Lyrics:

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)

Now when it comes to bitches I play games with they minds
Cause once you get that head, 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)

How many motherfuckers wanna test the
B-U-S-H-W-I-C-K, blowin` niggas away, clickin` every day
Cuttin` niggas up, into Kibbles 'N Bits and shit
Gougin` out your fuckin` eyeballs and then I skull fuck 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 being, caught up in a gridlock
With a fuckin` dread lock, cause you know I bust shot
Notty dred, notty dred, 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, aI Rap-A-Lot since I was a tot 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...