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big tymers - a nigga couldn't know lyrics

[verse 1: lil’ wayne]
this is where them n-ggas die fast, sell bricks and buy bags
they dodge cl-ss to hit the block and go find cash
if you try to p-ss, take my advice: drive fast
cause, my man, ain’t no escaping when shots blast
you wonder why the cops keep circling, n-ggas murdering
i ain’t never saw ’em before, tonight we twurkin’ ’em
n-ggas wearin’ masks like gl-sses
n-ggas got on tank tops and a pair of reebok cl-ssics
pants to my knees cause the glock make it slouch
i can’t talk right now, i got three rocks in my mouth
and, wodie, when we enter n-ggas freeze up like it’s winter
and if a n-gga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner
seventeen representer you don’t like it, do somethin’
and i’ll bet you’ll see a n-gga outside ’bout two-somethin’
and we like to dress in all black up in my residence
ain’t got on no suits cause we ain’t tryin’ to be presidents

[hook x2: lil’ wayne & birdman]
n-gga, we done moved more c0ke, than a n-gga could know
more money, more cars, than a n-gga could show
and more ice cheap price, than a n-gga could score
and hit blocks with glocks, make ’em get on the floor

[verse 2: birdman]
n-gga waking up to alley cats and rats
project b-tches that tote gats
n-ggas kicking the dope, but the crack done smack back
lil’ n-ggas runnin’ through the hallways
while other n-ggas playin’ ball made a court in the driveway
things ain’t the same where i use to play
it’s guns and broads
new cars, neighborhood superstars, and hoes smoking cigars
lil’ ones sitting on the car
watchin’ the bus hollering “them people comin!” when that blue car pull up
i’m tired of catchin’ cuts, and bendin’ corners
i got that work got youngsters on all four corners
you got the quarters, and you got them halves
i got the quarter ki’s, and fresh got the slabs
ten a ki is the price if you want a brick
and if you don’t know that, n-gga, tax the b-tch

[hook x2]

[mannie fresh]
it’s the return of the cl!ck-clackin’ downtown pistol packin’
y’all remember me from back in
the ’89 era when k!llers use to wear mascara
and run through the court causin’ terror
random riot gunshots, government-issued glocks
that’s bakin’ soda added with that odor now you got clatch pots
n-ggas went from (?) to frozen cups
to catchin’ cuts, to big ole nuts
shorty, i been on missions
jackin’ n-ggas for balley compet-tions
stickin’ guns in bustas’ backs
everybody, come out your polos and your zodiacs
but that was back in the days
see, n-ggas done changed they ways
went from snug-nose-38’s to hand grenades
now it’s a must that n-ggas bust back when they get cussed at
or fussed at
nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, n-ggas can trust that

[hook x4]

[outro: birdman]
y’all got to understand
we got this sh-t on lock, wodie
if you ain’t makin’ money you ain’t doin’ what you suppose to
i understand n-ggas kickin’ in doors for 20-inch momo’s
whatever it take, lil’ daddy
and it don’t matter
if i get caught up in a struggle, i got to take mines
if you get caught up, you better believe it
that that iron gon’ get your mind right, dog
we hustlin’ for sure, fa
bling-blingin’ without a doubt
like new cars, and pretty broads
and neighborhood superstars
money
b-tches
rags to riches

- big tymers lyrics

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