[Big Shug]

Yeah the motherfucking jig is up, niggah

Ha ha, I'm coming to get you fake-ass niggas

Word is bond.. 



It'll take more than what you got, to foil my plot

I be rocking you and socking you like killer robots,

I'm too hot

But I refuse to cool down

'Till they rest my black ass 

Beneath the ground, I get down

For my underground sound

Pushing lyrical weight niggah, by the pound, for real

I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired

Cause what you see in rap, ain't always too clear

(Yeah Y'all)

Ice-grill stares for those who create fantasies

Couldn't bust a grape, fighting you or fighting me

Hip-hop today is like a big magic show

One magician, and a whole bunch of shining' hoe's

I'm trying to grow like my dick in the morning

It's a new day – matter fact a new fucking dawning

While you stretching and yawning, from your sleep

Shug done turned this whole shit back to the streets

Pumping the beat, when I was starving to eat

Now I push the ford truck 

To extort the weak

Thought you broke away clean, I caught you

Now it's up to me to completely end you, for real

You hear shots, I bring shots

You smoke a lot of pot, and still spit weed talk, pussy

In '99 you get stepped to

Fuck your silly weak crew

And your mugged up boo, for real

No more faking jacks, or faking jills

We know all about those manufactured skills

Even chickens is spitting harder

Who's your ghost writer miss, Sean Carter?

Once again it's the militiaman stepping to Brooklyn

Coming straight out of Murder Pan

While I'm shitting on you spitting up

Letting you silly faggots know, the jig is up