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Big
Tymers
- Nigga Couldn't Know
big tymers nigga (big tymers nigga)
I got that work nigga (I got that work nigga)
look, look listen
This is where them niggas die fast
sell bricks and buy bags
they dodge, clash
and hit tha block and go find cash
if you try to pass
take my advice, drive fast
cause my man ain't no escapin when shots pass
You wonder why tha cops keep circlin
niggas murderin
I ain't never saw em' befo
tonight we twirkin him
niggas wearin masses like glasses
niggas got on tank tops
and a pair of reebok plastics
pants to my knees cause tha glocks make it slouch
I can't talk right now
I got these rocks in my mouth
and whardie when we in there
niggas freezed up like it's winter
and if a nigga whistle just
eat em up for dinner
17 representer you don't like it do somethin'
I bet you see a nigga outside bout 2 somethin
and we like to dress in all black
up in my residance ain't got on no suits
cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents
(chorus) 2x nigga we done moved mo' coke
than a nigga could know, mo money mo cars
than a nigga could show
and mo ice cheap priced
than a nigga could score,
we hit blocks wit blocks
make em get on tha flo.
Nigga wakin up tha alley cats and rats,
project bitches that tote gats
niggas kickin tha dope,
but tha crack is smakked back
lil niggas runnin through tha hallways
while other niggas playin ball
made a court in tha driveway
thangs ain't da same where I used to play
it's guns and broads
new cars neighborhood superstars
and hoes smokin cigars
lil one sittin on tha car
watchin tha bus
hollerin at people comin
when that blue car pull up
I'm tired of catchin cuts and bendin corners
I got that work
and youngfords on all four corners
you got them quarters
and you got them halves
I got them quarter keys
and fresh got them slabs
10 a key is tha price if you wanna a brick
and if you don't know that nigga tax tha bitch
chorus 2x
It's tha return of tha clit-clat
downtown pistol packed ya'll
remember me from back in tha 89 era
when killas used to wear masceras
and run through tha court causin' terror
random riot gun shots
government issue glots
that's bakin' soda added with that oda
now you got crack spots
niggas went from hugga bucks
to frozen cups
to catchin' cuts
to big ol' nuts
shorty I been on missions
jackin niggas for ballet competitions
stickin guns in busta's back
everybody come out yo polos and your zodiacs
but that was back in tha days
see niggas done changed they ways
went from snugged-nosed 38s to hand grenades
now it's a must that niggas bust back
when they gettin cussed at or fussed at
9 millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns
niggas trust that
chorus 4x
Ya'll got to understand
we got this shit on lock whardie
if you ain't makin' money
you ain't doin' what you supposed to
I understand nigga kickin in doors
for 20 inch momos
whatever it take lil daddy and
it don't matter if
I get caught up in this struggle
I got to take mine
if you get caught up
you betta believe it that tha iron
will get your mind burnt dog
we hustle fo sho' dog
bling blingin' without
a doubt like new cars
and credit broads
and neighborhood superstars
and money, digits rags to riches
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