Текст песни Suga & Pac, Puff & Big (6 Fig) - Big Tymers , B.G.

Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin' rounds (uh)
Two livin' legend paper chasers from uptown
'Bout money and bitches, puttin' haters in ditches (yeah, yeah)
We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions
Our relationship, like Moses and Jesus (holla, holla)
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin' between us
Two black young kingpin's, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us

Nigga ridin' shinin', me and my nigga be sippin'
The finest wine and spendin' G's, makin' trips
Back and forth to Texas, we flyin', tryin' to make a mill' y'all
'Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball 'til we fall"
Fuck with B, you bringin' B.G. all the way out there
Fuck with me G you bringin' Baby all the way out there
Since 92', 93', our love been there (yeah)

We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggas share
I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
Suga Slim just signed a million dollar contract
Lil' Choppa Capone thuggin' quick to bust yo' head
Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops (yeah)
Way I bust it, look like Suge and 'Pac

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock six figs'
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock a million

Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. comin' through like assault rifle machine guns
Worth more money than these niggas could wonder
You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
Comin' through a dark tunnel, a black on black Hummer
It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
We both got three or four bitches we bank at first (gotta be at home)

Embassy playboy, to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga, we tighter than stitches
He the motherfuckin' rapper, and I'm the game spitter
And if you fuck with him, I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin' in peace
It ain't nothin' in this industry gon' fuck with Baby and little B.G., with Mannie Fresh beats

With Suga Slim's brain's behind all this heat
And my Hot Boyz strapped ridin' right beside me
Nigga, I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
I'll bet my Rolex with my bezel nigga, to yo' cable bill
It ain't nothin' in this industry could fuck with Cash Money (nothin' to shit, y'all)
'Cause we keep it real nigga (believe that)

Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock six figs'
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run (Uptown)
Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock a million, what? (Yeah)

I got love for my nigga, Baby
He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me
Now we ballin', livin' swell, it's gravy
'Cause I'm gettin' my shine on, don't you hate me?
B.G. and Baby, livin' good for
We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog (nah)
Fuck with me and my boy, I wish you would dog
We ridin' dirty, and I'll put that on the hood dog

Now, what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?
What make these niggas think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
My brother Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes (blinks) at one time
Nigga, I'm gon' shine 'til die
Me and this nigga been together since he was 12

Hangin' out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin' my beeper ring bells (we owned it all)
Now, I knew this young nigga would end up swell
I used my mind to keep him writin' rhymes
'Cause I knew he a be major at one time
Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G (B.I.G)
Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock six figs' (Uptown)
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock a million
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G (Uptown)
Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock six figs'
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Nigga, Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock a million, ha?

Ain't nothin' could fuck with us playboy (uh, uh, uh, uh)
We take it how you want it, that's the issue, nigga
We clockin' it's all gravy
If it ain't about that money, we ain't havin' seein' no bitches (dig, that)
We doin' what we got to do, we clockin' G's (play that)
Lil' Antoine, my lil' partner from Tennessee (okay)
It's all gravy, playboy, how you love that nigga?

We clockin', playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga (playin' right)
Get it how you live playboy
How you love that, nigga? (Shit)
If it don't make money, it don't make sense, nigga
I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece
How's that look, nigga? That's a hundred (that's a hundred)
I done put two hundred G's on my grill (you did that)

My dog Fresh, 'bout to redo his shit (you did that)
Nigga, we just gon' have gold and hoes
How you love that playboy?
Drankin' Crystal, poppin' bottles (huh)
Niggas ain't drankin' Tanqu-zay no more (we ballin')
Niggas wearin' rangs, cost twenty G's (caught up with this shit)
Niggas earrings cost 'em twenty G's (keep it real)

Niggas rims cost 'em ten G's (what else than keepin' it real?)
Nigga homes costin' two million
Nigga hoes gettin' furs, nigga hoes gettin' 'gators (I don't know what them niggas told them motherfuckers)
Niggas just, dumpin' player haters (just keep it real)
It ain't no thang boy, how you love that nigga?
Believe that, boy

Man, I love yo' momma (love yo' momma)