These niggas ain`t feelin us
It`s the best kept secret, baby
Down south
We got women on the beach
Swerve on streets
Players ridin drop
And the flips won`t stop
[Verse 1]
Now tell me what y`all know about a player like me comin through steppin
I`m wreckin, New Orlean`an, and in 1984 turned Texan
Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself
Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt
With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game
I had to pass em by cause it really wasn`t my thing
Now don`t you wanna scream it like you mean it
To them fools who said I couldn`t do it
The ones that said that if I left the group, then I`d be ruined
Keep on doin what you`re doin
That`s what my conscience said, use your head, and you`ll win
Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn`t really my niggas
They reneged, they couldn`t stand to see me get big in the business
That`s why they player-hated me
Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee?
It never faded me cause I know where my head is at
Know where I`m headed at, that`s why I keep on makin...
[Chorus]
Now the deeper the root
The bigger the square of the loot
When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool
I`m speakin the truth, partner, seek and you`ll find
Southern dialect, I`m regulatin, that`s how I gets down for mine
[Verse 2]
It`s on to the break of dawn
So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes
That`s puttin these knots in my pocket? I`m
About to rock until I can`t no mo`
I`m takin this here all the way to the bank for dough
Cause y`all know, as long as players turn into rappers
And rappers turn into actors, all these broads`ll be gettin atcha
Now which non-believin MC wanna see what time it is?
The rhymin wizard`s about to show you haters what southern rhymin is
I`m bombin kids, I show no mercy on a braveheart
Put it down in `94, and never gave thought
Caught every ???, every ass, checks got cashed
Fools got slung like the trash, I mash
>From the scene, never seen by no witnesses
Partner, don`t try to play dumb, look, you know what this is
Quit the biz cause y`all ain`t ready for the outcome
No doubt, son, I`m from the south, and never lost a bout, son
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now, don`t step, or you`ll get ruined, mayn
I got you trippin on the way a soldier`s like me over here doin things
You knew the game, but you blew it again
Now the head honcho is back, so non-believers, hand over your ring
Give it up or get broken down
It`s goin down now, Mike Dean supplied the potent sound
So now you know it`s a southern thing
I`m handlin things, I bust a rhyme and do damage to any man you bring
I`m serious, I told you that way back in `94
They wanna flow, it ain`t no thing, just let the record go
Didn`t you know I bust from southwest to southeast?
Blessed by the best with this platinum-plated mouthpiece
So I give thanks, then it`s off to the bank
Protected by forces unseen, so I ain`t gettin ganked
As for the fakers and the haters
Small things ain`t nothin to a player
I`m all about my paper
I stacks my chips and then I break
Gather up my crew to Mike-a-nize, then we go and rock another state
Forget what another say, I`m backed up by my actions
Produce a dope hit, make a lick, and leave em askin
Who is Big Mike? and like that I`m back atcha
Partner, handle your businesss, I ain`t mad atcha
Million dollar lyrics I compose leave a pattern for quality stature
[Chorus]
