Lyrics

[Joe Budden] Okay Dub It's, it's, it's (it's what?) It's that on Top Music [Hook] Because ya had to be a big shot, did ya'? Had to open up ya' mouth Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'? Had to prove it to the crowd You had to have the last word last night You know what everything's about Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'? Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'? [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, it's ya' boy boy, listen to 'em I think maybe the steroids is finally gettin' to him Or maybe it's people believin' all the hard raps Or maybe it's the tank top with the bra straps Maybe he's really believin' he's a heathen Like dude he stole his name from Dude ain't the same none Nuttin's hardbody about him, he's like puddin' So here we are beatin the floor it's White Goodmen Now I can sit and wait until your team dissolve Or I can go and get you picked, no screens involved I get you offed for a clip, no fiends involved Or we can take it one further, get Queens involved Where they know he went to Jail, never over a banger He went to bootcamp, not in pop wit the gangstas Sorta' like Yayo who stayed in P.C And you can ask anybody up in M.D.C But I guess he's a tough guy now that he's free But doin' that kind of jail time is easy But it's not beneath me, really I gives a fuck (and I could) Put the whole Unit on the next Nip and Tuck, BUT! He keep his dudes in check, I keep it real wit him Punched Banks in the face and he still wit 'em Don't worry 'bout me puttin' clips in the forty To pistol whip Lloyd when 50'll do it for me [Hook] Because ya had to be a big shot, did ya'? Had to open up ya' mouth Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'? Had to prove it to the crowd You had to have the last word last night You know what everything's about Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'? Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'? [Verse 2] Far as the kid Game, he's lame to say the least Mad he from the West, so he diverted to the East All he talk about, him and his mans that'll blast pounds But when you see him, he just dancin' in the background, I tore Game apart Thought by now the asshole would have a change of heart Especially since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on Change Of Heart Teary eyed 'cause his shorty got a change of heart But I smell something fishy, there's a con in the air Slacks, his tongue pierced, streaks blonde in his hair Who's he playin' wit? Keep sayin' shit And your body'll take the same tour Reagan's did Still tryna get a buzz, embarrassed, the kid's hurtin' Reachin', he's losin' his head, he's Nick Bergman And as far as Banks and Buck, I'm done discussin' 'em (Why?) I only beef with niggas who own publishin' Curtis you're a bum, and you're almost done Same artist you was dissin' exactly what you've become Saw him at Summer Jam, and all he did was stare Walked on stage, all you heard was cheer (They threw the chairs at him) Don't be seen no more, he's a queen no more And he can't even step foot in Queens no more Sellin' his soul, Banks hope you're proud of your father Now we all see the power of a dollar