Lirik Lagu Mr. Big - Eightball & MJG
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8Ball:Now, I was broke as a muthafucka, my life at the end seeMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.My job at Mickie Ds was fuckin me with no greaseI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.I quit my fuckin job, I had no job niggaPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosenDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struckI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chestMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackinT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him wellHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.He said he was rollin when he seen me in distressHe said he killed the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.He offered me a job said he'd front me what I neededI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..Mr. Big!
chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. BigMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. BigMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. BigMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. BigMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
8Ball:I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my blockSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracksGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knifeA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T"Hello?" -- "Yo Eight, be the fuck aroung 3" --"Aight!"I met him at the park, he had a job for me againRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get fiveI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.All the time, my clientel rappidly increasedMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.Cars and clothes had me fuckin different hoesA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.I had niggas workin under me to take the heatI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all timeDon't ever fuck with me, cause I'm ...Mr. Big!
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8Ball:Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-BLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.With a long black weave and a tight red dress.I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to meStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin theDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thankThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind herI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came outGrab my muthafuckin gun, "Hey nigga!" *pow pow*Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted inShot that bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chromeShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the legWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?Hell no!They can't stop me..Long live Mr. Big Ho!!!!
repeat chorus!
chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. BigMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. BigMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. BigMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. BigMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
8Ball:I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my blockSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracksGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knifeA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T"Hello?" -- "Yo Eight, be the fuck aroung 3" --"Aight!"I met him at the park, he had a job for me againRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get fiveI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.All the time, my clientel rappidly increasedMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.Cars and clothes had me fuckin different hoesA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.I had niggas workin under me to take the heatI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all timeDon't ever fuck with me, cause I'm ...Mr. Big!
repeat chorus:
8Ball:Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-BLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.With a long black weave and a tight red dress.I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to meStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin theDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thankThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind herI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came outGrab my muthafuckin gun, "Hey nigga!" *pow pow*Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted inShot that bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chromeShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the legWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?Hell no!They can't stop me..Long live Mr. Big Ho!!!!
repeat chorus!
