Big Tymers Suge And Pac Puff And Big Lyrics

Suge And Pac Puff And Big Lyrics

featuring Hot Boys

[B.G.]
Me the B.G. and Baby my fuckin runner
Two
livin legends, paper chasers from uptown
About money and bitches, puttin
haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like Hummers and expiditions
Our
relationship like Moses and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming
between us
Two black young heathens, 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 winw
Spendin G's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin
Tryin to
make a mil y'all
Cuz we roll with the motto, "Ball Til We Fall"
Fuck wit B
you bringin B.G. all the way out there
Fuck wit me you bringin Baby all the
way out there
Since '92, '93 our love been there
We never stand to a
pussy, cash money, nigga stare
I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
Suga Slim
just signed a, me and him a contract
? Capone thugin quick they bust yo
head, watch that tone
In that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play
high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops
Way I bust it like Suge and
'Pac

[Chorus]{ Baby }
Like Suge and Pac
Like Puff and
B.i.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like Face and Jay
Like
Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million

[B.G.]
Like
Jay and Face
Like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. comin thru like a sound
right from machine gunz
Worth more money than these niggaz could
wonder
You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
Comin thru
a dark tunnel of black on black Hummers
It ain't no secret we showed our ass
last summer
We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first
and we see play
boy to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga we title the snitches
He
the muthafuckin rapper and I'm the game stealer
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 B.G. wit Manny Fresh's beats
Wit Suga
Slim's Brains behind all this heat and my Hot Boyz strapped riding
Right
beside me, nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo life there
I'll bet my
rolex wit my bezzle 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

[Baby]
Now what
[Chorus]{ Baby }
Like Suge and Pac
Like
Puff and B.i.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like Face and
Jay
Like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a
Million

[B.G.]
I got love for my nigga Baby
He heard I rap came on
Va and seen 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 for,
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

[Manny
Fresh]
Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich
What make these
niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit
My brotha Prmie taught
me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time
Nigga I'm gon shine till I die
Me and
this nigga been togetha since he was 12
I knew this young nigga would end up
swell
I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes
cause I knew he's be
major at one time
Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
it aint no secret
that Baby, B.G. and me are superstars

[Chorus]{ Baby }x 2
Like Suge
and Pac
Like Puff and B.i.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like
Face and Jay
Like Russ and Run
Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a
Million

Manny talkin till music ends