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pudgee tha phat bastard - think big lyrics

[notorious b.i.g.]
yeah, yeah
this could be something big
uh, this could be something big

big poppa throwing n-gg-s off a cliff
smokin a spliff
disappear with my b-tch
in a mitsubi eclipse
read my lips “i kill you”
blood will spill you
did i say thank you?
i grant you three wishes
cause i be the genie
n-gg-s is -ss out like fat b-tches in bikini
read between the lines see what i see
i see the diary of a sick b-st-rd
junior mafia blasta
ruggas on the hips
bought c-ke to flip chicks
bought slugs to fill clips
flippin c-kes in corner stores bodega
in the back room playin’ sega
“street fighter 2” i’m invitin’ you
bring your writin crew
and they dopest rhymes
i hit up in that -ss everytime
lyrically i’m untouchable, uncrushable
gettin’ mad blunted in the six hundred
benz ask your friends, “who’s the illest? ”
lickin shots n-gg-s screamin “bigge smalls tried to kill us! ”

[chorus: lord tariq]

you think big you get big, champagne and moet
you can party ’til you sweat, the money’s yours to get
cash in abundance, takin stacks in the hundreds
one thousand for gators, head stares for the traitors

[pudgee]
what?
i be the slang slanga
body boom here come the banga
your mother should have took you out with a f-cken hanga
word up what’s the mother f-cken deal n-gg-?
f-ck all!
you can call me johnny real n-gg-
to all mcs that envy this tryin’
never me and you take it easy like mad lion
if you mess with me
your family will be missin’ you like we miss empd
but if you don’t believe me you can come see me though
and your show will be over just like -rs-nio
i come a call in you n-gg-s be stallin’
i got the unblievable like my n-gg- smalls in
realease date man i can’t wait
the -ss gettin’ cash like a new york n-gg- out of state
to the ladies don’t waste your time
only sixty nine?
i do with star sixty nine
give you drama like 2pac
so you gots to gimme glocks for fun
puttin them “on the run” like kool g. rap
like michael jackson, “off the wall” for y’all
i make your people forget you
like r. kelly did to aaron hill

[lord tariq]
in god we trust in hoes we l-st
in clothes in cash
and cars a must
yo i’m the eighty six survior
so bear witness to my?
only play with my team
two hundred thousand in my dream
b-tches love this curley headed friend
far from a?
draw my n-gg-
and i squeeza for g’s
quicker than a serd
i got styles from the bronx
and harlem runner up
you think big you get big
f-ck a cut
yo f-ck beepers
f-ck hustling for sneakers
and car speakers
give me?
to transform his drug paper
bustlin’ money dead kid
i want arab and jew paper
and now i’m the sheet
the lord tariq
so let the ressurected w-ll–s speak
cause i’d rather die before my feet
my dress code explode
paying hundreds for g’s
yo i can play a pear of lees in rain willie supreme
the b-b-s ride the ave. inside the african taxi can driver
while a legend check the style of a survivor
macguyver, you should have sm-th-red
yo i got new york covered
in the story i’m the last
and there’ll never be another
mother f-cker

[chorus]

[outro: lord tariq]

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