Big Dawgs ft. Fame Battle Lyrics

I'm in the range like a Land Rover

President like Cleve Grover

Roc-A-Fella like Jay Hova

Split you 2 ways better than Motorola

My money comin in hot while y'all freezing on the corna

We'll invade yo block like Germany did Belgium

Truck full white with a pocket full green

Don't fuck with fake bitches they body ain't nothin but a scheme

Can't knock y'all hustle we all out for 1 thing

Ferg and Fame doin big thangs

We them big dawgs, tell em Fame

Listen homie I'm the big dawg

You don't wanna get me ticked off

Cause I'm a let it off

Hit yo chick head knock her wig off

Gotta big gun and a big car

Drive a big body like a thick broad

I don't never sleep I don't drift off

I be on point like Chris Paul

Niggas bite the style got me pissed off

You a bedbug get flicked off

I'm a head cause that's what bread does

I be gettin money like Rick Ross

No drug money I'm legit dawg

But my boys will still get it off

Beez in the trap like Nicki said got the joint jumpin like Kris Kross

No lie I take no loss

When it's competition I go soft

I get around let the toast off

Make me put you u down like an old dog

Got it on the side like coleslaw

Always strapped up I don't raw

Always strapped up like dike sex

Mic check this the roll call

We them niggas so who y'all

Like dirty ratchets get tossed

Yo girl said I'm cold as fuck, I put my carrot in her face Jack Frost

So many bitches on my dick ain't no room for y'all niggas so hop off

I went to store bought theraflu my flo still sick, cough cough

Listen up cause I'm pissed off

I'm the 1 y'all flipped off

Looked pass lik I'm ass

Gets no love but I support y'all

Therefore we're not same

Big ups to my nigga Fame

A Box nigga who'll box niggas and I'll box a nigga wit a 12 gauge

I'm goin ape shit, rampage

I was rock bottom, Dwayne

Like I got choked slammed from hell from top of the cage from Kane

I got the heat in my cavalier goin LA call me King James

See me in traffic switch lanes

Doin a buck 50 in the HOV lane

Rob a nigga for his gold chain

Hit a head shot he ain't got no brain

Gotta chopstick no lo mein

I'm a locksmith I'm a old trade

Got the game locked I run track

Devin Hester wit the run back

Hit his spine if he do live he'll be walkin around with the hunchback

I'm takin off like a launch pad

I can box too hands dumb fast

Cause my nigga Ferg we gonna put in work give em smoke til our lungs bad

Full clip when that gun clap

I'm a let off the whole thing

Yo girl wit you she get hit too these bullets ain't got no names

No rags to riches, just check to check to chump change

Y'all niggas ass, spitting poo stains

Gettin gassed up, propane

Think y'all on fire? Even Rick Bobby said no mane

Shake and bake them wack rhymes I'm all raw cocaine

Raised by a single mother who tried to give me everything

Birthday in February tax time, cha-Ching

Y'all niggas pussy, that's right no ding a ling

Y'all runnin shit? I'm stoppin shit

Yall goin down, pulled hamstring

Ok, let me do my damn thing

Bake niggas like damn beans

Not a fake nigga but when I snake chick they be comin back like damn fiens

Tryin to interfere wit the grand scheme

I'll smack the boy til my hand sting

Flow dozen hot no carotene

I Keep it solid like the hand ring

That's solid gold

They sleepin on me like they gotta cold takin NyQuil

The level that the boy is on right now probably higher than yo damn light bill

Nigga I leg drop Hulk Hogan

Elbow drop to Macho Man

Barrel out stick it in his mouth I'm Mankind wit the Socko hand

Ferg and Fame doin big thangs

We them big dawgs, ain't shit change

Ferg and Fame doin big thangs

We them big dawgs, ain't shh change

Ferg and Fame

Ferg and Fame

Ferg and Fame

Ferg and HIGH VOLUME