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Big Tymers How U Luv That Suge And Pac, Puff And Big [b.g.] Me the b.g. and baby my fuckin runner Two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown About money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches We roll in trucks like hummers and expiditions Our relationship like moses and jesus Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming between us Two black young heathens, that's how they treat us Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw Spendin g's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin Tryin to make a mil y'all Cuz we roll with the motto, "ball til we fall" Fuck wit b you bringin b.g. all the way out there Fuck wit me you bringin baby all the way out there Since '92, '93 our love been there We never stand to a pussy, cash money, nigga stare I'm a big tymer, that's a fact Suga slim just signed a, me and him a contract ? capone thugin quick they bust yo head, watch that tone In that mansion is where we lay our head at We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops Way i bust it like suge and 'pac [chorus]{ baby } Like suge and pac Like puff and b.i.g Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs Like face and jay Like russ and run Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million [b.g.] Like jay and face Like russ and run Baby and b.g. comin thru like a sound right from machine gunz Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black hummers It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first And we see play boy to hide our riches Me and this young nigga we title the snitches He the muthafuckin rapper and i'm the game stealer And if you you fuck wit him I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches And i'll put that on my ma and my pa and they both restin in peace It ain't nuttin in this industry gon fuck Wit baby and b.g. wit manny fresh's beats Wit suga slim's brains behind all this heat and my hot boyz strapped riding Right beside me, nigga i'll bet a million dolars to yo life there I'll bet my rolex wit my bezzle nigga to yo cable bill It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit cash money Cause we keep it real Nigga believe that [baby] Now what [chorus]{ baby } Like suge and pac Like puff and b.i.g Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs Like face and jay Like russ and run Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million [b.g.] I got love for my nigga baby He heard i rap came on va and seen me Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy Cause i'm gettin my shine on don't you hate me? B.g. and baby, livin good for, We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog Fuck wit me and my boy, i wish you would dog We ridin dirty and i'll put that on the hood dog [manny fresh] Now what make these hoes thank that i ain't rich What make these niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit My brotha prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time Nigga i'm gon shine till i die Me and this nigga been togetha since he was 12 I knew this young nigga would end up swell I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes Cause i knew he's be major at one time Now i done rolled in the flyest cars It aint no secret that baby, b.g. and me are superstars [chorus]{ baby }x 2 Like suge and pac Like puff and b.i.g Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs Like face and jay Like russ and run Nigga baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million Manny talkin till music ends |
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