Mr. Big

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Spoken Word: MJG] 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 You wanna fuck with him? You better come prepared Don't say Mr. Money didn't warn you about a nigga they call Mr. Big You see, it's real fat for the nine-tre Suave out, peace [Verse 1: 8Ball] 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 TEC, 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 [Chorus: MJG & 8Ball] 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) [Verse 2: 8Ball & MJG] I hit the street slangin' yayo, then I sold up my block Sellin' 8s, sellin' deals, sellin' twenty 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, G" "Aight" I met him at the park, he had a job for me again Rob some Colombians, and get my ass in Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five I smoked them damn Colombians, 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 had me fuckin' different hoes A fat bank roll 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 Gs a week I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time Don't ever fuck with me, because I'm Mr. Big [Chorus: MJG & 8Ball] 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) [Verse 3: 8Ball] 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 bitch lookin' finer 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 thank 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 Grab my motherfuckin gun, "Hey, punk!" *pow pow* 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 up out the room, did I go to jail? Hell, no, they can't stop me Long live Mr. Big, ho [Chorus: MJG & 8Ball] 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)