** because I packed my sh** I pull my sh** and take a sh** cause that's the way I do it And when it comes to handlin sh**, there ain't nothin to it Bushwick Bill, the motherf**in thinkin n***a Gotta stay smart, to keep me from sinkin n***a Cause if you sleep, you'll get beat, on the street Understand, get it that's the plan, from the Little Big Man (Yeah.. hahhh.. come again! Uh, yeah..) (Peep game) [Bushwick Bill] Now when it comes to b**hes I play games with they minds Cause once you get that hit, you gon' get the p**y any time And it's a proven fact I'm hittin b**hes from the back, Bushwick Bill, neighborhood - mack In and out the crib like a motel f**ed her so well, the ho had to go.. tell Her friend and then I f**ed her too Got 'em both claimin that they in love wit you know who Now what am I to do, but pa** her to the crew And let the fellas get that a** and bust a couple of nuts or two Cause that's the way we do it, fella The Little Big Man, takin b**hes to that other level! (Yeah.. uh, uh, uh, ahh) [Bushwick Bill] How many motherf**ers wanna step to B-U-S-H W-I-C-K, blowin n***az away, clickin every day Cuttin n***az up, and I can not prevent the sh** Gougin out your f**in eyeballs and then I skullf** you, b**h Hey n***a, don't you know, today's the first day In the last moments of your life, run and tell your f**in wife Little n***a, little n***a, pullin trigger, gettin bigger Gravedigger bury n***a like me how the f** you figure There's nothin worse than bein, caught up in a gridlock With a f**in dreadlock, cause you know I bust shot Notty dread, notty dread, come slave driver Buck 'em dead, buck 'em dead, Bushwick gettin liver Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, BUCK, watch dem fall fast Little Big Man, buck buck, bustin 'nuff a**! Wheel it again Selector Diesel Rap-A-Lot comin da ragamuffin style, nineteen-ninety-tree Four five and year two t'ousand Givin you what you want, much more Little Big Mon, come again selector Yes, yes, yes that's how we like it more time Rap-A-Lot wit da music nice an' sweet, y'knahmsaid Givin it to you straight from de heart of de street Fifth Ward Texas, a Rap-A-Lot with de top yes Givin you what I got, Bushwick Bill, yes Make de riddim swing no Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes Little Big Mon just gettin buckwild yes Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes Little Big Mon 'im gettin buckwild yes Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes...