get ya (Third Ward) Somebody should have told that boy I'm bout business 24/7 around the clock That's why I get nonstop From the Bottom to the Top (yea) [Chorus: x2] Bottom
and get it(go and get it) so when my pockets lookin' low it's time to pay the suburbs but this it I can't see my self at the bottom of the food chain
I'm a motherfuckin' master [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Kid Ice] We're the first motherfuckers in the bass game Respect is due when you mention our name Representin' the South with the bottom-boy
no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't
Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with
Really to call it itty bitty Would be an understatement We got big gas cash and titties Big pimpin' workin' and hurtin' the pockets of big tippas Side dippas and big
what I'mma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard big
what I'm a do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Big
mine Lend me some fresh air I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I don't want to be your babysitter You're a very big boy
mine Lend me some fresh air I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I don't want to be your babysitter You're a very big boy now
Yeah Baby Out the pound (Priceless) Lookin' through Skyline (Always) Sittin' at the top play boy Sand beach water purple green money ya dig To the ceiling
soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin
Just like that, baby boy Brrat Y'all understand me Bigger than life (crazy) Y'all understand me? (yeah) The sun do shine Believe me (yeah) Down bottom
soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, O boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin
right Get crunk at the scene make it pop! Apple bottom jeans let me see you take 'em off Wiggle it a little We go make that ass drop Big rhymes big spitting
see this I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big
God, come one [Eminem makes noises] I ain't leavin' without you bitch Coming home with me And my boy, and his boy, and his boy, and his gurl haha
