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joe green - mr. bigg lyrics

[intro: bigga rankin]
ever since i was a jit i knew i was gonna be bigger than the average n-gga
i learned the rules of the streets
i learned how to flip and stack and wait my turn
i paid my dues, i earned my respect in this music game
i am bigga in these streets, i am mr. bigg, right
twysted g*nius baby

[verse 1]
i was a young -ss motherf-cker, f-cked up on the block
my cousin erk came through with that four-four-two with the green top
at night i hit the club, we had barely had some sleep
went inside the house, it wasn’t nothin’ else to eat
then my partner started geekin’, he was talkin’ bout the yay
said his cousin’ll put us on, we’ll could get some work today
walked up to his spot, he blessed us with a fifty slab
i was back at the door in an hour and a half
i gave him a thousand, he gave me somethin’ for the hundred
bust the slabs down then i’m right back on the corner
junkie walk up on me, give me somethin’ for the ten
broke him off proper then he came right back again
plug like what i’m doin’ so he frontin’ what i’m buyin’
n-ggas start trippin’ so i went and got a nine
breakin’ down a seven, i swear to god that b-tch was rollin’
when this cracker pulled up and he asked me who was holdin’
say he got three-fifty so i gave his -ss a ball
count up that lil money, stuff the dope back in my drawers
partner on the corner, he was watchin’ for the pigs
ever since i was a kid, i had a dream that i would be mr. bigg

[verse 2]
by the time i was sixteen, i was workin’ with them o’s
serve one off the phone then it’s right back in the bowl
them n-ggas start, hit my partner, told him what had happened
say they pocket watchin’, say them n-ggas want to jack
say he f-ckin’ with me so he sold your boy a chopper
if them n-ggas come in, hope them n-ggas want a problem
well motherf-ck them n-ggas, i got right back on my grind
every time i seen the plug i pulled up and and bought a nine
placing on my phone and he talkin’ ’bout a deuce
recognize the voice so i know just what to do
heard the pistol c-ck, shot a n-gga through the door
they can’t stop me, long live mr. bigg ho

[verse 3]
friday night at onyx and i’m chillin’ with my team
me, big homie, local, and you know we screamin’ street
had these hoes lookin’ at my diamonds, how they shine
soft -ss puerto rican b-tch, she was fine
so i walked up kickin’ game, then i took her to the room
left that b-tch at one, p-ssed check-out, it was noon
she started talkin’ crazy, say her daddy was the plug
and if i pull up on him, he’ll show you boys some love
waited on the call and then he met me on the boat
say if i was ready i could touch a lot of dope
n-gga gotta be the greatest trapper of all time
they can’t f-ck with a g, because i’m

[chorus]
mr. bigg, mr. bigg, they call him mr. bigg
mr. bigg, mr. bigg, they call him mr. bigg
(but not because of my size)
mr. bigg, mr. bigg, they call him mr. bigg
mr. bigg, mr. bigg, they call him mr. bigg
(but not because of my size)
mr. bigg, mr. bigg, they call him mr. bigg
mr. bigg, mr. bigg, they call him mr. bigg
mr. bigg, mr. bigg, they call him mr. bigg
mr. bigg, mr. bigg, they call him mr. bigg

- joe green lyrics

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