F**k Big Boy lyrics

Artist  : B.g. 
Song : F**k Big Boy



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[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**kas wanna be like me
I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C
You bit*hes better keep my name out`cha mouth
Before I get a bag of that fire and wait outside
your house
Nigga, I catch a drain, ain`t no motive, ain`t no
blame on what I do ya
Cuz I`ma f**k over you
Now what`s up?  Cuz I don`t think you ready to
see no blood
f**k all that asshole and leave ya f**kin` head
swollen
I hit like floods, better yet, I stick like mud
Them bit*hes P-N-C, I leave`em in a pool of blood
Partners-N-Crime, y`all some bit*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 niggas
lame
I`m ready to take it to some "G" shit,
street shit
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**kin` steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
>From this clown that`s gonna put you six in
the ground.
It`s time a nigga put Big Boy where the f**k they
belong
Rollin` wit Tec-9 snortin` dope best believe it`s
on
[Chorus-Tec-9]
Partners-N-Crime you ain`t nothin` but bit*hes
Lick on the nuts and suck 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,
BIATCH!
[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$h Money
You must have been jealous of that title that we
holdin`
Try to rep on that Local 580
You must have been too loaded, too loaded, too
loaded
They tried to pull a lil` stunt, on that Local
580
Wanna be Pimp Daddy, Lil` Slim, and Baby
They put that whole CMR all up in they rap
They had us on they first tape and they proceed
to sweat
So let`s show them wannabes what we made of nigga
Try to knock a B.G., I`ma spray a nigga
Swear to God you was hard, but you don`t want
none of me
Cuz I`m a little-bitty killa off Amelia East
So put two and fall, see I ain`t with that boy
Cuz all I do is grab my 9 and break a nigga off
Somethin` proper, I will make you droppa
I`ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin`
Tryed to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn`t
make it
It was complicated so how you gonna rock them?
While they was busy doin` the Hike and Eddie
Bow`n
I`ma stand my ground even though you try to bring
me down
Cuz I`ma Ca$h Money clown from that Uptown, and
I`m bout it
Nigga 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 bit*h talkin` shit
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 assholin`
Nigga 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 bit*h,
I`ma run in your shit, cuz I`m a 13th nigga and
I`m bout it
[Chorus]