mr. big

now

i was broke as a muthafucka

my life at the end see

my so called friends

they had no ends to lend me

my job at mickie ds was fuckin' me with no grease

i worked so fuckin' hard

but the money

it never increased

i quit my fuckin job

i had no job nigga

put on the mask

get the gloc

it's time to rob nigga

i hit the streets

but no victim had been chosen

damn i was nervous

but my fear wouldn'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 tech

the bullets hit 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 and 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 knew that he was bale

he said he was rollin when he seen me in distress

he said he killed the muthafuckin niggas with his tech

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!

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

i hit the street slanging yayo

then i sold up my block

sellin 8

sellin deals

sellin $20 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 bitches' life

standin on the track

my mobile rung and it was t

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