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Ayo, ayo, check it out
This is for my real thuns
Holdin' it down, for my thuns up north
Yo, keep it gangsta, man
Who the fuck ready?
Nah, I'm on, fucker
Come, who the fuck?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, we in the guns, money, and sex
You know we deep niggas love them bunnies on X
We love when niggas front, 'cause we love to thump
We do that shit for hours, days, and months
And we do not play (uh), and we do not stunt
We pull out them four pounds, 'cause we not no chumps
My dogs are champs, your dogs are chumps
Your niggas get imp, homeboy, you get stomped
Infamous come around, the bitches get up
My niggas jump on them, let's get this shit crump
Make it bang, do I think, check this, nigga
For weeks, we don't sleep, nah, we make hits
And beef, we don't sleep, nah, we do tricks
That make you disappear with them things from my hips
We hard, we large, we mob
QB's finest, them motherfuckin' niggas in charge, come on
And when you bustin' on, buckin' on, dunkin' on niggas
Who got your back?
That's me
And when you cut them punk-ass niggas, them bitch-ass niggas
Who did that?
Me
And God forbid if you was to die
Who would you be taking that ride with?
Just me
And nigga, that's just how it is (uh-huh)
Now tell them who it is
The B-I-G N-O-Y-D (ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo)
See, I'm a gangster, that's me
You know, from the cradle to the grave, that's how it be
And nigga, fuck the heat wave, no, ain't no in the wave that heat
Lay the few niggas down and make way in the street
Patrol to your dome, homes, you don't want beef
Get at y'all niggas reds when a kid gotta eat
Cut school, but you know I made moves in the street
And cut a dude, almost got me a one to three
And niggas ain't crime, nah, they rhyme about the streets
They stuntin' and get cut, somethin' not sweet
'Cause our guns don't meet, nigga, the block of the ave
Whether shootin' or stabbin', I got wolves on your ass
Sittin' back, countin' this independent gas
Infamous droppin', you poppin', got it in the smash
But y'all on our dick, y'all wildin'
You better slow down, homeboy, this Queensbridge house
And when you bustin' on, buckin' on, dunkin' on niggas
Who got your back?
That's me
And when you cut them punk-ass niggas, them bitch-ass niggas
Who did that?
Me
And God forbid if you was to die
Who would you be taking that ride with?
Just me
And nigga, that's just how it is
Now tell them who it is
The B-I-G N-O-Y-D
Uh-huh, this is how we rock
You faggots don't front, and you won't get shot
'Cause we don't run the fast, we run through them blocks
We're hammers in our hand to blow your top
Nobody snitch, nobody get popped
'Cause niggas turn states when shit get hot (nah)
Now my dogs, they find your homes
Carry nines and leave four and five up in your dome
Leave it alone, I'm too real for you
Not hearing you, dog, and none of that bullshit you on
I'm out for the gusto and trust nobody
So therefore you'll get body
Quick, come on, son, you know the style is sick
You know I'm thorough, you know the goddamn borough I rep
You know I'm Q to the B to the C to death
You know I'm laying these niggas to rest (you know what time it is, uh)
And when you bustin' on, buckin' on, dunkin' on niggas
Who got your back?
That's me
And when you cut them punk-ass niggas, them bitch-ass niggas
Who did that?
Me
And God forbid if you was to die
Who would you be taking that ride with?
Just me
And nigga, that's just how it is (uh-huh)
Now tell them who it is
The B-I-G N-O-Y-D