Mr. Bigg - MJG, 8 Ball, Cheeto Gambine

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

Now, I was broke as a motherfucker, my life at the end, see?

My so-called friends, they had no ends to lend me

My job at Micky D’s was fuckin' me with no grease

I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased

I quit my fuckin' job, I have no job, nigga

Put on the mask, get the Glock, it’s time to rob, nigga

I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen

Damn I was nervous, but my fear didn’t stop my strollin'

Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck

I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked

Reachin' for my Glock, some nigga kicked me in my chest

My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death

I woke up at the med still woozy from the jackin'

Duprano walked in, he told me what had happened

I knew him from the hood, I did not know him well

He drove a red Jag, I heartd that he was bale

He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress

He said he killed them motherfuckin' niggas with his TEC

He offered me a job, said he’d front me what I needed

I said that I was with it, dreamin' one day I would be Mr. Big

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my gig

I put it all on the line, and ain’t no time to renege

I had dreams as a kid of one day movin' the bricks

Bad chicks in the mansion with cameras watchin' the crib

I called my big bro Duprano, and now I live like Soprano

I got my hands on them keys, I’m tryna work the piano

I used to watch on TV, but now I’m on every channel

God granted my wishes, just like I blew out a candle

It’s my birthday, you bitches, and on the turf I’m that nigga

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but Mr. Big just got bigger

I grew up on that jam ball, I scratched my CD and all

Screamin' out Mr. Big and cuffin' a key of raw

Passin', I’m laughin', cool air with you motherfuckers

Cheeto Gambine, I’m Mr. Big to you motherfuckers

Top order cribs, a million dollar garages

Top pack on Hebrew, tuxedos and hard bottles

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

(But not because of my size)

Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big