Big Tymers - Da Man Lyrics

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[Chorus: TQ]

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go let me go)

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know all i know)

[Trick Daddy]

A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up

A ki of coke could get you rich

But too much of this shit can get you stuck up

That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit

Case he flip the script you know where he live at

Plus the game don' came a long way

Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way

See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys

'cause they got guns bigger than yours

Plus ain't not more coppin out

You either ridin or tellin if you ride then you ride forever

Born the son of a straight killa

Raised by a strong woman I'll ride for my homies

So can a nigga get a boooonnnd

Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son

Your Honor answer this question and be honest

If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?

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[Chorus]

[Baby]

Ay ay move on over (wooooo)

I sit and took over

2 clips the AK holder

Brick taped to my bitch

Strapped on her shoulder

Raw grams in the trunk of a jag

Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash

It's drought season daddy we huntin for riches

We fly like birds go divin for fishes

A known deep boy the #1 Stunna

Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer

But on my block a old tymer got shot

I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot

I'm shittin on niggas grandma got grams

She gave me a revolver automatics get jammed

I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand

I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man

[Chorus]

[Mannie Fresh]

See check it out the dope game is a mother fucker young man

I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man

You in the game now you know what you don' done man?

"Yeah bruh but i gotta feed my son man"

A cutlass supreme still a young nigga's dream

A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream

Well lil one looky here who you scorin from?

Look this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb

Take that the comeback is incredible

Get caught then nigga it's federal

By the way don't say no mother fuckin names

You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games

You know the rules of this shit

Fuck around and be one dead bitch

It's money and the power

Every second every hour

From sco' to the flo'

Bakin soda to the flour

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