Suge And Pac Puff And Big Lyrics by Big Tymers

Suge And Pac Puff And Big Lyrics

    [b.g.]
    Me the b.g. and baby my fuckin runner
    Two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown
    About money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
    We roll in trucks like hummers and expiditions
    Our relationship like moses and jesus
    Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming between us
    Two black young heathens, that's how they treat us
    Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
    Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw
    Spendin g's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin
    Tryin to make a mil y'all
    Cuz we roll with the motto, "ball til we fall"
    Fuck wit b you bringin b.g. all the way out there
    Fuck wit me you bringin baby all the way out there
    Since '92, '93 our love been there
    We never stand to a pussy, cash money, nigga stare
    I'm a big tymer, that's a fact
    Suga slim just signed a, me and him a contract
    ? capone thugin quick they bust yo head, watch that tone
    In that mansion is where we lay our head at
    We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops
    Way i bust it like suge and 'pac

    [chorus]{ baby }
    Like suge and pac
    Like puff and b.i.g
    Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
    Like face and jay
    Like russ and run
    Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

    [b.g.]
    Like jay and face
    Like russ and run
    Baby and b.g. comin thru like a sound right from machine gunz
    Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
    You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
    Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black hummers
    It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
    We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first
    And we see play boy to hide our riches
    Me and this young nigga we title the snitches
    He the muthafuckin rapper and i'm the game stealer
    And if you you fuck wit him
    I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
    And i'll put that on my ma and my pa and they both restin in peace
    It ain't nuttin in this industry gon fuck
    Wit baby and b.g. wit manny fresh's beats
    Wit suga slim's brains behind all this heat and my hot boyz strapped riding
    Right beside me, nigga i'll bet a million dolars to yo life there
    I'll bet my rolex wit my bezzle nigga to yo cable bill
    It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit cash money
    Cause we keep it real
    Nigga believe that

    [baby]
    Now what
    [chorus]{ baby }
    Like suge and pac
    Like puff and b.i.g
    Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
    Like face and jay
    Like russ and run
    Baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

    [b.g.]
    I got love for my nigga baby
    He heard i rap came on va and seen me
    Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
    Cause i'm gettin my shine on don't you hate me?
    B.g. and baby, livin good for,
    We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
    Fuck wit me and my boy, i wish you would dog
    We ridin dirty and i'll put that on the hood dog

    [manny fresh]
    Now what make these hoes thank that i ain't rich
    What make these niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit
    My brotha prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time
    Nigga i'm gon shine till i die
    Me and this nigga been togetha since he was 12
    I knew this young nigga would end up swell
    I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes
    Cause i knew he's be major at one time
    Now i done rolled in the flyest cars
    It aint no secret that baby, b.g. and me are superstars

    [chorus]{ baby }x 2
    Like suge and pac
    Like puff and b.i.g
    Baby and b.g. tryin to clock six figs
    Like face and jay
    Like russ and run
    Nigga baby and b.g. tryin to clock a million

    Manny talkin till music ends

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