Big Tymers

Big Tymers - Suge And Pac Puff And Big lyrics

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[B.G.]
 Me the B.G. and Baby my fuckin runner
 Two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown
 About money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
 We roll in trucks like Hummers and expiditions
 Our relationship like Moses and Jesus
 Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming between us
 Two black young heathens, that's how they treat us
 Steaks and Fettucini is what they feed us
 Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw
 Spendin G's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin
 Tryin to make a mil y'all
 Cuz we roll with the motto, "Ball Til We Fall"
 Fuck wit B you bringin B.G. all the way out there
 Fuck wit me you bringin Baby all the way out there
 Since '92, '93 our love been there
 We never stand to a pussy, cash money, nigga stare
 I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
 Suga Slim just signed a, me and him a contract
 ? Capone thugin quick they bust yo head, watch that tone
 In that mansion is where we lay our head at
 We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops
 Way I bust it like Suge and 'Pac

 [Chorus]{ Baby }
 Like Suge and Pac
 Like Puff and B.i.G
 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
 Like Face and Jay
 Like Russ and Run
 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million

 [B.G.]
 Like Jay and Face
 Like Russ and Run
 Baby and B.G. comin thru like a sound right from machine gunz
 Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
 You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
 Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black Hummers
 It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
 We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first
 and we see play boy to hide our riches
 Me and this young nigga we title the snitches
 He the muthafuckin rapper and I'm the game stealer
 And if you you fuck wit him
 I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
 And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace
 It ain't nuttin in this industry gon fuck
 wit Baby and B.G. wit Manny Fresh's beats
 Wit Suga Slim's Brains behind all this heat and my Hot Boyz strapped riding
 Right beside me, nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo life there
 I'll bet my rolex wit my bezzle nigga to yo cable bill
 It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money
 cause we keep it real
 Nigga Believe that

 [Baby]
 Now what
 [Chorus]{ Baby }
 Like Suge and Pac
 Like Puff and B.i.G
 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
 Like Face and Jay
 Like Russ and Run
 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million

 [B.G.]
 I got love for my nigga Baby
 He heard I rap came on Va and seen me
 Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
 Cause I'm gettin my shine on don't you hate me?
 B.G. and Baby, livin good for,
 we just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
 Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
 We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog

 [Manny Fresh]
 Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich
 What make these niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit
 My brotha Prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time
 Nigga I'm gon shine till I die
 Me and this nigga been togetha since he was 12
 I knew this young nigga would end up swell
 I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes
 cause I knew he's be major at one time
 Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
 it aint no secret that Baby, B.G. and me are superstars

 [Chorus]{ Baby }x 2
 Like Suge and Pac
 Like Puff and B.i.G
 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
 Like Face and Jay
 Like Russ and Run
 Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million

 Manny talkin till music ends
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