Big Shot

Lyrics

[Intro: Ran Reed & Sample] Uh-huh, check it Ran Reed Big shot, big shot [?] Yeah, uh Big shot, big shot [?] Big shot, big shot [Verse 1] Now come take a journey with this hit nigga Ran As I shake shit up like a quiz in Japan It's time to blow the world up But first time I'm goin', pick your girl up And make the toes curl up When will you understand? You can't compete I'm too sweet like a [?] My ill type of language shocks ya Then knocks ya off your feet like the Cisco Strictly Hip Hop, fuck the artificial disco How far will this go? Well who knows As long as niggas recognize the Ran packs flows Like your girl's packin' rubber when she's onto cream All she wants is some food and a place to sleep I took her ass to the Radisson Big up to all my niggas that be dwellin' out in Paterson It's somethin' new, showin' you just how we do I make you say ''Ooh ooh'' 'cause I represent the true I catch ears when I'm speakin', fry like the Jeekin Just half black, half Puerto Rican Got your girlie peekin', why? 'Cause she know who be the boss man Yo face the fuckin' facts, you took a loss man Like the Horsemen, Ran'll leave you headless If you ever try to diss, your brain I'ma twist Ain't no competition when it comes to the straight And in a child's book you should've stayed [Chorus: Ran Reed & Sample] Big shot, big shot I'm droppin' niggas on the spot If you ever try to diss me, [?] Big shot, big shot I'm droppin' niggas on the spot If you ever try to diss me, [?] Big shot, big shot I'm droppin' niggas on the spot If you ever try to diss me, [?] Big shot, big shot I'm droppin' niggas on the spot If you ever try to diss me, [?] [Verse 2] Feelin' hurt is the mode and mood that I got you in Like Biggie said I got that ass loose in oxygen You can't breath, your heart's beatin' too fast You catch a stomach ache like when you're eatin' too fast I told you don't be fuckin' with the nigga who rips Put the flip scripts like bloods and cribs It's time to lay the cards on the table Fuck you, your weak budget and your wack ass label Unable to handle all the pressure that I hit you with Can't maintain, so now you shootin' dope in your veins Just goes to show you're weak minded Searchin' for your soul but you just couldn't find it Every song I made, best believe it got rewinded Never fast forward and write a rap Open up the skull then I pour it in just like juice Hit you with the double nodes and like a double deuce I intoxicate pussy ass niggas beggin' for the microphone But they gots to wait until I'm straight and content I'm leavin' suckas bent And every word I said, best believe that I meant My raps is the weapon, makin' hits is how I let off You tried to play me out so I had to chop your head off [Chorus: Ran Reed & Sample] Big shot, big shot I'm droppin' niggas on the spot If you ever try to diss me, [?] Big shot, big shot I'm droppin' niggas on the spot If you ever try to diss me, [?] Big shot, big shot I'm droppin' niggas on the spot If you ever try to diss me, [?] Big shot, big shot I'm droppin' niggas on the spot If you ever try to diss me, [?] [Outro: Ran Reed & Sample] Big big s... big big s... There it is yo Big shot, big shot If you ever... Big shot, big shot If you ever... Big shot, big shot...