bushwick bill - little big man lyrics
[bushwick bill]
it’s bushwick bill, i be that motherf-ckin n-gg-
four foot two, a couple of inches and i’m steady gettin bigger
straight from the motherf-ckin g
to the e to the t to the o, you know the spellin ho
i had to come up strong to get where i’m at
moved by myself, i had n-body to watch my back
back in the day i used to play with tonka toys
now i’m paid and shootin dice with the big boys
shoot a g, bet a g, now watch me hit a lick
i ain’t worryin about no sh-t because i packed my sh-t
i pull my sh-t and take a sh-t cause that’s the way i do it
and when it comes to handlin sh-t, there ain’t nothin to it
bushwick bill, the motherf-ckin thinkin n-gg-
gotta stay smart, to keep me from sinkin n-gg-
cause if you sleep, you’ll get beat, on the street
understand, get it that’s the plan, from the little big man
(yeah. hahhh. come again! uh, yeah.)
(peep game)
[bushwick bill]
now when it comes to b-tches i play games with they minds
cause once you get that hit, you gon’ get the p-ssy any time
and it’s a proven fact
i’m hittin b-tches from the back, bushwick bill, neighborhood – mack
in and out the crib like a motel
f-cked her so well, the ho had to go. tell
her friend and then i f-cked her too
got ’em both claimin that they in love wit you know who
now what am i to do, but p-ss her to the crew
and let the fellas get that -ss and bust a couple of nuts or two
cause that’s the way we do it, fella
the little big man, takin b-tches to that other level!
(yeah. uh, uh, uh, ahh)
[bushwick bill]
how many motherf-ckers wanna step to b-u-s-h
w-i-c-k, blowin n-gg-z away, clickin every day
cuttin n-gg-z up, and i can not prevent the sh-t
gougin out your f-ckin eyeb-lls and then i skullf-ck you, b-tch
hey n-gg-, don’t you know, today’s the first day
in the last moments of your life, run and tell your f-ckin wife
little n-gg-, little n-gg-, pullin trigger, gettin bigger
gravedigger bury n-gg- like me how the f-ck you figure
there’s nothin worse than bein, caught up in a gridlock
with a f-ckin dreadlock, cause you know i bust shot
notty dread, notty dread, come slave driver
buck ’em dead, buck ’em dead, bushwick gettin liver
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up, buck, watch dem fall fast
little big man, buck buck, bustin ’nuff -ss!
wheel it again selector diesel
rap-a-lot comin da ragam-ffin style, nineteen-ninety-tree
four five and year two t’ousand
givin you what you want, much more
little big mon, come again selector
yes, yes, yes that’s how we like it more time
rap-a-lot wit da music nice an’ sweet, y’knahmsaid
givin it to you straight from de heart of de street
fifth ward texas, a rap-a-lot with de top yes
givin you what i got, bushwick bill, yes
make de riddim swing no
gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes
little big mon just gettin buckwild yes
gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes
little big mon ‘im gettin buckwild yes
gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes…
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