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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Last Mr. Bigg
The Last Mr. Bigg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Maurice Pears
Donald Maurice Pears
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.C Ryan Craig
A.C Ryan Craig
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Reporting live down in the Mazeville Newscenter KBD
The artist known as Mr. Bigg were to be released from prison today
And has caused an uprising in the prison system
I had a chance to speak to him today
And I asked him why did you do the things you did
You been revoked for three months
They say they have new evidence
Y'all bitches ain't got shit on me
I'll make y'all motherfuckers kill me, ****
It's all about the motherfuckin' KBD, ****
It's a goddamn homicide now
Fuck y'all motherfuckin' bitches
[Verse 1]
I started sellin' dope back in 1986
I bought a Cadillac and put them things on that bitch
The brains blowed out with the white leather seats
Fienders fiendin' for that butter 'cause that other shit is weak
I was only seventeen, had the neighborhood hooked
Had them stealin' out they crib 'cause my crack taste like ribs
I'm up in the mornin' with the rest of these rookies
You out here sellin' them dimes, bitch, I'm out here selling them cookies
I'm flyin' out of town, gettin' them things for twelve-five
Four hunnid four a ounce, and six-fifty when it's dry
Pyrex dishes in the motherfuckin' kitchen
Word around town, Mr. Bigg got them chickens
That **** bought a house for small by the lake
And gave his grandma sets of keys to the safe
Them jealous ass **** and them hoes start hatin'
They see my little sister drive a Benz to graduation
[Verse 2]
I'm trippin' on that Hennessy and I'm smokin' on them buds
I still got love for them **** sellin' them dubs
I remember when I used to do the same shit
Buy a half ounce and cut it up and sewed the block up
I can't put my Glock up, my Glock is my ho
And my ho go everywhere I go
Which one of you fake ass **** wanna harm me?
I said you better bring the Navy 'cause I'm finna bring the Army
Get your twelve white folks and take that shit to trial, bitch
[Bridge]
Y'all motherfuckers talkin' 'bout gettin' me twenty motherfuckin' years
I got four motherfuckin' lawyers standing right here
We'll strike this bitch up
And if that shit don't work out, I'll make y'all bitches kill me
In this motherfuckin' courtroom
So motherfuck you
Fuck the judge, fuck the DA and fuck all you weak ass bitches
[Verse 3]
I got to make a plan 'cause them laws is on my ass
I just got a bird and I gotta sell it fast
They know about the down payments on my third house
They know about the diamond in my little sister mouth
They know about the Benz and the black Pathfinder
They know about the vacation trip I took to China
They know about the ho I was fuckin' named Cathy
Heard she got busted with a bird in Tallahassee
[Verse 4]
And now they tryin' to say that the yay belong to me
I know they tryin' to get me 'cause these **** keep holdin' their nuts on me
Dickie suits and bullet proofs and steel toes
No fake ass ****, only some real hoes
I pack my shit 'cause it's time for me to go
I'm gettin' tired of them kickin' in my ma door
And even though they don't find shit, they talk shit
Askin' questions, sayin' how the fuck you bought this shit
And how the fuck you don't work, but drive different cars?
We got you on the interstate in a Jaguar
Where that dope and them motherfuckin' guns at?
We'll let you go, if you tell us where your son at
Shit, I don't know nothin', light it up and type it up
And tell the DA get ready 'cause we gon' strike it up
[Bridge]
Hello?
The damn police kicked my door in this mornin' lookin' for you, boy
Askin' me how I bought my house and my cars
And takin' pictures of our shit
So you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute
'Cause it's hot down here
Alright mama, I'll holla at you
[Verse 5]
I'm down in New Orleans with my auntie and my granny
The clean side of this Mister Bigg family
They know I'm on the run, so I can't use the phone
My motherfuckin' babies, they don't even know I'm gone
Lent my mama twenty thousand for my babies and the bill money
I'm in the attic smokin' weed 'cause I think this shit is still funny
Make 'em kill me or turn myself in
Shit, I'm facin' life in the goddam pen
The DA wanna see a **** fry
Bringing **** back from the pen to testify
Yeah, I bought some guns from him, yeah, he sold me some dope
**** tellin' on me that I never even seen before
Everybody wanna sell dope and try to get rich
Out on the corner just waitin' to get indicted
You told on yourself, then you told on me
You might have heard of me, but you ain't never bought no bird from me
Pussy ass **** got this game fucked up
Tellin' on **** just to get their time cut
A SKS with the magnifying scope
If you wanna fuck with me, bitch, you better gets them white folks
[Bridge]
Yeah, motherfucker
You bitches thought you could hold a **** like me down, baby
But I can't motherfuckin' be stopped
It's gonna take a lot more motherfuckin' white folks to take a **** like me down
Bitch, I'm ridin' with the KBD RV
Dinah Bay
Birdsville
And my motherfuckin' **** off at work, baby, shit
[Outro]
All you hoes and all you ****
Better take that shit to motherfuckin' trial
I say all you hoes and all you ****
Better take that shit to motherfuckin' trial
All you hoes and all you ****
Better take that shit to motherfuckin' trial
All you hoes and all you ****
Better take that shit to motherfuckin' trial
Take that shit to trial, bitch, take that shit to trial, bitch
Take that shit to trial, bitch, take that shit to trial
Written by: The Last Mr. Bigg
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