Nappy Roots - Bigga Thomas Lyrics
Let’s goUh, I’m out here *****in’ ‘round, team know my lifeI’m flayin’ with my dead PO, got me goin’ spiceYoung niggas on the yella, they don’t want fameKid was slow, turned that ***** into a gun ragePoppin’ pills, inhalin’ smokeMy nigga turned 40, still sellin’ dopeI told him I’mma hit the lottery in the 21stCentury and make the 22nd that you meet20 pounds in the trunk, got no feelNina white girl, dressed in that snow gearSay, I don’t see a drop of snow ‘round hereYou’d be surprised what you’d find shopin’ down hillYou get itI get in the switchy bonnetHave me cornered, I’m feelin’ like Bigga ThomasOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersI get in the switchy bonnetHave me cornered, I’m feelin’ like Bigga ThomasOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersFront page, big newsGot the sofa lounge that should hit me blow a fuseI’m stompin’ off this yard, I’m eatin’ with the locustsNot only am a fool, I’m only in cauchoreI’m killin’ niggas, crack killsWho really gives a damn if a black lives?Who really gives a damn if a black lives?This tobacco sellin’ crack isAnyway, I ain’t wanna preachI cannot tell ‘em when I’m on my 3rd felonyThey wanna be just like the gangsters of the 70’sHouse profiled, local hood celebritiesI get in the switchy bonnetHave me cornered, I’m feelin’ like Bigga ThomasOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersCuz I get in the switchy bonnetHave me cornered, I’m feelin’ like Bigga ThomasOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersI’m ridin’ ‘round, Glock loadedNeighborhood watch captain so I got motiveIf a bag of cracka Jack get a coppa motiveBetter stack and shoot me back and Fox News a show itPerfect opportunityNigga blow low, thinkin’ oh dawg this might be my movie momentWhen in Rome I’mma think just like a romanBut I’m in the hood, gettin’ money like I’m coanin’I’m TBS, Caddy BGSWe cush by the OZ either we be stressI’m tryna see my baby girl I a wedding dressAnd I kill a mother*****er if he think I’m lessI get in the switchy bonnetHave me cornered, I’m feelin’ like Bigga ThomasOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersI get in the switchy bonnetHave me cornered, I’m feelin’ like Bigga ThomasOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersOh I’m killin’ mother*****ers, killin’ mother*****ersTo be able to put another project outI’ll top that shit’s beautifulTo be able to raise our kids off this shitI’ll top that shit’s beautifulTo be able to change people’s livesAnd let them maintain what they goin’ throughAnd be the soundtrack to people’s life storyThat shit’s beautifulI woke this morningAnd I’ve seen Mount RushmoreThat shit was beautifulWe travel the world, manTravelin’ the world off this ret roose
