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trial time - greg street lyrics

f/ mr. bigg

rtist: greg street f/ mr. bigg
typed by: gadge31061@yahoo.com

[verse 1: mr. bigg]
i started selling dope back in 1986
i bought a cadillac and put them thangs on that b-tch
the brains blowed out with them whited leather seats
fienders screaming for that b-tter cause that other sh-t is weak
i was only 17 had the neighborhood hooked
had em stealing out they crib cause my crack tasted like ribs
i’m up in the morning with tha rest of these rookies
you out here selling these dimes b-tch i’m out here selling these cookies
i’m flying out of town getting them thangs for 12-5
400 for an ounce and see 50 when it’s dry
pyrex dishes in tha motherf-cking kitchen
word around town mr. bigg got them chickens
that n-gg- bought a house for a small by the lake
and gave his grandma set of keys to the safe
them jealous -ss n-gg-s and them hoes started hating
to see my lil sister drive a benz to graduation
i’m tripping on that hennessey and i’m smoking on them buzz
i still got love for them n-gg-s selling them dubs
i remember when i use to do tha same sh-t
buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up
i can’t put my glock up; my glock is my hoe
and my hoe go everywhere i go
which one of you fake -ss n-gg-s wonna harm me?
i said you better bring the navy cause i’m finna bring tha army

[interlude: mr. bigg] (take that sh-t to trial b-tch-background)
get yo 12 white folks and take that sh-t to trial b-tch
y’all motherf-ckers talking about giving me 20 motherf-cking years
i got 4 motherf-cking lawyers standing right here and we’ll strike this b-tch up
and if that sh-t don’t work i’ll make y’all b-tches kill me in this motherf-cking court room
so motherf-ck you, f-ck tha judge, f-ck tha d.a., and f-ck all you weak -ss hoes

[verse 2: mr. bigg]
i got to make a plan cause them laws is on my -ss
i just got a bird and i got to sell it fast
they know about the down payments on my third house
they know about the diamond in my lil sister mouth
they know about the benz in the back pathfinder
they know about the vacation trip i took to china
they know about the hoe i was f-cking named cathy
heard she got busted with a bird in tallah-ssee
and now they tryin to say that the yay belong to me
i know they trying to get me caught; these n-gg-s keep holding they nuts on me
d-ckie suits, and bullet proofs, and still toes
no fake -ss n-gg-s only some real hoes
i packed my sh-t cause it’s time for me to go
i’m getting tired of em kicking in my ma door
and even though they don’t find sh-t they talk sh-t
asking questions saying how the f-ck you bought this sh-t
and how the f-ck you don’t work but drive different cars
we got ya on tha interstate in a jaguar
where that dope and them motherf-cking guns at?
we’ll let you go if you tell us where yo son at
sh-t i don’t know nothing light it up and type it up
and tell the d.a. get ready cause we gon strike it up

[interlude: mr. bigg] & {mother (take that sh-t to trial b-tch-background)
dialing? ringing
h-llo
{the d-mn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy
asking me how i bought my house and cars and taking pictures of our sh-t
so you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cause it’s hot down here
aight mama i’ll holla at cha

[verse 3: mr. bigg]
i’m down in new orleans with my auntie and my granny
tha clean side of this mr. bigg family
they know i’m on the run so i can’t use the phone
my motherf-cking babies they don’t even know i’m gone
lent my mama 20, 000 for my babies and the bill money
i’m in tha attic smoking weed cause i think this sh-t is still funny
make em kill me or turn myself in
sh-t i’m facing life in tha godd-mn pen
tha d.a. wonna see a n-gg- fry
bringing n-gg-s back from tha pin to testify
yeah i bought some guns from him
yeah he sold me some dope
n-gg-s telling on me that i never even seen before
everybody wonna sell dope and try get rich
out on the corner just waiting to get indicted
you told on yourself then you told on me
you might a heard of me but you ain’t never bought no bird from me
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s got this game f-cked up
telling on n-gg-s just to get their time cut
a sks with a magnified scope
if you wonna f-ck with me b-tch you better get them white folks

[outro: mr. bigg]
all you hoes and all you n-gg-s
better take that sh-t to motherf-cking trial
all you hoes and all you n-gg-s
better take that sh-t to motherf-cking trial
take that sh-t to trial b-tch (x4)

- greg street lyrics

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