't big we'll turn this to a Suge Knight, let's swim in alcohol and hop up on our red kush fly. I'm Mr. Big, bitch! Yeah! Chorus: This goes out to my
flyest, most niggaz want a deal with Nike I'm like dumb nigga I'm tryna buy it I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think BIG
, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron You what I sayin'? One time
shot (shot) but he did not (not) we follow good directions when he seen that slippin weapon he got almost everything we got everything you nigga get to steppin bust one
, bang, make 'em all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose Nigga make way for the big bomber Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider Scuffing
[DJ Clue] Ha haaaaa... [echoes] [Method Man] Now...now...now...unnhhh.. Professional two shit...WHAT! Staten Island up in this mad-a-fulka... Mr. Meth
'm Mr.Clean. They call me "hit man," Don't know what they mean. They throw it long and watch me run, I'm on my man, one-on-one. Buddy's guys cover
throw your shoes on out I'm that shit that great Mario [unverified] 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox, niggaz with big Glocks Late night
vagabond Standing like a flasher Mr. Big Time Fred Krueger, dream crasher Trying to find a girl to fit his fancy Not once, not twice But three times,
G For nuttin', all of a sudden Oh Biggie gimme one more chance Oh Biggie gimme one more chance Oh Biggie gimme one more chance Oh Biggie gimme one more
good things come to those who wait I'm insecure about a lot about the things I got And if I share my spotlight you're not ready to plot One of the
that's a fact, I'm a Libra y'all 180 degrees but not that hot So whether or not you find the answer is really not the plot (Really not the plot) Because
Durst Fat kids stay big and fuckin like marshmellows And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows Not it for the cheddar, not in it for
[Bouncer:] Party night to night alright you can come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look
: Mr. Doc] Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this Back with tight big shit Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing
tight big shit Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit When they get lit up on they turf So move on with they life one even
there you informed off da back that you'z a big old player so you got a sorry brotha dat dont know how to act and had the nerve to warn me not to get
philosophical Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do Should not've fucked with Mr