the judges were paid by big shots [VERSE 5] Listen, it's not hard to take charge Life of a big shot is extra large Strictly do or die, makin moves direct Cause a big shot
wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate-az tryin me Hoes is a-bidein me Media ride me King
the big bad ass Spice 1 and King T High siding and westside riding Got my nigga from the feezee up in this beezee We doing big thangs in the nine seezee
Verbal assault mangle, handle with caution the city caught vandal Visas guys get big in proportions Technical an author of classic style portrets Armed like swordfish them I can eat up Your future shot
stupid face without expression Like in a mahlerian symphony And today the sun is very fine The air is very light While you are like a big shit And
will never stop wildin Pit Fighting and rockwilding! "Common Sense gonna tell ya!" [Common] Picture a king Wit heater, holy book, and big rings Real niggas doin big
the "Nolia Clap" It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap I got these shots for you haters (c'mon) Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor
fuck a black In fact I got the 411, so you can buy a gun Lench Mob's got the devil on the run, down with King Sun (And we bring fun to all ages Short
[Defari] I - fell from the sun with a fire tongue Burned a thousand beats, now I'm wanted for fifty tons - Of RAW, pure, uncut dope My rhymes are Columbian
proceed To give you what you need It's been so long It's been so real So magnificent, thank you [Diddy:] Tell me who shot Big (who shot Big) And take
more calm when I'm about to split your arm in Put a hole so big in your noggin That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin
when I'm about to split your arm in Put a hole so big in your noggin That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin' for
fullest until the day that I'm done So hood where we live where my niggas sold drugs and they rich we rap in the sun [Verse: 4 Big Boi] Better smack
lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, that?s what?s up, Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked, Under the California sun, impalas and big
sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather Streets is mine, we gon' live forever Get it together 'Pac is watchin, Big is listenin Eazy is talkin to us, Big
cheap fur on? Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin and shit nigga [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, it was the night before he got popped Big jars of haze
