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big shot - king gordy lyrics

[intro]
ladies and gentlemen, i just personally like to say:
“that i don’t think there’s anything wrong with being good at selling crack”
hehehehehe!

[verse 1]
you comin’ with guns if you run up in them slums
we’ll be up in them slugs pourin’ us, we’ll cover ’em up
see our corners is horrible, don’t come f*ckin’ with us
when we are up in the club with more bottle f*ckin’ you up
some like to pop they dollars, i don’t f*ck with them drugs
man, all i need is this cali’ kush that i’m rollin’ up
a little cranberry and vodka, a couple of sl*ts
that have sucked d*ck fo’ weed and a f*ck fo’ a cup
of grey goose, never been to the ghetto, well, i’ma take you
to a place where you’ll have to sell weight for b*tches to date you
or if you ridin’ no candy paint, n*ggas, i hate you
you made too much money, he had to vacate you
to a place where your baby mamma’ll straight play you
she’ll f*ck your best friend, have ’em all up in your safe too
i’m from the hood where n*ggas get record labels
studios and set they house and crack from the table

[chorus]
(be a big shot) are you ready to be a boss?
(be a big shot) you know how much a key cost?
(be a big shot) man, have you ever took a loss?
(be a big shot) ya ever got a hundred off?
(be a big shot) are you ready to be a boss?
(be a big shot) you know how much a key cost?
(be a big shot) man, have you ever took a loss?
(be a big shot) ya ever got a hundred off?
[verse 2]
i’m a brickmason, i can look and tell what the sh*t is weighin’ (yeah)
i’m impatiently waitin’ to take this sh*t and bake it (uh)
and chop it down to thirty six of ’em (yup!) b*tch, when i’m
gettin’ money, flippin’ money, spend somethin’, b*tch, it’s nothin’ (nothin’)
i’m out cold with it, bag up a couple of o’s
i throw a couple to go with it, now, go get it
oh baby, we got whole chickens, we better have you
soul lifted and some freaks that’ll f*ck you if you smoke with ’em (aha!)
f*ck bein’ broke and livin’ (no), that just don’t go together
f*ck it, just holla at ya high guy, i’ll get ‘cha together (fo’ sho’)
i hope you’re ready for this fortune and hood fame
yo, i got some good ‘caine, you gon’ make some good change (aha)
yo, dawg, it’s alright
i had the ass on the corner all night
with hard white
we ball like mj, got a hundred off in ten days
hold keys, hoe please
my money’s got taller than dikembe

[chorus]
(be a big shot) are you ready to be a boss?
(be a big shot) you know how much a key cost?
(be a big shot) man, have you ever took a loss?
(be a big shot) ya ever got a hundred off?
(be a big shot) are you ready to be a boss?
(be a big shot) you know how much a key cost?
(be a big shot) man, have you ever took a loss?
(be a big shot) ya ever got a hundred off?
[verse 3]
see, i pulled up somethin’ foreign while he has a regal (yup)
man, these n*ggas are some good actors like al pacino (hahaha!)
you swear he was gettin’ ’em at least over a hundred kilos
when you get eighteen o’s, n*gga, you’re barely legal (ahaha!)
i rap with mp5s, plus desert eagle
you don’t wanna f*ck with ya high guy, i bury people (for real)
we’re very scary people, but you wanna be us
’cause you know we got enough fiends to pack a coliseum (aha!)
i’m in a rock band and we ain’t got no good dawgs
we out here sellin’ rocks, man, soft white, clique hard
chronic sayin’ “good god (who*wha!), ‘caine gave ’em lockjaw”
got this boy, god naw, f*cked that boy, pure raw (aww)
my hood is all i do, i ain’t never been to school
but i learned how to weigh up that work, i ain’t no f*ckin’ fool (b*tch)
either f*ck with us, n*gga or we’ll be f*ckin’ you
shift all his chronics to rj, f*ck you dude! (ship dollar!)

- king gordy lyrics

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