Big Loose
Uh-huh
Bloodline 2003
Big Jinx yeah, Big Loose uh-huh
Let 'em loose

I woke up to something telling me
Coulda been a melody (c'mon!)
To write verses heavily
Or maybe it was heavenly (yeah!)
Why'all niggaz ain't my pedigree
Why'all niggaz on my dick so much
Ya want to get sucked from the same bitch that headed me (uh-huh)
Why'all niggaz need to let it be (let it be)
I was sellin crack way back when Rakim was still with Eric B. (way back!)
Still had why'all bookbags on trying to bet at these while I was gettin straight A's
Not from a page, not from a book
It was straight from being a crook
Fuck the bullshit dawg what I needed I took (tell em!)
Hear you weezin in the dark so I can see that you shook (I see you shook!)
So I'ma just leave it alone (uh huh!)
'cause when I squeeze ain't a nigga left breathin when I be in the zone (bop bop bop!)
So when I come through your block you betta be in ya home (be in ya home!)
Or I'ma autograph a bullet that'll be in ya dome (uh huh)
So stop the grillin and the frontin (for you)
'cause the wounds from the gun the hot blue ain't healin for nothin
Motherfucker (that's crazy!)

Gotta make it happen, it's all on me
In the end it's gon be what its gon be
You must be blind then if you can't see
That in the end, it's gon be what it's gon be
Put the streets on my back and I do it for free
And the end its gon

Lets get the shit started
Who ready for the jump off?
Why'all don't really want me to take the gun off
Safety they hate me want to make me flip
Why'all hatin ass niggaz why'all make me sick
Why'all cats can't wear my shoes why'all too small
A minime'll still be way bigger than why'all
Think you nice at this I'll check you dawg
Want to deal? somebody give him a deck of cards
I know what's hot and what ain't hot
I don't know how to talk about what I ain't got
I don't rock jewels then I snatch ya belts
'cause coke and dro is worth more than gold to the ounce
Why'all flashy cats why'all go head and get that
We in the streets if my niggaz can't flip that
I don't want to talk where the fight at niggaz
Never hold my tongue and go right at niggaz
That's what I said you can put it on me

Gotta make it happen, it's all on me
In the end it's gon be what its gon be
You must be blind then if you can't see
That in the end, it's gon be what it's gon be
Put the streets on my back and I do it for free
And the end its gon

If it is what it is what they say its gon be (uh huh)
Then fuck what they say 'cause it's all on me ( yeah)

I touch and I spray and I land for free (yeah)
So have a hundred shots or better when you playin with me (c'mon)

Or when they playin with us they lay in the dust
In a way that we bust to get paid is the must

The eight that I buss in god we trust (god we trust)
When you hear em' say that's them niggaz then the squad be us (thats them niggaz)

We're gon trash them niggaz in a garbage truck (whooo!)
They really don't want no parts of us (uh-uh)
When I hunt these niggaz I get a rush (tell em!)
I'm branging pieces to these niggaz home to the pumps

And I'm home with the pump (yeah)
Then I hit the streets so I can rome with the pump (yeah)
Put a hole in the trunk (c'mon)
What you want, tear ya vest apart (tear ya vest apart!)
Shoot ya chest out your back
So I can test out your heart (whooo!)
Muthafucker!

Writer : HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/ODOM, S./CLARKE, K.
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing