Little Big Man

[Bushwick Bill]

It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherfuckin nigga

Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger

Straight from the motherfuckin G

to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho

I had to come up strong to get where I'm at

Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back

Back in the day I used to play with Tonka toys

Now I'm paid and shootin dice with the big boys

Shoot a G, bet a G, now watch me hit a lick

I ain't worryin about no shit because I packed my shit

I pull my shit and take a shit cause that's the way I do it

And when it comes to handlin shit, there ain't nothin to it

Bushwick Bill, the motherfuckin thinkin nigga

Gotta stay smart, to keep me from sinkin nigga

Cause if you sleep, you'll get beat, on the street

Understand, get it that's the plan, from the Little Big Man

(Yeah.. hahhh.. come again! Uh, yeah..)

(Peep game)

[Bushwick Bill]

Now when it comes to bitches I play games with they minds

Cause once you get that hit, you gon' get the pussy any time

And it's a proven fact

I'm hittin bitches from the back, Bushwick Bill, neighborhood - mack

In and out the crib like a motel

Fucked her so well, the ho had to go.. tell

her friend and then I fucked her too

Got 'em both claimin that they in love wit you know who

Now what am I to do, but pass her to the crew

and let the fellas get that ass and bust a couple of nuts or two

Cause that's the way we do it, fella

The Little Big Man, takin bitches to that other level!

(Yeah.. uh, uh, uh, ahh)

[Bushwick Bill]

How many motherfuckers wanna step to B-U-S-H

W-I-C-K, blowin niggaz away, clickin every day

Cuttin niggaz up, and I can not prevent the shit

Gougin out your fuckin eyeballs and then I skullfuck you, bitch

Hey nigga, don't you know, today's the first day

in the last moments of your life, run and tell your fuckin wife

Little nigga, little nigga, pullin trigger, gettin bigger

Gravedigger bury nigga like me how the fuck you figure

There's nothin worse than bein, caught up in a gridlock

With a fuckin dreadlock, cause you know I bust shot

Notty dread, notty dread, come slave driver

Buck 'em dead, buck 'em dead, Bushwick gettin liver

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, BUCK, watch dem fall fast

Little Big Man, buck buck, bustin 'nuff ass!

Wheel it again Selector Diesel

Rap-A-Lot comin da ragamuffin style, nineteen-ninety-tree

Four five and year two t'ousand

Givin you what you want, much more

Little Big Mon, come again selector

Yes, yes, yes that's how we like it more time

Rap-A-Lot wit da music nice an' sweet, y'knahmsaid

Givin it to you straight from de heart of de street

Fifth Ward Texas, a Rap-A-Lot with de top yes

Givin you what I got, Bushwick Bill, yes

Make de riddim swing no

Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes

Little Big Mon just gettin buckwild yes

Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes

Little Big Mon 'im gettin buckwild yes

Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes...