Mr Bigg Stuff

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'