It's the best kept secret, baby
 Down south
 We got women on the beach
 Swerve on streets
 Players ridin drop
 And the flips won't stop

 [Verse 1]
 Now tell me what y'all know about a player like me comin through steppin
 I'm wreckin, New Orlean'an, and in 1984 turned Texan
 Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself
 Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt
 With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game
 I had to pass em by cause it really wasn't my thing
 Now don't you wanna scream it like you mean it
 To them fools who said I couldn't do it
 The ones that said that if I left the group, then I'd be ruined
 Keep on doin what you're doin
 That's what my conscience said, use your head, and you'll win
 Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn't really my niggas
 They reneged, they couldn't stand to see me get big in the business
 That's why they player-hated me
 Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee?
 It never faded me cause I know where my head is at
 Know where I'm headed at, that's why I keep on makin...

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 Now the deeper the root
 The bigger the square of the loot
 When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool
 I'm speakin the truth, partner, seek and you'll find
 Southern dialect, I'm regulatin, that's how I gets down for mine

 [Verse 2]
 It's on to the break of dawn
 So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes
 That's puttin these knots in my pocket? I'm
 About to rock until I can't no mo'
 I'm takin this here all the way to the bank for dough
 Cause y'all know, as long as players turn into rappers
 And rappers turn into actors, all these broads'll be gettin atcha
 Now which non-believin MC wanna see what time it is?
 The rhymin wizard's about to show you haters what southern rhymin is
 I'm bombin kids, I show no mercy on a braveheart
 Put it down in '94, and never gave thought
 Caught every ???, every ass, checks got cashed
 Fools got slung like the trash, I mash
 From the scene, never seen by no witnesses
 Partner, don't try to play dumb, look, you know what this is
 Quit the biz cause y'all ain't ready for the outcome
 No doubt, son, I'm from the south, and never lost a bout, son

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 [Verse 3]
 Now, don't step, or you'll get ruined, mayn
 I got you trippin on the way a soldier's like me over here doin things
 You knew the game, but you blew it again
 Now the head honcho is back, so non-believers, hand over your ring
 Give it up or get broken down
 It's goin down now, Mike Dean supplied the potent sound
 So now you know it's a southern thing
 I'm handlin things, I bust a rhyme and do damage to any man you bring
 I'm serious, I told you that way back in '94
 They wanna flow, it ain't no thing, just let the record go
 Didn't you know I bust from southwest to southeast?
 Blessed by the best with this platinum-plated mouthpiece
 So I give thanks, then it's off to the bank
 Protected by forces unseen, so I ain't gettin ganked
 As for the fakers and the haters
 Small things ain't nothin to a player
 I'm all about my paper
 I stacks my chips and then I break
 Gather up my crew to Mike-a-nize, then we go and rock another state
 Forget what another say, I'm backed up by my actions
 Produce a dope hit, make a lick, and leave em askin
 Who is Big Mike? and like that I'm back atcha
 Partner, handle your businesss, I ain't mad atcha
 Million dollar lyrics I compose leave a pattern for quality stature

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