Lyrics:

Big Tymers, nigga (Big Tymers, nigga)
I got that work, nigga (I got that work, nigga)
Look, look, listen
This is where them niggas die fast
Sell bricks, and buy bags
They dodge class to hit the block, and go find cash
If you try to pass, take my advice, drive fast
'Cause, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast
You wonder why the cops keep circlin'
Niggas murderin', I ain't never saw 'em, before
Tonight, we twurkin' 'em
Niggas wearin' masks, like glasses
Niggas got on tank tops, and a pair of Reebok classics
Pants to my knees 'cause, the Glock make it slouch
I can't talk right now, I got three rocks in my mouth
And wodie, when we enter, niggas freeze up, like it's winter
And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner
17 representer, you don't like it, do somethin'
And I'll bet, you'll see a nigga outside, 'bout two-somethin'
And we like to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits 'cause, we ain't tryin' to be presidents (blah, blah, blah, blah)
Nigga, we done moved more coke, than a nigga could know
More money, more cars, than a nigga could show
And more ice, cheap price, than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
We done moved more coke, than a nigga could know
More money, more cars, than a nigga could show
And more ice, cheap price, than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats, (ha)
Project bitches that tote gats
Niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back
Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways
While other niggas playin' ball, made a court in the driveway
Things ain't the same where I use to play
It's guns and broads
New cars, neighborhood superstars, and hoes smokin' cigars
Lil' ones sittin' on the car, watchin' the bus hollerin'
'Them people comin!' when that blue car pull up
I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners
I got that work, got youngsters on all four corners
You got the quarters, and you got them halves
I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs
Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick
And if you don't know that, nigga, tax the bitch (bah, blah)
Nigga, we done moved more coke, than a nigga could know
More money, more cars, than a nigga could show
And more ice, cheap price, than a nigga could score
We hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor, for sure, wodie
Nigga, we done moved more coke, than a nigga could know
More money, more cars, than a nigga could show
And more ice, cheap price, than a nigga could score
We hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor, for sure, wodie
It's the return of the click-clackin'
Downtown pistol packin'
Y'all remember me? From back in the '89 era
When killers use to wear mascara
And run through the court causin' terror
Random riot gunshots
Government-issued Glocks
That's bakin' soda, added with that odor, now, you got clatch pots
Niggas went from hotter blocks, to frozen cups
To catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts
Shorty, I been on missions
Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions
Stickin' guns in bustas' backs
Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs
But that was back in the days
See, niggas done changed they ways
Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades
Now it's a must that niggas bust back when they get cussed at
Or fussed at
Nine-millimeters, Glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas can trust that
Nigga, we done sold more coke, than a nigga could know
More money, more cars, than a nigga could show
More ice,cheap price, than a nigga could score
We hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor, for sure, lil' one
We done sold more coke, than a nigga could know
More money, more cars, than a nigga could show
More ice,cheap price, than a nigga could score
We hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor, for sure, lil' one
We done sold more coke, than a nigga could know
More money, more cars, than a nigga could show
More ice,cheap price, than a nigga could score
We hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor, for sure, lil' one
We done sold more coke, than a nigga could know
More money, more cars, than a nigga could show
And more ice, cheap price, than a nigga could score
We hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor, for sure, lil' one
What?
Y'all got to understand
We got this shit on lock, wodie
If you ain't makin' money, you ain't doin' what you suppose to
I understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's
Whatever it take, lil' daddy
And it don't matter if I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines
If you get caught up, you better believe it. that, that iron gon' get your mind right, dog
We hustlin' for sure, fam'
Bling-blingin' without a doubt
Like new cars, and pretty broads
And neighborhood superstars
Money, bitches
Rags to riches