' G's Check 'em out now, big pimpin', on B L A D's We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B Yo yo yo, big pimpin',
where you at But all I'm tryin' to say is you should know me like that I'm just sayin' (It's the R&B Killer) I'm just sayin' (You should know me like that) It's the R&B
mic for the symphony... (Attitude) Ok, ****(not understandable) Never mediocre Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta On my side b***h ride unless she a Oprah B
moms up Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty Thats why nut is all over your body You know what's up [Busta Rhymes] B.R. and B.I. get cream
up, you got a lot of people waitin' on you Do your mamma a favor Give them some of that Chicago style R'n'B that I brought you up on R'n'B ain't been
your, tie up your clothes, yeah End of the, end of the, end of the road Once you find out, ya gonna light up New millenium R 'n' B meets the Caribbean
Cause it look and it feel like Charmin' right That bitch so scandalous SOS you know you can't handle this F-O-X B-R-O-W-N Do y'all realize what kind
you tried to front, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You ain't real, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) I'm the N the A to the S I R And If I wasn't I must've
the corner store Many try, many die, come at nas if you want a war. [chorus] [verse 2] I'm the n the a to the s-i-r And if I wasn't I must've been escobar
make moves in stage coaches Ra Digga likes the roaches if anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R&B
fire, everybody's coming around So go press your skirt, word is there's a new girl in town I call shotgun, you can play your R 'n' B tunes The fellowship
lust,'cause its a must that i bring ya love, squeeze me tight don't let me slip through your fingers 'cause a brother like the B-R-O-W-N is in it to
assassin The K to the R to the A to the Y To the Z to the I to the E And steppin' with Layzie Bone Also the B-I-double Z's up in the house So come prepared
yell, B E N Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck
sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio, prison even the TV All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B U N B
my dream Standing on the shoulders of 20,000 fiends Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D
worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting
everybody wanna see me d0 tha rick james so i d0 tha rick james h0ld up my chain pe0ple st0ppin jus 2 see watch me d0 my thing b0ppers b0ppin but they