Big Tymers Songtext
von B.G.

Now check it out, 2001, this the way it′s going to be done, like pay attention
This little dude rap about sunflower seed and somebody got killed
He rapped about stuntin', somebody got killed
And he rapped about baby mamas, somebody got killed
I paid attention to the whole album, somebody got killed
The lit dude is fascinated with guns, slingshots, weapons, all kind of shit
But this is what′s going to be done, protect yourself, tell them something

Now checkmate, it's like a chess game nigga
Either you the king or the queen, in your house if you a man
Be a motherfuckin' king, or ride out partner, you know what nigga, checkmate
It′s when a nigga got two nines, and the project cuts
And you ain′t got shit and you ain't pay up


A nigga just stole your bitch, checkmate nigga
Checkmate, it′s when mama think her baby ain't doing wrong
And you know he got that motherfuckin′ work
And the nigga done fucked his motherfuckin' ass
"That wasn′t my baby," checkmate, you just been stole partner

Checkmate, it's when you score some work, and got your last
And went score a point
And the nigga saw your clown ass coming
And duct taped you with some motherfuckin' soda
Sit on it partner, you been checkmate nigga

For Sheezy, for Sashi, Haraji, checkmate
It′s when you run around with a bitch, that you think is your bitch
And she too wearing my nigga fresh
Oh yeah, it′ll happen to you
You look like a duck bitch, you got on orange shoes
You know what I'm saying, an orange jumpsuit, you know what I′m saying

And it's like that, murder, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Down south, for cash money things, watch em out, murder
Oh yeah, I still love Popeyes′ chicken, for shickin' niggin′