get the math I'm gone what am I s'posed to do when the club lights come on its easy to be Puff, its harder to be Sean what if the twins ask why I aint
the liquor was clean Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down And it looks like the old man's gettin' on Delilah Jones was the mother of twins
' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big
blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere (You nasty Twin) I don't care, round here they call me Big Pun If you with the big
I've taken 'bout as much as I can Judge Wopner, oh my You gotta be Rain Man to like this guy Thirty Something is alright If you like hearing Yuppies whining all night, can't stand Twin
tendency to scream and yell constantly They have a history of ripping off their shirts It's been one week since they had the fight With the Siamese twins
wheat toast and spinach, we should go back to the secret roomhat had only been constructed recently to be conductive to the force that grew around the twins
in the middle of July we got that summer snow I got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a pretty bitch But the Porsche look gorgeous Harlem is one big
the middle of july we got that summer snow i got em snow boarding in august and i love a pretty bitch but the porche look gorgeous (juicy) harlem is one big
good, like Tiger Woods And I roar like a tiger would My livelihood, is not Hollywood I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood A circus, big
Portuguese and Dutch And if it's not too much I'd like to have the perfect twin One who'd go out as I came in I've got to grab the big brass ring So
to ya lady Now what I'll do to ya lady, I'll do to ya life Come through, break you, get out with my stripes Pipe down big dog, ain't no need to be soar
we on it dog, ya know how it is We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh [Runt Dawg] Y'all hear that big trunk
T-shirt Bitch you gotta shake it till your camel starts to hurt Say the heals on your feet or the strap around your ankle Call that big bow jangle Juicy
the dashboard Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash for me to spend Like the rims on the Benz while you pretend To got, I fuck twins
She don't be creepin' because she's down with me She got my name tattooed across her chest as R&B Let's get his money, now let's do it, twin I got the
out will burn and chew you Spit you out, like a shot from a German Luger Now who want it, test my peoples I'll blast the boy Pull out them twin desert
I casually make move on my rivalries All eyes I be, on the quest for loot Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker Sipping