some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killas tied
uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money make the world go round, as the world
Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin off Big
: [feat. Big Meech] [Intro: Big Meech] This Big Meech from the richest black motherfucking gang in the world My nigga always say, there's only two things
ever big as theirs See I forget what life was all about Little Miss Fortune was to blame Chorus So I married this girl Miss Fortune Her father was a very rich
while they crackin up off me I must be invincible wit Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (All the way) [Verse 6: Krayzie] In this world I'm simply tryna get rich and
we pray, pray, pray) Ooohhh! (and we pray, pray, pray) whoooo! What have we done to the world? (to the world, world, world) Look what we've done! (lord
needles in my arteries But I can't feel it Sometimes it's like 'pardon me, but I got a real big spirit' I'm fearless.... I'm fearless Don't you try and
moving crafty Mi get fi understand Say them plan dem faulty Well nuff a dem a twenty And favor forty Filthy rich big belly And hearty Di real Gideon will
proceed To give you what you need It's been so long It's been so real So magnificent, thank you [Diddy:] Tell me who shot Big (who shot Big) And take
: (feat. Cee-Lo, Nas) [Diddy] The world at my sneakers, Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features, Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether
fullest until the day that I'm done So hood where we live where my niggas sold drugs and they rich we rap in the sun [Verse: 4 Big Boi] Better smack
a menace in this game as this And it's the, most sinister duo in the business Once again its the, illest and realest killas The most villainous Dre protege
-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim cuz bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big
: [Intro: sample] World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere [Ghostface Killah] What these
afraid to die Cause I don't know what's up there In that great big ol' sky [Verse Two: Ghostface] Sink deep into the fog, big buffalo large Taj Mahal
Check my grind I got a real sharp grind I'm in the V.I popping bottles and the girls are all dimes Follow my philosophy I be everywhere But I failed in world