Mr Bigg Stuff Lyrics

Traffic Jam

Yeah boy, the wait is over, I tried to tell y'all boy

But now it's too late if he ain't, so let's get with it, let's go

Eastside, Westside, Southside, Northside

Stand up, A-Town, outside of A-Town, GA, let's get it

Let's get it, Northside, from your town or my town, let's get it

GA,

yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

I got bars like Leavenworth and know guys that'll move weight to move up their cheddar worth

That's just something you gotta settle for

And that last line wasn't a metaphor

It's a lot of things that I get crazy for

Like big knives, assault weapons, big blocks of C4

And don't think that I ain't with the Tussle G

Cause you can get the left right at that last chump trying to hustle me

I ran on him cause I beez about it

Slap that chump so hard pee came out him, yeah

For you niggas thinkin' you big tough

That'll get you fried, hog tied up, blicked up, yeah, yeah

For you niggas thinkin' you big stuff

Could get you robbed, slapped up, act what

For you niggas thinkin' you big tough

That'll get you fried, hog tied up, blicked up, yeah

For you niggas thinkin' I'm bitch, what

Come for my rations and I'll show you what's really happenin'

I'm tired of all these big name rappers

That don't rap shit but sing on some Drake shit

That might've worked for Drake, but you a ain't

Claiming that you be original, and you know you can't

And your diss songs don't even be real disses

And your girl is a man, that ain't no real missus

Man, I'm in your way, Burger King

Man like how I'm a fit dis big fie in some skinny jeans, hey

I still stick with a heavy team, that'll let it ring

Spray your block up like heavy cream

If the fat lady in the house, then let her sing

Cause yo career been done, go back to Dairy Queen

I still be on some rara nigga shit

Miss songs like DMX, that made me wanna get yo niggas hit

Yeah, ya icy bruh, oh yeah, you really lit

Yeah, it's Christmas time, but not December 25th

For you niggas thinkin' you big tough

That'll get you fried, hog tied up, blicked up, yeah, yeah

For you niggas thinkin' you big stuff

Could get you robbed, slapped up, act what

For you niggas thinkin' you big tough

That'll get you fried, hog tied up, blicked up, yeah

For you niggas thinkin' I'm bitch, what

Come for my rations and I'll show you what's really happenin'

Traffic Jamz

For you niggas thinkin' you big tough

That'll get you fried, hog tied up, blicked up, yeah, yeah

For you niggas thinkin' you big stuff

Could get you robbed, slapped up, act what

For you niggas thinkin' you big tough

That'll get you fried, hog tied up, blicked up, yeah

For you niggas thinkin' I'm bitch, what

Come for my rations and I'll show you what's really happenin'