Yiddo, Yiddo, ha ha ha ha, this yo' nigga Young Ray Luv

Back in yo' motherfucking face, you know?

Ha ha ha ha, the Lynk Crew, no more trouble, just trying to bubble

And this goes out to my son - Baby IE, wassup boy?



I was a hustlin-ass nigga straight lovin' the game

Always meant to be a playa put the Luv in my name

Who put the hustle in this youngster? I guess my daddy's to blame

Cause if it made skrilla, there wasn't no shame in his game

Another young playa, caught up in the fortune and fame

Nigga when I'm gone, will they still remember my name?

Straight soldier, stayed at this here 'till it's over

Old folks laughing, telling my daddy that I'm never sober

Why don't you understand I'm just trying to feed my baby?

I'm going crazy, none of y'all fools can fade me

You trying to save me? Sometimes I feel the love is gone

There I go, out the door to get my hustle on

Dreams of platinum, rap after rap I'm writing back to back

While I hustle stack for stack

I'm caught in the cross, the game twist me into trouble

Forever hustle, I'mma struggle 'till I bubble



Gotta make my money double

Struggle out of trouble, all good

I'mma hustle till I bubble

Gotta make my money triple

Hennessy not ripple

(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)



BG turned OG, gone off that oldie

Went from Zenith's and Vogue's to Lexus I's and gold D's

In love with the game, will I fold G's?

Ain't no tears just beer poured for my homies

A ghetto star, every hood in church know me

Haters want me but trick them suckers long as the set got love for me

I'm Lynked up to the fullest

So you better think nine times before you come at me with some bullshit

The Feds is crackin' down like bullwhips

And niggas' gunnin' for me so when I smoke I keep a full clip

I just wanna get richer

So when you look at success I'm the nigga you seeing in the picture

The B-I-G E-Double-D-I-E Spaghetti

You know me already, nigga with the long fetti

Gangbangin' but never see me with no rag

No time to lag, stuffin' hundreds into Hefty bags

The local motors wanna' battle

I'm gone holler "trump", cause inflation

Move the organization to Seattle

Call my up-North connection

He say, "I got it sewed up in Seattle

Even judges in the next election"

I have a ticket to a Samsonite

Ready to get it on, fool I'm gone on the next flight

A young nigga out to rumble

Got to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble



Gotta make my money double

Struggle out of trouble, all good

I'mma hustle till I bubble

Gotta make my money triple

Hennessy not ripple

(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)





My chances gettin' slim in the wind as I'm hustlin'

Straight automatic phone call sidin' in traffic so I'm dumpin'

Cause' all I really wanted was a piece of the ree-zor

I bust so heavy in this geed-ame, I can't ever skeezers out on the grind

Heard 'em motivated poppilin' bubblin' major

Just 19 years old I'm freezing cold fiending for paper

You ain't know I'm a young BG from the 'Tay soakin' game from my older cousin

Convinced to grind 'till I'm ballin, you thought I wasn't

Trying to keep my focus with the daily bomb, better get the Loc'ses

For the chronic got more straight keeps my calm

Flick of the wrist, we get the dopest Coca-Cola

So do the gypsy-twister hocus-pocus A1-Yola

Tear in to any fool that's trying to stop my hustle

It'll be a 211-187 Young Dre is destined to bubble



Gotta make my money double

Struggle out of trouble, all good

I'mma hustle till I bubble

Gotta make my money triple

Hennessy not ripple

(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)





So much fetti I'm feeling hunted

Every epsiode I be lookin' for my face on the Most Wanted

Feel like my life was written by Donald Gould

A kingpin on the run, nigga, like Jesse Owens

Never knowin' which one of these suckers calling themselves a menace

Gonna be pumped off that spinach wanna put a hot-one in a

Young nigga, my grandmomma call me sinner

Look, granny, I just want to make you proud of me and be a winner

Get out of this shit before I'm fade out, doin' bad

Go legit before I'm layed out, on the slab

Who say we can't be hard, and still smart?

Who say I gotta go out to the pen or the county morgue?

Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin'

Me and my mail, let's see what we can make happen

Get in it to win it and pop like Russel Simmons before I finish

A big baller, going out to the book of Guiness

But these playa-haters known to be snitches and traitors

Fool you can't fade us, fuckin' with Big Eddie yes the greatest

Little homies keep writing I'm gonna put five grand on a lawyer

Big Eddie Records got a business license

Rumor has it that my young niggas out there jackin'

Oh, you ain't know? I signed them soldiers now we goin' platinum

I found my route up out the trouble

Out to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble



Gotta make my money double

Struggle out of trouble, all good

I'mma hustle till I bubble

Gotta make my money triple

Hennessy not ripple

(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)





For the 1-99-5, straight trying to bubble