Big Tymers Suga And Pac Puff And Big(feat Bg Lil Wayne Lyrics

Suga And Pac Puff And Big(feat Bg Lil Wayne Lyrics

[B.G.]

 Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds

 Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown

 Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches

 We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions

 Our relationship like Moses and Jesus

 Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us

 Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us

 Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us

 Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin

 the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips 

 back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all

 Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"

 Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there

 Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there

 Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there

 We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share

 I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact

 Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract

 Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head

 Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at

 We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops

 Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac

 

 [Lil Wayne]

 Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

 Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million

 

 [Baby]

 Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run

 Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns

 Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder

 You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder

 Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer

 It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer

 We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first 

 Embassy playboy to hide our riches

 Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches

 He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter

 And if you you fuck wit him 

 I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches

 And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace

 It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck 

 wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats

 Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat 

 and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me

 Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill

 I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill

 It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money 

 cause we keep it real nigga, believe that

 

 [Lil Wayne]

 Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

 Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?

 

 [B.G.]

 I got love for my nigga Baby

 He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me

 Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy

 Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?

 B.G. and Baby, livin good pah 

 We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog

 Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog

 We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog

 

 [Baby]

 Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?

 What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?

 My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time

 Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die

 Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve

 Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells

 Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell

 I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes 

 cause I knew he'a be major at one time

 Now I done rolled in the flyest cars 

 It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar

 

 [Lil Wayne]

 Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

 Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million

 Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

 Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs

 Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

 Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?

 

 [Baby]

 Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy

 We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga

 We clockin it's all gravy

 If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches

 We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's

 Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee

 It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?

 We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga

 Get it how you live playboy

 How you luv that nigga?

 If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga

 I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece

 How's that look nigga?  That's a hundred

 I done put two hundred G's on my grill

 My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit

 Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes

 How you luv that playboy?

 Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles

 Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more

 Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's

 Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's

 Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's

 Nigga homes costin two mill-ion

 Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators

 Niggaz just.. dumpin playa haters

 It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga?

 Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)