[Mr. Lucci] [Echos]

Ha, them boys don't think we can freestyle up here huh?

Put it in they face, and make them feel something

These niggaz don't think these Dallas boys got something

Um-huh, just don't know(know)...Tell 'em



It's me that's creepin up yo' block without no tops, spark and glistenin

With the number one niggaz, our side is D-Town is bringin these hits wit him

Hmm, and is keepin a sliff wit him

plus a 5th in him, wit some creased up denim

You could catch me limpin, right cup sippin, well then I'm sho' nuff pimpin, playa

Well I thought ya knew the truth when we drop Mr. Pook' up on you boyz, playa

Haters claim the fool, so we let loose, Mr. Luc' wit ghetto noise, say what?

Need to watch that 

cuz ain't nothin but platinum plaques comin up out Kevin A. cat

I guarantee's that, and ya best believe that

Hold on dawg where my sweet at?(Sew it up mayne)

Nigga pass the flame so I can heat that(Nigga gon' ahead shit)

Let me gon' fire up this doskey-do', oh, Kevin A. brang the beat back

Ain't no stoppin this, soon as I'm done droppin this

man Ed and Kap down at the barn is gon' be choppin it(Ch-ch-ch)

wit screw versions cross the top and this

And a monopoly in the industry, is what this shits gon' occur to me

for, all of these niggaz who ain't heard of me, or my thirty-thirty G's

Better peep the crook, chain and the piece(Chime!Bling!)

we some warriors from the North the D

Doin it how it's supposed to be wit the crooked azz niggaz that's close to me



[Chorus x2]

Mr. Lucci be comin up the block, on slabs

Breakin bitches off and it don't stop, no doubt

Wettin up yo' spot and leavin it hot on swoll, nigga

How the hell you feel, we pimpin hoes in tight clothes



[Mr. Lucci]

Well I'm thankin bout bigger thangs(What?)

Bigger chain dawg bigger rings

Pimp wit a bigger grain

off a side of a bigger frame down a bigger lane

I'm a bigger mayne, nigga wit a bigger name

spittin bigger game

(What you is?)True pimp wit a bigger caine as I step through wit a bigger swang

I smoke bigger mo's, wit bigger pro's, and bigger hoes

and I stack bigger dough, floss bigger fro', ride bigger Vogues

And we pull, bigger jacks wit bigger gats and bigger cats

and we chief, bigger sacs, ride bigger 'Lacs, hang bigger plaques

And I cock bigger locks, break bigger glocks up off yo' spot

and we work bigger rocks, tote red beams, wit bigger dots

And what, plus bigger guts, and bigger wheels on bigger Trucks

and we sip bigger cups, man bigger skills dawg bigger nuts

And I'm on a bigger chase wit a bigger lake on a bigger place

Hmm, my team? Bigger taste, bigger beats wit a bigger bass

Wit some bigger thoughts, and some bigger bread and a bigger vault

man wit some bigger shit - Hunn, like a bigger walk and a bigger talk



[Chorus x2]



[Mr. Lucci]

Un, nigga how you feel wit twankie inches on yo' 'Lac(what...?)

Breakin bitches off wit 5th wheel up on yo' back nigga

Choppin up yo' game nigga, or poppin up yo' dane-a dane-a

100 percent southern raiser, motherfucker on another page

Let ya candy paint, drip and drop, and I'm off the lot wit ya trunk pop

and ya front screens, flip and flop, down the block, and it don't stop

Drop, 4 g's wit ease, down at 4 li's wit g's down at

and soon as I leave, auto crank the car wit my keys

And bet, anytime I see ya I got my sweet up blazin my weed up

Nigga full of that G stuff, 'Hen and Reefer wit sexier divas

Just call me the W-I-G-S-P,L-I-T-T-A

HEEEEEYYY chiefin my life away!

Won't ever change and front my style, fuck that I'm tryna clown

I'm talk talkin bout brangin you hits you can bang in yo' shit 4 years from now

It's trill so huh? It's goin down on the hill

reclinin and stackin mills, while shinnin in 'Lac Seville's, playa



[Chorus x2]