Big Mike

Hey, this shit is somethin serious, boy
Check it out

(Chorus)
Creepin and rollin, you know what time it is
Oh yeah, a brother has gotta get down for his

(Verse 1)
What's happenin, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my man?
Once again I know what you're thinkin, once again I know what your plan
Is, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for years
But now I'm changin gears
Fixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new home
Polishin up my chrome
For your ass cause I'm back up on the block
1994 and I ain't sellin no more rocks
Back with a sack and niggas know I pack
A glock, so stop before I put you on your back
Down with S-A, the place where the best play
Best pray if your chest ain't where your vest lay
Southside rollin wide-sized
Bitches say we high-side because we pass by
You don't speak, but she's just another freak
Cause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeks
And I rather not waste my time, I just mash out
Blowin big smoke in the glasshouse
Two deep, me and my nigga O.D.
Smokin swisher sweets comin up on Scott Street

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I deal with the five S's before every Monday
Shit, shower and shave, and serve on Sundays
And it's funny how these hoes be jockin ours
Because I'm rollin in a candy-blue glasshouse
Gold Shoes on my hoe
Thinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo' do's
And brand-new Vogues
And a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshow
Breakin em off a proper piece
And the shit won't stop until the jockin cease
So follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flip
My cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Now I got you interested
And everybody wanna see the man, the Peterman
Little kids wanna be the man
And grow up and fuck hoes
And rock shows, ride Vo's, and slam mansion do's
Nigga, cause it's like that
Growin up on flat, havin dreams of livin fat
And I can't do it no other way
Doin it the southern way
So fuck what another say
G to the e to the to to the o
To the B to the o to the y to the s's
Houston, Texas where niggas get restless
And wreckless, no easy access, don't test us
Nigga, recognize where the best is
Fool

Creepin, rollin, you know what time it is
Clownin and strollin, gotta get down for his

(Chorus)

Oh yeah
Doin this thing like this
Roll em up
Palms up in the air
Yeah, that's right
Let the sun hit it
Back for it like this, you know
Cause they thought I wasn't comin back
Still doin the same thing
Yeah
Creepin, rollin
You know what time it is
I'm just
Clownin, strollin
You know

(feat. Scarface)

Push, push, push, push...
Here it comes...
It's - it's a girl

(Big Mike:)
1971 a young girl gave birth
Only a child, bringin another child on this earth
Only 15 years of age
But comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page
See, that's the way shit go
And to the government she ain't nothin but another hoe
Thinkin all she want is food stamps
Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps
And mama's gettin mad
Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast
Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama
Wanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama
And life is so confusin to her
Askin herself why is this happenin to her
So now she gotta choose
Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes
Never had to make that choice before
Never heard a baby's voice before
And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found
Too busy bein a hoe around town
He just fall into another statistic
Claimin black men don't do shit
But that's the way it is
And little do they know daddy also sheds tears
Cause he don't know what to do
Be a father to his child, or run with a crew
You might say: easy choice, be a father
But why should he do it when his father didn't bother?
Just another sample, I guess
Of black men settin bad examples
Thinkin deep about the whole thing
Takes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring
And askes her to marry her
Promise to get a job, so he can carry her
Thinkin that's the way to do it
But little do they know that there's much more to it
Cos marriage is demandin
It takes lots of patience and understandin
But they go and tie the knot anyway
And they'll be gettin their own crib anyday
The first couple of months were alright
A new crib, adaptin to a new life
But then came the arguments
And the constant fightin got em thrown out their appartment
So now they gotta move in with her moms
And that just adds to the muthafuckin problems
Cause now he's feelin like he failed
And while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails
Smooth out the do', black
And never takes another look back
Now grandma's house is an unhappy home
Now that daddy's gone

(Scarface:)
Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka
And left the job to be done by my mother's mother
Raised up by grandmother ???
Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance
So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two
Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke
He didn't even want my friendship
I guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with
Too lit to come around with his drunk ass
And beatin up my mom with his punk ass
And shit got dread
I guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad
So here it is, brothers
If you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas
Cause if you don't in due time
Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine
So do yourself a favor
Take your kids to the park, buy em shit, and they'll pay you later
But payin's not the issue
If you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you
So put away your caddy
Call your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy
Cause if you don't you'll be alone
And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone

(Verse 1)
My lil' partner be talkin about it's been approximately
Five years and four months from the day
That all these niggas done came up around his way, what can he say
You can ask Shelley, and even she'll say (hey)
These niggas be callin themselves big shots ever since he been away
Even Dante got a little size upon his chest
Maybe it's from the reinforced teflon vest
But nevertheless, he takes it all in stride
Talkin about (these niggas got theirs, it's only right that I gets mine)
Nah, don't go near them niggas, son, you might get shot
Believe me when I tell you: things ain't the same on the block
They got glocks and shit done changed
For a buck and some change
They might blow out your muthafuckin brains
These niggas ain't thinkin when they're tryin to get a piece
The only peace you better get is of mind
And stay your ass inside
Wide eyes actin sheif and shitty
For attention hoe-ass niggas'll have a mortician ready to fit me
For a suit and casket, it's gettin drastic
My nigga got hit in his shit, some say he was askin
For trouble, true, and he found it with a .44 mag
They took him out in his jag (yo man went out bad)
Such a sad, sad song if you ask me
Blood on his t-shirt and khakis, brain in the back seats
(Goddamn) that's exactly what I said
But now my nigga's dead behind that fast life that he led
Shedded some tears, but they all got wiped away
I love my nigga, I put his name on my license plate
I live my life this way cause that way'll get a nigga stank
No more smokin dank on suicide quests for bank
I puts it down on tape and reap the benefits
Like the smart niggas who grew up and quit that shit
Life is precious, cherish it while you have it
It's enough loot to go around for everybody to live lavish

(Chorus)
Everybody wants a name
Everybody wants the fame
People playin suicide games
Tell me who's to blame
For all the pain and things
That we can't explain

(Verse 2)
Partner, it's cold outside, and the temperature's steady droppin
But these niggas ain't stoppin as long as drugs sales are poppin
They clockin a grand a day, muthafuck what the man will say
Villains kidnappin to kill a nigga, and they plans to stay
So when I sleep, I sleep with one eye closed
Cos the fellas ain't the only ones schemin, even fly hoes
I knows this, I seen it all in their fangs
I stay alert cause muthafuckas do dirt with half a chance
And I plans to be around, not six feet in the ground
Kickin back with other blacks enjoyin the sound
Of our kids comin up in a similar fashion
Makin it happen, gettin theirs without askin
Until then I keep on rollin with the punches
Collectin dough in bunches, layin my head on plush shit
A hunch kid,'ll get your ass a long stay
But a little bit of faith'll carry a nigga a long way

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Now, show me a man who ain't afraid to die, and I show you five
Choose a rule, so partner, choose your side
Recognize with your own eyes this ain't no false statement
I'm from New Orleans, where bullshit ain't shakin
You gots to qualify, be down to die
These punk-ass niggas around my way thinkin they hard made it hot outside
You got your pride, I got my love
I'm too swift with the gift, you find no blood on my black glove
Now I'm above all that chitter-chatter
But a year ago you was about to throw a blow, now tell me what's the matter
Collect the data, I had a year to put this out
I got one more bomb in my palm, now bet I miss your house
Now is you is or is you ain't?
Ready to put your goddamn life on the line for that bank
You better think, but partner don't think too long
My people stay strong, we know where we belong

(Chorus)

Hmm, heh, stay wiv me

(Chorus:)

Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (I gots ta have it)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made

Time plans change and change comes with time
Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine
Had to do some crime
With the attitude of not givin a fuck
Born with no luck, refuse to stay stuck
I make the bucks
Did what I had to, I did what I could
My rise to the top was no surprise cos I knew dat I would
make it, oh, the chance I had to take it
Fake it, never
because that nigga was too clever
If there ever was a motherfuckin die for his crime
it had to be me, the B-I-G Mike and he straight G
Come sun down, come sun up, gun up
for dem niggas who wanna run up
wishin my colly came up short, that nigga done what?
Fool, you think black nigga don't go for no losses
I had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo' horses
Down wit neighbourhood bouncers I made a connection in rows
Laid up with elbows in vogues
I just kick back and stack rows and hoes

(Chorus:)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Stay wiv me)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made

Times are changin, I'm livin my life in and out the dope, black!
Loungin here and there somethin screamin in my ear
"Michael go back home!" but I ain't really sure, black
I gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that
Comin up short, swangin by the tail-in
Thinkin of a masterplan, this nigga's bailin
down the road and I promise not to look back
at what I once had, what I have now, would've left left when I was two,
black
Shook that, now I'm in my own realm
Controllin shit, kickin it, never knew life could be so damn well
I got mine, everything feelin lime
Time for a change and change comes with time

(Chorus:)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (They done)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (Hmm!)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Fool!)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made

Lock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin key
That's the way they punish me, motherfuck society
I can spend a century in a penetentiary
it won't make a difference G
cos ain't nobody missin me
Round and round and round we go, a diff'rent day, a diff'rent face
Damn I wish I could run away, I hate this motherfuckin place
Too many goddamn rules that's why I quit school
Givin me a quickie test, I ain't no damn fool
Can't walk out my house because they always in my face
And if I step outta place, they wanna give me a case
Ain't no difference between society and a jail house
Everybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out
Just cos you ain't locked down you think you got it good
but you better think again cos the police are checkin niggas in the
neighbourhood
beatin our ass down
Cos society is just like the pen so get ready for the lock-down
Clock now while you can, man huh
cos it's all about havin thangs
An' I'ma get mine fool!
Time for a change and change changes with time

(Chorus:)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Hmm)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(x4)

(feat. Big Mike, DMG & Yukmouth)

Verse 1:
(DMG)
You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,
I'm from the hood
Nigga,
I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas
And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'
I put it down yes
Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields Nigga
These Niggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga
This a Glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
Whut's up Nigga?
These sirenes start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creepin, seekin'
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G
And I bring the B-O-M-B-?
Nigga

Chorus
(Yukmouth)
It's In My Blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustelers
And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that Nigga bug, Nigga
It's In My Blood
Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers
Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!

Verse 2:
(Yukmouth)
It's in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when shit was crackin'
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,
stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we love money
I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga,
would you like to be a Nigga too
Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do
You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My Niggas just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear,
and fuck with your mind
Nigga

Chorus

Verse 3:
(Big Mike)
Niggas betray themselves as low key,
broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was
Nothin' nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush,
bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point,
not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood

Chorus x2

(VERSE 1: Big Mike)
On the real, baby, I ain't got no ends
Yeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz
You ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin
Cause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin
Then he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it
Anything I make, my baby always gets a share of it
Yeah, a young nigga tryin to make it
And it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it
And it ain't even gotta be like that
Gettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat
Used to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch
Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit
Or that nigga that you stayin with, layin with
But on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with
Cause when I'm dead
Ain't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit
Nine times out of ten they don't
Nine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't
So baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games
Cause hoe games equals no game

(CHORUS: female background singer)
Comin (comin)
Comin (comin)
Comin on the real
(Comin on the real)

(VERSE 2: Big Mike)
What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious
To jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience
Think I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows
The only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro
Huh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on
Ain't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes
I'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack
I got fans, you got the police on your back
But I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same
So don't knock me cause I'm in a different game
See, it's still about comin up
Still about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up
Different game, same atttitude
Everybody wanna take shots at the badder dude
But it don't matter, dude, on how you feel
Cause I still kick back and make a mill
And that's on the real

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Big Mike)
Shake em up and let the dice roll
I bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold
Fight sole on the peewees
Be makin em raise up when I hit seven easy
See me makin muthafuckas break theyself
To the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself
Fool, what you think this is?
I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years
Huh, and in my dreams I seen
That life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene
It's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours
And that's what I'm strivin for
And with God on my side
Ain't none of that hard to find
And that's on the real

(CHORUS)

what's happening mister big man with all your money and cars
i see you walking around like you's a motherfucking star
expensive clothes high class hoes
right now you're on top of the world i suppose
claiming that you're macking but i know that you ain't
the only time you can pull a hoe is when you (pulling) out your bank
taking (on) my (wine) and my gang and shit
so you can get your dick wet mister slick
but after all that yo you still can't keep her
'cos a nigga likes myself can come along and sweep her
and have her screaming oh big mike
nigga you slanging them dollars but you ain't slanging that dick
why now you know i (???) your hoe so now you run and get your pistol
madder than a bitch screaming that i dissed you
but nigga i ain't diss you you know the story joe
don't check the motherfucking pimp check the hoe

now baby's playing for your money you're playing her for her drawers
she takes your money brings it to me i'm playing both of y'all
who's the mack who's the motherfucking pimp
who's the motherfucking man and who's the motherfucking simp
it ain't me 'cos i ain't giving up a penny
steady fucking her while you be giving up plenty
now nigga tell the truth i ain't a dunce
out of the six times i fucked her you might have fucker her once
and after you caught a nut you had to get up prime time
and take her to the nearest store so she could spend your dough
every time you fucked her you got to pay a fee
and oh yeah thanks for getting her hair done for me g
it looked good when she came over the other day
sucking on my dick all i could see was her hair anyway
remember that shirt that she bought you on your birthday
i got two of those and pair of pants and shoes on the first day

huh i'm just a playa y'all

now every time you see her you want to grab her butt
and act like you love her but she don't give a fuck
don't want to meet your friends don't to drive your benz
just want to get your ends and then she's gone again uh
flipping on a mission with another nigga you know
even though you try your hardest you can't figure this so
seen it before but you still laying down for the tramp
gave you some pussy got you sprung and then she just up and (vamp)
now tell me what that be like
bought her some shit to wear (???) for her hair she with me right
face it nigga that's the way you made her
the bitch that she is to day but me i'm a playa

I got a thorn in my side and I wish someone would pull it
I'm thinking about giving this motherfucker a bullet
But I ain't going out like that
I got too much at stake
To let myself be brought down by these snakes
They fake
and everybody know it
Hell, they be tryin' they best not to show it
But it coming out like sweat from they pores
I sees 'em everywhere with these 5 dollar hoes
Callin' for a war but they don't want no trouble
If I really had my way I'd spank that ass on the double
These niggas mumble, Conversations with they partners
But, they best-a take vacations
Before the catch hot ones
They whereabouts, I always know
And little do they know I got niggas ready to blow up they homes
But I'm-a tell my niggas to freeze that
Ain't no need to go to jail or hell behind these fucking thieves, black
Fuck that (See these niggas ain't right, it's about time we all get hype)
We'll see 'em on the street when it's meant to be when the time is right
But until then, stay cool only time'll tell
When it's time to make these motherfuckers raise up and bail
Set sail
Get the fuck up off the block nigga
Or better yet, gimme what the fuck you got
I want everything
from the dope to G's, expensive clothes, elbows in vogues and Lexus keys

(chorus)
We sendin' letters to bitches who were about to get-get it
Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it
Let it
Be your first fuckin' lesson
Zero tolerance for niggas disrespecting leather connections...

Now I hear they got several niggas out to get me
Puttin' out hits G, but to me they talkin' shit, see
Cause they ain't holdin' a motherfuckin' thing
Neither him, his hood or his motherfucking gang
They let gunshots ring
Every day and every night
But they ain't hittin' shit, cause they ain't hittin' Mike
They try with all their might, but I watch 'em all fall, big or small
I'm-a fade 'em all, fool
Call me crazy but I don't give a damn
It's obvious to me, that they don't know who I am, cause see
Them payback niggas don't go for no losses
I do some wicked ass shit and watch niggas fall in coffins, often
So don't try and test the Black, my knock
I bust back into the motherfuckin' ??New Jack?? I stack
Every night and every day
And don't give a damn to what these hoe-ass niggas say

(chorus 2nd version)
We're sending letters to bitches who were about to get-get it
Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it
Let it
Be your first fucking lesson
zero tolerance for disrespect leather connections
I'm exing
these motherfuckers out like wrong answers
Get a grip, I got a hold on your ass like cancer
Make 'em dance, I make niggas do gymnastics
Pull and try to cash this
Set 'em down in caskets, yeah

It's been a whole year and I still ain't fall down
My shit still circulate through y'all town
It's a small town but, compared to other cities
It really don't matter cause the situation's still shitty
Or will they get the motherfucking picture
And if I shoot and miss, then I'm-a have to get ya, hit ya
With something real, something harder to steal
Something serious nigga, that I know you'll feel, now
How many motherfuckers gonna fall when I come around
How many motherfuckers like y'all gonna hear the sound
I thunder on your motherfucking back
Like a whip when I flip
You'll hear that bitch crack your back
You bitch ass niggas don't want no static
I'll leave you feenin' like an addict when I work my magic
It's like voodoo
Coming from that swamp
I might do you
You'll get your ass stomped

(repeat 2nd chorus)

These niggas ain't feelin us

It's the best kept secret, baby

Down south
We got women on the beach
Swerve on streets
Players ridin drop
And the flips won't stop

(Verse 1)
Now tell me what y'all know about a player like me comin through steppin
I'm wreckin, New Orlean'an, and in 1984 turned Texan
Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself
Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt
With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game
I had to pass em by cause it really wasn't my thing
Now don't you wanna scream it like you mean it
To them fools who said I couldn't do it
The ones that said that if I left the group, then I'd be ruined
Keep on doin what you're doin
That's what my conscience said, use your head, and you'll win
Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn't really my niggas
They reneged, they couldn't stand to see me get big in the business
That's why they player-hated me
Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee?
It never faded me cause I know where my head is at
Know where I'm headed at, that's why I keep on makin...

(Chorus)
Now the deeper the root
The bigger the square of the loot
When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool
I'm speakin the truth, partner, seek and you'll find
Southern dialect, I'm regulatin, that's how I gets down for mine

(Verse 2)
It's on to the break of dawn
So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes
That's puttin these knots in my pocket? I'm
About to rock until I can't no mo'
I'm takin this here all the way to the bank for dough
Cause y'all know, as long as players turn into rappers
And rappers turn into actors, all these broads'll be gettin atcha
Now which non-believin MC wanna see what time it is?
The rhymin wizard's about to show you haters what southern rhymin is
I'm bombin kids, I show no mercy on a braveheart
Put it down in '94, and never gave thought
Caught every ???, every ass, checks got cashed
Fools got slung like the trash, I mash
>From the scene, never seen by no witnesses
Partner, don't try to play dumb, look, you know what this is
Quit the biz cause y'all ain't ready for the outcome
No doubt, son, I'm from the south, and never lost a bout, son

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(Verse 3)
Now, don't step, or you'll get ruined, mayn
I got you trippin on the way a soldier's like me over here doin things
You knew the game, but you blew it again
Now the head honcho is back, so non-believers, hand over your ring
Give it up or get broken down
It's goin down now, Mike Dean supplied the potent sound
So now you know it's a southern thing
I'm handlin things, I bust a rhyme and do damage to any man you bring
I'm serious, I told you that way back in '94
They wanna flow, it ain't no thing, just let the record go
Didn't you know I bust from southwest to southeast?
Blessed by the best with this platinum-plated mouthpiece
So I give thanks, then it's off to the bank
Protected by forces unseen, so I ain't gettin ganked
As for the fakers and the haters
Small things ain't nothin to a player
I'm all about my paper
I stacks my chips and then I break
Gather up my crew to Mike-a-nize, then we go and rock another state
Forget what another say, I'm backed up by my actions
Produce a dope hit, make a lick, and leave em askin
Who is Big Mike? and like that I'm back atcha
Partner, handle your businesss, I ain't mad atcha
Million dollar lyrics I compose leave a pattern for quality stature

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Now as I flip through this world of mine
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil

Now as I flip through this world of mind
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
Some doin good and others doin evil

I heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck
Cos niggas are dyin and nobody gives a muthafuck
And you be wantin to trip when I be talkin about murder and thangs
I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine
What goes on in the neighborhood
East coast, West coast, ain't shit turnin out good
Sometimes I wanna cry
And straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin dome and let the bullets fly
But mama said I'm too strong to break down
And I'm caught up in another drug shake-down
Cos they think I'm sellin birds
But i'm workin 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin what I deserve
So who's fuckin who
Is it that white man or the black man standin next to you
See, most blacks can't handle power
Get paid and get to changin by the hour
Closin all the doors
Got a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes
Now after takin a look at that
How the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act
See we can't check the peckerwood
If we can't treat our own fuckin people good
We wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe
Yeah, now who got the right to write

Now as I flip through this world of mine
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil

Now as I flip through this world of mind
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
Some doin good and others doin evil

Niggas are gettin fooled by the president's plan
In jail they got a president, but they call him the boss man
The boss man is prejudiced, hurtin em with politics
Better let em out quick or they gon' cause a riot, bitch
Even if you lock the door they still got the power
Cos the fuckin white house reminds em of the watch tower
The man is watchin over us, steady controllin us
And if we make a move he's ready to put a hole in us
Everytime I step he's always around me
To tell the fuckin truth, I feel safer in the county
At least in jail I know what I'm up against
But everything is a muthafuckin mystery outside the fence
Thinkin that we made it, but we ain't made it yet
And it's gettin harder cos the man ain't givin up shit, bet
Steady lettin us down
And ain't nobody helpin us out

Now as I flip through this world of mine
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil

Now as I flip through this world of mind
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
Some doin good and others doin evil

Yeah
A new beginning
Big Mike
Comin from that swamp
You know
Just kickin it how I feel
And that's on the rea