No Love Lyrics By Big Tymers

[Chorus X2 (Jazze Pha & Mannie Fresh)]
[Jazze Pha]
Its a beatiful life, colourful ice, flyest of hoes, spending the night,
[Mannie singing off key]
BEAUTIFU-UUL !
[Jazze Pha]
I'm a Tymer baby, all my shit be designer baby, Its a beatiful life !

[Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)]
I roll through your city they go who is that,
In a brand new Baby Blue Cadillac,
Truck two days old, with remote controls,
Press the mutha fuckin' button and the TV's fold,
Out the top of the dash, shaking they ass,
Tuck a lil' something and I show her some cash,
I'm Mannie Fresh hoe, represent the "S",
Cash Money Records nigga nothing but the best,
Got a monster truck, sitting on 30's,
Fuck the rap game cuz I still push birdies,
I'm hood rich bitch, you know who I are,
They don't want to fuck me they want to fuck my car,
Now wait a minute hold up mane get it straight,
Ya dude push pebbles birdman push weight,
And its so incredible the things he does,
Take a project bitch from where she was,
Clean her life up, wife her just because,
We some mutha fuckin' pimps you bitch,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2 (Baby)]
Blastin' rounds when we moving these pounds,
Counting cash out a shoebox, we getting it down,
I'm holding my town, like a nigga on a mound,
Or a crab out the bucket when me moving around
I'm strong in the hood, steering wheel all wood,
In the back of the lac the nigga played all good,
I'm on my grizzy my nizzy to get this brand new crib,
Behind this money its gon' be a fucking killin'
I'm moving around uptown this how its going down,
I'm coming thru the hood for a billi killin bitch,
Money is a must, hanging out at the club with hoes on motorbikes my nigga,
That ghetto life, with these calls and brawls it ain't no love in my eyesight nigga
A million in cash in the back of the dash and I'm the OG driving my nigga,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)]
[Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, got my root beer dickies on,
With my mutha fuckin' diamond studded cell phone,
I got cars to match these clothes, with some ignorant ass banged out project hoes,
I'm dope boy fresh, I mean that bitch,
Thats gators on my waiter when he serving that shit,
And I'm coming thru your hood, disrespecting y'all,
Bass turned up loud knocking pictures off the wall,
[Baby]
I'm riding gangsta in a green mercedes,
throwing spinach out the window mannie fresh and Baby,
Icey whips with the gun on my hip,
Bootin' up at you bitches like "fuck y'all haters" (fuck y'all haters)
So get straight or get this gun in your face,
And fuck around and be a whole nother killing,
In the sky blue bentley, 23's they spinnin,
Big Money Heavyweight and we gettin'

[Chorus X2]

Millionaire Dream Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Lil' Wayne)

Whazzup
This the life nigga
Check

[Verse 1]
I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss
Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P
Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B.
I floss everyday wootay
Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley
What the deal on the real it's all about scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah
Ridin to myself up in my baby benz
Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends
Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty
Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby
See the $ on my back symbolize my click
See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich
Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it
All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy
Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel
What

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got ten around my neck (mm mm)
And baguettes on my wrist [Bling]
See we ball till we fall (la la)
Livin a millionaires dream (wootay)

[Verse 2]
Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit
That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit
Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right
Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night
Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch
Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist
Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in
If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million
Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes
Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose
Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch
B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this
Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit
If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get
Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone
Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome
Playa Haters want to picture me fallin'
If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin
Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the ???
CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga
Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold
For the nine scrilla, biatch [echo]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings
And duck these killings
And tipping these niggas tryina have billions
I just wanna raise my two children
Going to these white folks and demandin millions
Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures
And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em
And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions
See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime
Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes
But I still got my ghetto stripes
When I'm pimp in the game
Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night
Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped
I have them lil' children sayin, "Baby please don't stop"
Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right
Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right
I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right
??? so I'ma cruise to the next life
Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight
If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight
That's how it be worth some G's
Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit
You dig

[Baby Talking]

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
Young niggas wearin cracka gators
All my life eatin steak and potatoes
Valet please get the beige Mercedes
It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us
Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular
Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula
Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel
Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal
It's marvelous, the life I live
Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give
Rolex's for everyday of the week
Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith
Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis
Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini
Givin all these project hoes the weenie
On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me
Life styles of the rich and richer
Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture
Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week
Now how that shit hit you
Look here Baby I'ma get wit you

Still Fly Lyrics By Big Tymers

[Baby :]
Whats up Fresh , its our turn baby

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but im hood rich da dada dada da

[Baby :]
gotcha car play gems on shine, said its mine, get a mink, baby girl lets ride
You da Numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide
and go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside
Prowler Gucci full length leather, Burbons cooler, coogi sweater
twenty inches pop my feather, The Bird man daddy i fly in any weather
Aligator seats with the head in the
inside
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly
Numba 1 dont tangle and twisle
when it come to these cars i am that nigga
The gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in tha middle
Its Fresh and stunna and we like brothers,
We shine like paint daddy this our summer

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but i'm hood rich da dada dada da

[Fresh :]
Have you ever seen the crocidile seats in the truck ?
Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite ya butt
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani,
With Your baby moma playa is where u can find me
Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadilac Escalade with the chromed out nose
With the navivgation arrow headed straight to your spot
Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot
Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel benz
Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens
Suma tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
T.V. where the horn go, boy can you top that ?
I'ma show you some shit when you press that button
The trunk went Eh-eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didnt see no wire's, and then i heard boom from the amplifiers

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but im hood rich da dada dada da

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala Loud pipes, Drinkin that Hen
Its the birdy birdy man ill do it again
In the Cadilac truck 24's with 10's
Lookin at my Gucci its about that time
6 bad broads flyin in at 9
New suburban truck with the porno showin'
Up and down and up they go and
Bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hard top beamer
Mommy thats your truck
Im coming up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and i wake up the bubbley
430 lex with convertible top
the rims keep spinnin every time i stop
I got a superman benz that i scored from shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly

Stun'n (remix) Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. Lil' Wayne, PapaRue)

[Baby]
Now since my gear be on shine
These haters be packin' dey nine
But look playa I'm down for mine
Try'n to catch me at the red light gettin my shine
But I use my nina to protect me at all times
I just bought that new lexus, that 1998
The bubble lights boy wit' them 19 inches
See I'ma talk about my Humvee at the end of my rhyme
I just bought that new Range Rover wit' them six new tires
Now every broad I know I done sexed at least one time
Now playboy, tell me how you love that

[Mannie Fresh]
Last night, i got a call on my phone
Ike Turner wanna make a "gangsta slap-a-broad" pimp song
He said "I called you man cause you the realest"
Lay it down, lay it down, cause these broads love Willis
Have "woes' that suck toes and wash clothes
Playas try to fit ya like a pair of Girbauds
Girls in the morn'n to brush my teeth
Lil' girls wit curls love to wipe my feet
BLING, diamonds glistenin' everywhere
It's allright for that girl look at me, y'all let her stare
Baby, I know I'm gorgeous, cause I'm the largest
Jet skiis and M3's in my garag-es

[Chorus: PapaRue]
I bought a Hummer that's sittin' on 32's
We love stun'n and givin' these broads the blues
Fresh got a Burban that's sittin' on 20's fool
Woodgrain, TV's and it's all cool [2x]

[Baby]
Now playa, tell me how you can beat this
A million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you defeat this
Wit all new homes, 8 of 'em
The Hot Boy$ new album, Guerilla Warfare and it jumped of strong
I spent 2 million buildin' my own home, wit a million dollars worth of furniture
All on wood grain homie
See playa, I ain't gotta stunt cause I can bag 'em up, believe dis
Ask the police at Eastover has he seen this
Playa, wit diamonds and gold across the T-O-P
And every broad in my passenger seat I done sexed fo' free
These broads, I love to sex 'em til they see
That I aim to succeed to be a top rank in this industry
And my Humvee, playboy, I got so much wood in this vehicle
You gotta see it, it should be a coffin seat
Wit four brand new TV's wit VCR
The Big Tymer$ new video gon' air on tomorrow
Ridin' on 32's and you can't miss these G's
All on chrome from the heart of the U.P.T.
When I get my big baller party
Playa, I'ma let all these tenderonies drink for free, Domm P.
And Cristal, you know how we play it boy when we comin' through in that Humvee

[Chorus]

[PapaRue]
Shooney nooney nowny no, shooney nooney nooney nowny no
Oh oh
Shooney nooney nowny no, come down, come down

[Lil Wayne]
Now, we be Big Tymers wit the diamonds sparklin'
Some of uptowns finest, we ballin'
I'm the smallest soldier in the click
but still ride bir ol' black on black trucks wit kits
See everybody get they shine on at 226
CMB, flash ya wrist and let ya diamonds glisten, remix
My boys poppin' champagne
Lil Wayne in the marrow wit the bubble frame
Uh-huh, we the ones wit the stretch Hummer
A helicopter, Benz, Burban, and a Lex bubble
I play the platinum Navigator when I ride
5 thousand dollar high sippin' Cristal
I got twenty on my finger, look it's all gravy
They say it's all about Fresh and all about Baby
Big Tymers, boy you know how we play
Worth about a hundred mill on a bad day
We love STUN'N

[chorus]

[PapaRue]
Shooney nooney nowny no, shooney nooney nooney nowny no
Oh oh [2x]

Cash Money, fo' you and ju
PapaRue, fo and ju

Hello Lyrics By Big Tymers

[Intro]
[Man:] Ladies and gentlemen, see its like
Hello, Hello, Hello
[Woman:] Hello Hello
[Man:] See baby
Hello, Hello, Hello
[Woman:] Hello, Hello

[Verse 1]
[Man:] Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade
[Woman:] But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid
[Man:] By the time I got to tenth grade baby I was pushing dimes
[Woman:] And who would ever think you would get paid off for saying rhymes
[Man:] Now I fucked you and your sister too
[Woman:] My auntie and my cousin Boo
[Man:] But I think I should let you go
[Woman:] Tell me, why you don't love me no more

[Conversation between man and woman. Arguing]

[Verse 2]
[Woman:] You got a lot money now you think your shit don't smell
[Man:] But you wouldn't accept my calls when I went to jail
[Woman:] Now I been waiting for you everyday
[Man:] But I here messy shit from niggas around the way
[Woman:] Now I kept the pussy on lock till u got out
[Man:] But what about the freaky shit that you done with your mouth
[Woman:] nigga I hate your guts, boy you ain't shit
[Man:] well I feel the same way about you stankass scandless bitch

[Conversation between man and woman arguing]

Tear It Up Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. B.G., Lil Wayne)

[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my ??? is to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers

[Lil Wayne]

Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases
Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the Lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against me and my cash money brothers
Yeah I thought but nigga know that I'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...Don't say that
I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' Shipa (???)
Hot Boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My nigga Fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two
(Ha Ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my niggas who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where I'm found
*inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your
neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What

[Mannie Fresh]

Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up
Then knock a bitch out again
Y'all pick the bitch up
I ask a bitch like Mia
How the fuck you gonna see a
Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (MMMM)
What's the difference between me and your pipes
Please, 20 G's you dick suckin' morphodites
I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you gonna kill this
These bitches love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist

[Lil Wayne]

Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us (huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come to (what)
Tear this mother up (huh)

No, No Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Fresh] Yo
[Wayne] N-no, n-no
[Fresh] Yo
[Wayne] N-no, n-no
[Fresh] This is for the riders
This is-
This is, for the riders

[Fresh] If the bitch that you with give fucked-up head
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you ask for the pussy, and she always in the red
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If your P.O. make you try to pee in a cup
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga try to stick a big dick in your butt
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Baby] If a nigga throwin' up, and he ain't full of that puff
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga runnin' up, and he ain't got his guns up
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga sellin' crack, and ain't packin' a gat
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga ain't fuckin' his bitch from the back
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Fresh] If a nigga break in your shit, and steal your cash
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you unlock your door and find he hittin' that ass
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If your boyfriend fuck around with another bitch
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] On top of that the nigga burnt ya and gave ya the itch
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No he didn't

[Baby] If a cat got a 'llac without Vogues to match
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga score some ki's, and the bullshit wack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If my nigga hit the ball with 10G's in stacks
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If my nigga bought a car, and can't even rap
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Fresh] If a nigga come around tryin' to lay you down
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga not, and he say he from uptown
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a cat try to make you snort a little bit of brown
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga ridin' natural, and ain't got no sound
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]

[Baby] If a glock with the gauge cut these niggas tryin' to jack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] I'm a three-time loser, and I'm totin' a gat
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] Can't rap, game spit - nigga, understand that
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] I fucked this nigga's bitch, and went to his house and: smack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Fresh] If a nigga tryin' to come on your set and run shop
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you're tellin' me you got a go, and a nigga say not
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If his bitch-ass think he won't get popped
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you don't want trouble, nigga, get off the block
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't

[Hook2x (Lil' Wayne)]
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
Uh-no he didn't

[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah

[talking]
[Mannie Fresh]
See what I'm sayin'

[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-no, no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] Like this
[Lil' Wayne] What
[Mannie Fresh] Goin' into the 2G
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh- [laughs]

[Mannie Fresh]
See what I'm sayin'
See what I'm sayin'

[Lil' Wayne]
Big Tymers
Lil' Wheezy pull up
They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't, nigga!

[Mannie Fresh]
Now, see
That's that nerve
When you find out that ain't your kid
You be like no, n-no, n-n-no, aahw shit!
Now, for these broads out here
Think niggas gon' be buyin' 'em meals
See what I'm sayin'
Give 'em wheels
Hookin' them hoes up with deals
It's like no, n-no, n-n-no I ain't!
See what I'm sayin'
If I could, I would
I can't, so I ain't
See what I'm sayin'
Didn't say anything about it
You hoes gon' have to do without it
It's like that in the 2G
I'm all about my motherfuckin' self
Self, I'm all about you
For the 2000 self, I'm all about you
It's all about me, myself, and I
Fuck a hoe (fuck a hoe)
Fuck a hoe (fuck a hoe)
(Fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe)
Ride on there [echoes 8x and fades]

We Hustle Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. B.G., Juvenile, and Turk)

[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums
Stupid shit - we avoid it
Dope - we exploit it
Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it
Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight

[Hook - Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[B.G.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit
Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water
Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught

[Hook2x - Turk]
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga
Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga
Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga
But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac

[Hook - Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
What
Remember when shit was a easy task
Back in the days that passed
When bitches use to cut class
Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass
Now everything fucked up
Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck
Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck
Some say, "Play with your nose."
Some say, "Fuck them hoes."
Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."
I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."
Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater
Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us
Move us out and delete us
Erase us niggas from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
With a closed casket
'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me

Lil Mama Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. Lac)

[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit

[Mannie Fresh]
See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like pa, he was the neighbor hood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Yo my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick
Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right

[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit

[Baby]
Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story
Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie she'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
And a tattoo on her ass saying "come get some"

[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit

[Baby]
Now Stone told me "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me bout' mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with the chick
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch

[Mannie Fresh]
Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies, get how you live

[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast

When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit

Playboy (don't Hate Me) (vol. 2 Version) Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. Bun B, Lil' Wayne)

[Lil Wayne]

I be comin with it
If spot Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
I'm on chrome 20 inches
You'd know who I be
Oh yes you'd know me
Hoes see millionaire that's h-o-t
Wodie slow down you might be ahead
To slip and tell all your broads we already
Coleon me a mobsta regular
And you can call me on my ce-elier (cellular)
(What) Celebrate and pop the Don-p (beep)
That's Re that drop the bomb beats (uh-uh)
Middle name's Rabbits
Stuntin' hard naw that's my daddy Rabbit
I got a rolley on my wrist with ten karats
And I'm a shine but I'm still about blastin' (huh)
Nigga lil shorty bout paper
Bedroom, second floor in a bater ??
I'm a superstar (star)
Money makin' pimp
Up in the double-R (R)
Just me and Slim
I'm gettin cheese by the bills stackin' cake boy
Cash Money how you love that playboy, playboy

[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]

Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
How you love that playboy

[Bun B]

We go lights, action, camera
We here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby mama lil Tamera
Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow
Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomarrow
Look at your sorrow
Heads gotta meet
Kids gotta eat
Why don't we make a mil (million)
Rhymin' in and out of beat
In mydazeep ??
Shit don't even look for it it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs
So stay off the ground cuz it's dangerous wodie
Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with us
wodie
It's a gang of us wodie
You see one everywhere you go
Ain't no thing with this wodie
You get it any ear for sure
We go to the bank
So much bitch we got a bedroom
What else count money and give a nigga head room
So when you hear the leg boom
Bitch you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere
But on the west start some shit somewhere

[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]

Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me

[Baby]

I got these niggas talkin' bout this black on black
hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker
I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn
Pictures of other niggas' old ladies suckin' my shit
While you be lovin' this stupid bitch
Now I guess since I been playin' with about 10 mil or 'sum
These bitches givin' me their pussy like it ain't nothin'
Goin' to the club with 10 G's
And the bar tab that's all on Baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drink for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand 1 thing
That shit all on Cash Money
Well here's another case of this hoe sprayin' mace in my face
Cause I wouldn't give this hoe no play
Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink
Cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus
and a penthouse that say "hoe hater"
With tattos with number 1 stunter
With billionaire on my left arm
And millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings homey
Nigga I ain't met a nigga that can drop a beat like
Fresh
And I ain't met a nigga tha can out shine me
See I got a clip that's called "pussy go-getters"
Now playboy these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money
niggas

[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]

Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me

[Mannie Fresh (talking)]
What's happenin' this the gator shoe man
Fresh and Vic a new man
Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that
I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that
See what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
This is a, this is a uhmm Cash Money/Big Tymers production
This got Baby, Big Bun see what I'm sayin'
And Lil Wayne, and me myself, The Beautiful one
It's beautiful baby, it's beautiful baby,
it's truly beautiful baby
Now what we playin this year
One Million, two million, maybe three million, maybe four
Y'all just got to you know, hang in there
and see what we gonna do this summer
What we gonna pull off, see what I'm sayin'
What we gonna buy
It's beautiful
I'm just gonna give you a hint you dig
We thinkin' about buyin' a city
I ain't gonna say what city
Just a city

Let Us Stunt Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. B.G., Turk)

[Baby {talking}]
I got that work
(For sure)
I got that work, nigga
Hustle - death if you hustle with us
(I'll front ya, boy)
'Cause I'ma put that work on your life, lil' one
({too low to hear} if you're shined out with a nigga)
It ain't no secret

[Baby]
I'm that nigga, Baby
But my niggas, they call me Atrice
Every bitch I fuck gotta be above average
On another level, nigga - millionaire status
Just bought two mansions: one in Florida, one in Dallas
I'm a boss nigga
Buy whatever, don't give a fuck 'bout the cost, nigga
I like to floss, nigga
It ain't no secret: I'm the number-one stuntman
You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk, man
I'm a O.G. shot caller - Big Tymer
Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver
Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider

[B.G.]
Don't test the water - look, believe B.'ll ride

[Baby]
Nigga, I'm a millionaire
Tote two guns 'cause I've been there
Lil' wodie, you don't wanna go there
I'm fuckin' all these hoes

[Mannie Fresh]
Y'all better believe!

[Baby]
And I'm tellin' the next rappin' bitch what's up my sleeve, wodie

[Hook (Turk)]
Bitches say we stunt too much (much)
It's okay 'cause we can back it up (up)
Know you gon' let us do what we do (do)
Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too)

[B.G.]
(Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate, checkmate)
Ain't it a bitch how I be stun'n - I know, but I can do that
I pull up, top down on a Prowler, they be like, "Who that?"
Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a H.B.
'Cause don't nobody stunt like them niggas from CMB
Baby had me reppin' since I was in the sixth grade
'Cause niggas wonder how I'm eighteen and already made
I done been through it - from bustin' heads to doin' time
Now I'm on that level to where I got the right to shine
Me and my clique hit the scene - Ree's, jeans, and T's
Wrist, neck, and ears just shoutin' *bling*bling*
We be thuggin' to the fullest - stay handlin' hoes
'Cause all of 'em the same: straight scandalous hoes
I ain't trippin' - they can ride in the whip with a nigga
But put your head down and donate your lips to a nigga
Tossin' bitches is a hobby 'cause me and my niggas share
Gotta respect that's the life for this Cash Money Millionaire

[Hook (Turk)]

[Mannie Fresh]
(What, what, what)
I know y'all sayin', "Look here - what the fuck is that?"
A Space Shuttle, lil' daddy - made by Cadillac
Take that other shit out, and put Corinthian leather
Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather
They go, "Whooooo!", when I fly by they shit
They go, "Oooooh!", you diggity? Just don't quit
I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll
I like 'em on their head in the bed against the wall
Turbo-charged dick slinger...
...pussy banger
...pain-bringer
Nasty in-and-out finger
See that girl that you're with - I did that shit
Any girl that you get, I'ma hit that bitch
Last year: helicopter playa - hello
This year: plushed-out, pimped-out Space Shuttle
You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do
And if you're a real hot girl you'll let me fuck your crew
For real, though

[Hook 2x (Turk)]

[Turk]
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
(Let us-)
What, nigga?
Let us do what we do
[Big Tymers:] B-3, Mannie Fresh
B.G.
Hot Boys
Cash Money
Juvie, Lil' Wheezy
Suga Slim and his bitch
[Lil' Turk]
(Nigga)
CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me
How ya lovin' that?
Nigga, how ya lovin' that?
Nigga, now how ya lovin' that?