Big Pussy

Fuck you Fuck you, come up here then Oh, wow, big pussy You guys ready? Yo, yo Shut yo bitch ass up nigga, uh Fuck you to anyone that claim that they got me (Uh) When my heart was low, it turn to kami-kamikaze Respect was takin' back my gallery, I'm finna spaz (Yeah) The truth is everything we need, can we agree with that? (Yeah) The group is over without being on the album (Huh) I'm back and ready, Ciaran had to bring it out me (Huh) I love to hate but these days I'ma keep it classy (Huh) Niggas I made, I love to see them boys surpass me (Huh) Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty (Huh) Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be You gotta bring it if you gettin' on a track with me This shit a classic, ain't even been out a week The show is over nigga, please stop harassing me Stop asking me, it's bad enough for me to deal with this tragedy On my own (on my own, on my own, on my own) What? On my what? Oh, no, no, don't, no Listen to me nigga Ooh, boy, you still a bitch boy, you ain't doin' shit boy This that murder shit, boy, this that learn to destroy The label needed thirty-five minutes of music It's the true shit, faggot nigga out of Houston Doin', whatever the fuck I'm 'posed to do, yeah Moshing at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued yet Crowds go loco, we lean into their amusement After shows taking photos with all the new fans I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver Through the loose and dark and stupid kinda movements Injectin' hope into a generation of a lotta lonely motherfuckers sick of waiting We ain't taking all them punches to the fucking faces Just to let some fuck niggas come around and say some fake shit My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups, nobody move a muscle`