Little Big Man

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill] It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherfuckin` nigga Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger Straight from the motherfuckin` G To the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin` ho I had to come up strong to get where I'm at Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back Back in the day I used to play with Tonka toys Now I'm paid and shootin` dice with the big boys Shoot a G, bet a G, now watch me hit a lick I ain't worryin` about no shit because I packed my shit I pull my shit and take a shit cause that's the way I do it And when it comes to handlin` shit, there ain't nothin` to it Bushwick Bill, the motherfuckin` thinkin` nigga Gotta stay smart, to keep me from sinkin` nigga Cause if you sleep, you'll get beat, on the street Understand, get it that's the plan, from the Little Big Man (Yeah.. hahhh.. come again! Uh, yeah..) (Peep game) [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] Now when it comes to bitches I play games with they minds Cause once you get that head, you gon' get the pussy any time And it's a proven fact I'm hittin` bitches from the back, Bushwick Bill Neighborhood - mack In and out the crib like a motel Fucked her so well, the ho had to go tell Her friend and then I fucked her too Got 'em both claimin` that they in love wit you know who Now what am I to do, but pass her to the crew And let the fellas get that ass and bust a couple of nuts or two Cause that's the way we do it, fella The Little Big Man, takin` bitches to that other level! (Yeah.. uh, uh, uh, ahh) [Verse 3: Bushwick Bill] How many motherfuckers wanna test the B-U-S-H-W-I-C-K, blowin` niggas away, clickin` every day Cuttin` niggas up, into Kibbles 'N Bits and shit Gougin` out your fuckin` eyeballs and then I skull fuck you, bitch Hey nigga, don't you know, today's the first day In the last moments of your life, run and tell your fuckin` wife Little nigga, little nigga, pullin` trigger, gettin` bigger Gravedigger bury nigga like me how the fuck you figure There's nothin` worse than being, caught up in a gridlock With a fuckin` dread lock, cause you know I bust shot Notty dred, notty dred, come slave driver Buck 'em dead, buck 'em dead, Bushwick gettin` liver Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, BUCK, watch dem fall fast Little Big Man, buck buck, bustin` 'nuff ass! Wheel it again Selector Diesel Rap-A-Lot comin` da ragamuffin style, nineteen-ninety-tree Four five and year two t'ousand Givin` you what you want, much more Little Big Mon, come again selector Yes, yes, yes that's how we like it more time Rap-A-Lot wit da music nice an' sweet, y'knahmsaid Givin` it to you straight from de heart of de street Fifth Ward Texas, aI Rap-A-Lot since I was a tot yes Givin` you what I got, Bushwick Bill, yes Make de riddim swing no Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes Little Big Mon just gettin` buckwild yes Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes Little Big Mon 'im gettin` buckwild yes Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes...