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big tymers - suge and pac, puff and big lyrics

[b.g.]
me the b.g. and baby my f-ckin runner
two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown
about money and b-tches, 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
n-gg- ridin shinin, me and my n-gg- 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”
f-ck wit b you bringin b.g. all the way out there
f-ck wit me you bringin baby all the way out there
since ’92, ’93 our love been there
we never stand to a p-ssy, cash money, n-gg- 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 n-gg-z could wonder
you better think quick n-gg- we hit blocks like thunder
comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black hummers
it ain’t no secret we showed our -ss last summer
we both got 3 or 4 b-tches we bang at first
and we see play boy to hide our riches
me and this young n-gg- we t-tle the snitches
he the m-th-f-ckin rapper and i’m the game stealer
and if you you f-ck wit him
i’ll clear my bank account on one of you b-tches
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 f-ck
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, n-gg- i’ll bet a million dolars to yo life there
i’ll bet my rolex wit my bezzle n-gg- to yo cable bill
it ain’t nuttin in this industry could f-ck wit cash money
cause we keep it real
n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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
f-ck 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 n-gg-z think that diamonds on my rolex ain’t the sh-t
my brotha prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time
n-gg- i’m gon shine till i die
me and this n-gg- been togetha since he was 12
i knew this young n-gg- 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
n-gg- baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

manny fresh

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