B.G. - f** Big Boy lyrics

[first verse-tec-9] I'm back again, reppin' and i got my four ten Doin' you in when i creeps and spin the bin Now the heat is on i'm comin' to get'cha Went through the 17th and couldn't even find ya Come to find out, that you were fat mouthin' and you'z a hoe The only time you seen the 17th is at a show Jealous muthaf**as wanna be like me I represent that 3, the capital t-e-c You b**hes better keep my name out'cha mouth Before i get a bag of that fire and wait outside your house n***a, i catch a drain, ain't no motive, ain't no blame on what i do ya Cuz i'ma f** over you Now what's up? cuz i don't think you ready to see no blood f** all that a**hole and leave ya f**in' head swollen I hit like floods, better yet, i stick like mud Them b**hes p-n-c, i leave'em in a pool of blood Partners-n-crime, y'all some b**hes, y'all some snitches You stupid clown, chuck got'cha riches [2nd verse-b.g.] Partners you bet not do no crime, Get no time and go to jail Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get nailed Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time i iet'cha know Y'all ain't ready for local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin' Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name You can't survive in this game cuz you n***as lame I'm ready to take it to some "g" sh**, street sh** Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split I'm off valence, ain't no doubt this b.g. ain't real I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my f**in' steel Peel, make n***as kneel, bow down >from this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground. It's time a n***a put big boy where the f** they belong Rollin' wit tec-9 snortin' dope best believe it's on [chorus-tec-9] Partners-n-crime you ain't nothin' but b**hes Lick on the nuts and s** the dick [chorus-lil wayne] Big boy know, they ain't nothin' but hoes [chorus-b.g.] You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, b*atch! [chorus] [3rd verse-lil' wayne] Say "ah ha, ah ha", yeah you thought it was funny When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on ca$h money You must have been jealous of that title that we holdin' Try to rep on that local 580 You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too loaded They tried to pull a lil' stunt, on that local 580 Wanna be pimp daddy, lil' slim, and baby They put that whole cmr all up in they rap They had us on they first tape and they proceed to sweat So let's show them wannabes what we made of n***a Try to knock a b.g., i'ma spray a n***a Swear to god you was hard, but you don't want none of me Cuz i'm a little-bitty k**a off amelia east So put two and fall, see i ain't with that boy Cuz all i do is grab my 9 and break a n***a off Somethin' proper, i will make you droppa I'ma baby gangsta, not no p-poppa This is dedicated to n***as that be fakin' Tryed to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn't make it It was complicated so how you gonna rock them? While they was busy doin' the hike and eddie bow'n I'ma stand my ground even though you try to bring me down Cuz i'ma ca$h money clown from that uptown, and i'm bout it n***a you know you not bout it, Come around my way i'ma have to get rowdy [4th verse-b.g.] Damn, i hate a busta b**h talkin' sh** But when drama time come they scared to do it Throw them thangs talkin' hard in the mic Say it in my face, be a man, and let's fight Take it to the street with a real baby g I'ma show ya i came bust caps send ya six feet I ain't bout none of that playin' or a**holin' n***a i'm splittin' wigs, leavin' heads swollen Mystikal slippin' and on the pavement you get laid Light up through ya hoe, i'ma grab you by them dookey braids Put'cha head down, cuz i heard about'cha In desert storm, uncle sam got that mouth up out'cha So let me get that out'cha b**h, I'ma run in your sh**, cuz i'm a 13th n***a and i'm bout it [chorus]