Little Big Man lyrics

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill]
It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherf*ckin` n*gga
Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger
Straight from the motherf*ckin` 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 sh*t because I packed my sh*t
I pull my sh*t and take a sh*t cause that's the way I do it
And when it comes to handlin` sh*t, there ain't nothin` to it
Bushwick Bill, the motherf*ckin` thinkin` n*gga
Gotta stay smart, to keep me from sinkin` n*gga
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)

[Verse 2: Bushwick Bill]
Now when it comes to b*tches I play games with they minds
Cause once you get that head, you gon' get the pus*y any time
And it's a proven fact
I'm hittin` b*tches from the back, Bushwick Bill
Neighborhood - mack
In and out the crib like a motel
f*cked her so well, the ho had to go tell
Her friend and then I f*cked 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` b*tches to that other level!
(Yeah.. uh, uh, uh, ahh)

[Verse 3: Bushwick Bill]
How many motherf*ckers wanna test the
B-U-S-H-W-I-C-K, blowin` n*ggas away, clickin` every day
Cuttin` n*ggas up, into Kibbles 'N Bits and sh*t
Gougin` out your f*ckin` eyeballs and then I skull f*ck you, b*tch
Hey n*gga, don't you know, today's the first day
In the last moments of your life, run and tell your f*ckin` wife
Little n*gga, little n*gga, pullin` trigger, gettin` bigger
Gravedigger bury n*gga like me how the f*ck you figure
There's nothin` worse than being, caught up in a gridlock
With a f*ckin` 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...