Mr. Big

We are all gathered here today

To witness the funeral of this fine young specimen

A fine gentlemen, a pimp

Lord have mercy, I did say a pimp, baby

This is not a sad occasion

This is something that we must all cherish

And hold within us

That's dank

But check it, enough of the small talk

About the trick who died in a nine deuce

It's the nine tray, and it's all about my **** 8Ball

Raised Orange Mound

The roughest part of Tennessee

He's a new **** on the block

And he got the whole block sewed up

He pack a GAT, and the hoes say all that

So check it out

You wanna fuck with him, you better come prepared

But don't say Mr. Money didn't warn you 'bout a ****

They call, Mr. Big

Yeah, you see this real fat for the nine tray

Suave out, peace

Now I was broke as a motherfucker

My life at the end, see?

My so called friends, they had no ears to lend me

My job at MickyD's was fucking me with no grease

I worked so fucking hard but the money it never increased

I quit my fucking job, I have no job, ****

Put on the mask, get the glock, it's time to rob, ****

I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen

Damn, I was nervous, but my fear didn't stop my struggling

Then all of a sudden out of nowhere I was struck

I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked

Reaching for my glock, some **** kicked me in my chest

My eyes closed shut, and I thought I'd seen death

I woke up at the med, still woozy from the jacking

T Money walked in then 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 heard that he was bail

He said he was out rolling when he seen me in distress

He said he killed the motherfucking **** with his TEC

He offered me a job, said he'd front me what I needed

I said that I was with it

Dreaming 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 streets slanging yayo and I sewed up my block

Selling eighths, selling deals, selling twenty dollar rocks

Selling dimes, selling nickels to the junkies on my track

Get my dick sucked with the cross on the crack

Some **** tried to jack me, but he only had a knife

A clip full of hollow tips took the bitch's life

Standing on the track, my mobile rung and it was T

Hello?

Yo, 8 be at the park around three

Alright

I met him at the park, he had a job for me again

Rob some Colombians, and get my ass in

Hit for thirty birds, if I live I get five

I smoked them damn Colombians and then got what was mines

Overtime, my clientele rapidly increased

My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jocking me

Cars and clothes, catch me fucking different hoes

A fat bank roll was keeping me cool with the five oh

I had **** working under me to take the heat

I never touched the dope, making a hundred G's a week

I gain respect, I'm the biggest player of all time

Don't ever fuck with me because I'm 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

Chilling at the club, making money, NJB

Lil' Adrian and boo and my **** MJG

I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds

Drinking on the 'gnac, making my way to the back

When I saw this little woman looking harder than the rest

With a long black weave and a tight red dress

I started conversating but she didn't wanna talk to me

Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is sucking the

Dick of this **** that is smarter than the bitch think

Then she got up, now something in the air stink

She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her

I got off the bed and grabbed the TEC from the dresser

Stood by the door, when it opened **** came out

Cocked my motherfucking gun, hey punk!

Then I grabbed the bitch 'cause some more **** had busted in

Shot that bitch in the dome with my motherfucking chrome

Shot up all the **** but I took one in the leg

When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed

Walked out of the room, did I got to jail?

Hell no

They can't stop me, long live Mr. Big, ho

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