(feat. Begetz, Sincere) [Chorus: Begetz] Aiyo we Big Shots, we Big Shots And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches I only fucks wit my niggas, my
want , why not My bitch cold, i mean hot , sure shot Come through in the drop, hold the glock why not 9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock 9 carat stones,
people are talkin' I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it Tell me who shot Big And take the bullets out of 2
tonight Felli I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something Ok, woo They call me Diddy DJ Felli Fel Testing 1, 2, 3 Testing 1, 2, 3 Check
make a nigga wanna [Busta Rhymes] Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh) Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On) Street niggas is ringin them shots
wanna [Busta Rhymes] Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh) Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On) Street niggas is ringin them shots out [P.
Benzo Young pull up in that Enzo Red 'Rari got two golds cost a million, want two more 2 seaters got three hoes Foreign bitch she got 3 golds Speakin' of shots
at me I swear I won't duck down Wow you had me in awe You ain't have to shoot girl you had me from your jaw [Chorus] You shot me through the heart staring
I hadta listen to the pigs talk And if they speakin about us then its jumping off But I ain't sweatin' them at all 2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall
Westside !! Here we go, Another one, Iceberg, Gangsta Rap 2006, 8t album, SMG ! Time to take you back to the days of old Six-fo Chevys, big fat go
I bust off daddy's back on the road. Cause once I hit the drawers I start noticing flaws. Didn't realize your gut was that big or that big. I'm back
niggas, gun fights, paramedics Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash light Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff Shot
but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10 We all used to shot food but it was more about
do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 2: To the
When you disrespect me is where I draw the line You seen my artwork but you ain't seen me draw the nine Come through the hood, you'll get shot homey just
city boys trying to kill a kid ya heard me? shot me up in front of my crib ya heard me? he had the drop i couldn't run from him shot in the hand trying
hands is full of residue N-ggas'll shoot n-ggas, you lucky it weren't you N-gga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof, You shoot, I shoot back, find
clothes and pack She says shes bout to run away and never come back. [Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [Repeat x8] [Verse 2 - Ludacris] Little nicole