For sure, lil' one
 Off top, playboy
 Look here
 These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch

 [B.G.]
 Let me at 'em

 [Baby]
 Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga
 Look, this block is mine
 And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes
 'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy)
 I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand

 [B.G.]
 We don't even want you comin' 'round no more

 [Baby]
 Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut
 We got this shit, wodie

 [B.G.]
 Gotta hustle

 {verse 1}
 [Baby   (B.G.)]
 Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)
 Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)
 Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
 My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
 Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack
 The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped
 From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'
 Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?)
 Callin' the law look (?)
 I told the young nigga to learn the mack
 Poppin' two, shor-tay

 [B.G.]
 Four in the mack

 [Baby   (B.G.)]
 We hard-headed head bustas
 We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers
 Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?)
 My mind went dead (What?)
 My daddy's dead (What?)
 My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
 Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)
 Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)
 With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
 Bundles of dope and ounces and shit
 We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?)
 Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?)
 (?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)
 Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure)

 (Hook2x [B.G.])
 Big Tymers - they g's, too
 Them niggas'll creep, too
 They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too
 Big Tymers - they thug, too
 Them niggas sell drugs, too
 They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too

 [Mannie Fresh   (B.G.)]
 What?
 Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?)
 For me to say, "Fuck a bitch," in a tight-ass song (What?)
 Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her)
 Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up)
 They want (?) with a nigga when your money come right (For real?)
 When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
 B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?)
 Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie
 Triple-X rated (Huh?)
 Joe Casey say, "The bitch ate it."
 Our two D.J.'s say, "The bitch can't be faded."
 Once again, it's on
 The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?)
 Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone
 Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?)
 Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga)
 Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga)
 I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him
 Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim

 (Hook [B.G.])
 Big Tymers don't trust hoes
 Big Tymers don't love hoes
 After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
 Big Tymers - they toss hoes
 They don't brown-nose
 They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes

 Big Tymers don't trust hoes
 Big Tymers don't love hoes
 After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
 Big Tymers - they toss hoes
 Them niggas don't brown-nose
 They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes

 [Lac]
 What, what, what,
 We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and
 necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and
 twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars
 Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars
 Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors
 Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors
 Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though
 We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes
 The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted
 Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered
 Lil' Wheezy more platted
 Baby more platted
 Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks - they all gatted
 My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy
 Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it
 (?) we move packages, (?) jack it
 Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his jackin'
 Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me:
 A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat
 And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat
 Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til January

 (Hook3x [B.G.])
 Big Tymers stunt very hard
 Drive the finest cars
 Big Tymers got that work
 Got a Impala, and got it hard
 Big Tymers - they live in lavish
 Neck and the wrist is platted
 Every kind of diamond that they got, them niggas have it

 [B.G.]
 For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga)
 B.G. and the fam'
 If you gotta be a B.T.
 ([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.)
 A H.B.
 ([B.] Ya understand)
 Ya understand
 Ya undersmell that
 Ya gotta go get it
 Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah
 You're blindin' me, yeah
 Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah
 You're blindin' me, yeah
 ([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy)
 Lil' Wheezy
 ([B.] To then B.Geezy)
 To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy
 How you love that
 And it's all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga)
 ([B.] Get your mind right)
 Get your mind right
 Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here)
 Since '92, nigga
 Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy)
 ([B.] Been stun'n)
 Been stun'n
 ([B.] Repped out like a motherfucker)
 Number-one stunna, nigga
 ([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga)
 The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga
 The Big Tymers