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We are all gathered here, today
To witness the funeral of this fine young specimen
A fine gentleman (oh, yes, he was), a pimp (it's fucked up)
Lord, have mercy, I did say a pimp, baby
This is not a sad occasion
This is something that we must all cherish
And hold within us as strength
But check it, enough of the small talk about the trick who died in the nine-deuce
It's the nine-tre, and it's all about my nigga 8Ball
Raised in Orange Mound, the roughest part of Tennessee
He's a new nigga on the block, and he got the whole block sold up
He pack a Gat, and them hoes say all that, so, check it out
If you wanna fuck with him? You better come prepared
But don't say Mr. Money didn't warn you about a nigga they call, "Mr. Big"
Yeah, you see, it's real fat for the nine-tre, Suave out, peace
Now, I was broke as a motherfucker, my life at the end, see
My so-called friends, they had no ends to lend me
My job at Mickie D's was fuckin' me with no grease
I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased
I quit my fuckin' job, I have no job, nigga
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn, I was nervous, but my fear didn't stop my strollin'
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck
I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked
Reachin' for my Glock, some niggas kicked me in my chest
My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death
I woke up at the med, still woozy from my jackin'
T-Money walked in, then he told me what had happened
I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well
He drove a red Jag', and I heard that he was bail
He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress
He said he killed the motherfuckin' niggas with his TEC
He offered me a job, said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it, dreamin' one day I would be Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
I hit the street slangin' yayo, when I sold up my block
Sellin' 8s, sellin' deals, sellin' 20 dollar rocks
Sellin' dimes, sellin' nickels to the junkies on my tracks
Gettin' my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack
Some nigga tried to jack me, but he only had a knife
A clip full of hollow tips took the bitch's life
Standin' on the track, my mobile rung and it was T
(Hello?) Yo, Eight, be in the park around 3:00, G (alright)
I met him at the park, he had a job for me again
Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in
Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five
I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine
Over time, my clientele rapidly increased
My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin' me
Cars and clothes kept me fuckin' different hoes
A fat bankroll was keepin' me cool with the 5-0's
I had niggas workin' under me to take the heat
I never touched the dope, makin' a hundred G's a week
I gained respect, I'm the biggest player of all time
Don't ever fuck with me, because I'm Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Chillin' at the club with T-Money and J-B
Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG
I had the bitches starin' at the twinkle of my diamonds
Drinkin' on this Yak, makin' my way to the back
When I saw this little woman lookin' hotter than the rest
With a long black weave and a tight red dress
I started conversatin', but she didn't want to talk to me
Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin' the
Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch think
Then she got up, now somethin' in the air stank
She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her
I got off the bed and grabbed the TEC from the dresser
Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, "Hey, punk!"
Then, I grabbed the girl 'cause some more niggas had busted in
Shot that bitch in the dome with my motherfuckin' chrome
Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg
When the cops busted in, I was layin' on the bed
Walked out of the room, did I go to jail? Hell, no
They can't stop me, long live Mr. Big, ho
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)