Chill Twan, damn, man<br />
That nigga Big got somethin' to say?<br />
Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big?<br />
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Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my man<br />
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal<br />
Twin one and two, my man Milk<br />
My man Fred Dawg, the OGB crew<br />
Y'all know how we flow and I'ma drop it like this y'all<br />
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Oh, what a feeling drivin' in my four by four<br />
Girlies galore, BIG on the door<br />
Chrome trimming with the smoke tint<br />
Givin' chumps a hit as I count my mint<br />
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Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note<br />
All from sayin' rhymes that BIG wrote<br />
Blunt, I take a toke but only if it's weeds<br />
Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy<br />
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Pass to D or maybe movin' solo<br />
Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no, no<br />
Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw<br />
Live in action, guaranteed raw<br />
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Who's coming through? Y'all know who<br />
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Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated<br />
Your rhymes ain't shit, they must be constipated<br />
Many awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton Street<br />
To drop a rhyme to a funky beat<br />
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Expellin' MC's as if I was at Sarah J<br />
Or boys and girls at any school around the way<br />
Opponents, pupils but I'm the principal<br />
Hard to beat, damn near invincible<br />
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Niggaz wanna know how I live the mack life<br />
Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes<br />
Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my people my palm<br />
And sayin' rhymes to set off the alarm<br />
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Yes, it's me, the BIG<br />
Competition ripper ever since thirteen<br />
Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief<br />
Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street<br />
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Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular<br />
Pass the microphone, I'm the perfect competitor<br />
Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that<br />
Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a fall at<br />
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BIG without burner, that's unheard of<br />
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner<br />
Quick to smother, a punk motherfucker<br />
Undercover word to mother, I'm above ya<br />
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And I love ya 'cause you're a sweet bitch<br />
A crazy crab, you might make my dick itch<br />
I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used to<br />
BIG is a born trooper like ice cream I scoop ya<br />
My music you wanna get loose to, stay pimp and I'm not a booster<br />
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So what 'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond<br />
There's no other assumption, I got it goin' on<br />
I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this<br />
Even my mother be noddin' her head to this<br />
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Makes her proud to see her one son get loud<br />
Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd<br />
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four<br />
Live in action, guaranteed raw<br />
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Round two, the rhyme regulator here to roast ya<br />
As ya follow this, yeah I gave a toast to ya crew<br />
See, they popped on ya like a kernel<br />
You didn't realize that the beef was eternal<br />
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Internal injury, that's what you're soon to see<br />
BIG keep company<br />
Sometimes in my waist if they come opponent<br />
Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat<br />
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And I'm floatin' to your punk part of town<br />
Anybody frontin' they better duck down<br />
Don't get mad 'cause I grazed ya<br />
You jumped in that four-door Blazer<br />
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Quick, I couldn't get a good hit, shit I was aimin' for the melon<br />
But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin'<br />
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four<br />
Live in action, guaranteed raw<br />
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And you don't stop and you don't stop<br />
You keep on to my man Milk and Thai<br />
Like I said before the whole OGB is in full effect<br />
Most definitely, sent a shout on to the freestyle Born Allah<br />
Yeah, that bum ass nigga from Avenue Q