[Joe Budden]
Okay Dub
It's, it's, it's (it's what?)
It's that on Top Music
[Hook]
Because ya had to be a big shot, did ya'?
Had to open up ya' mouth
Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'?
Had to prove it to the crowd
You had to have the last word last night
You know what everything's about
Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'?
Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, it's ya' boy boy, listen to 'em
I think maybe the steroids is finally gettin' to him
Or maybe it's people believin' all the hard raps
Or maybe it's the tank top with the bra straps
Maybe he's really believin' he's a heathen
Like dude he stole his name from
Dude ain't the same none
Nuttin's hardbody about him, he's like puddin'
So here we are beatin the floor it's White Goodmen
Now I can sit and wait until your team dissolve
Or I can go and get you picked, no screens involved
I get you offed for a clip, no fiends involved
Or we can take it one further, get Queens involved
Where they know he went to Jail, never over a banger
He went to bootcamp, not in pop wit the gangstas
Sorta' like Yayo who stayed in P.C
And you can ask anybody up in M.D.C
But I guess he's a tough guy now that he's free
But doin' that kind of jail time is easy
But it's not beneath me, really I gives a fuck (and I could)
Put the whole Unit on the next Nip and Tuck, BUT!
He keep his dudes in check, I keep it real wit him
Punched Banks in the face and he still wit 'em
Don't worry 'bout me puttin' clips in the forty
To pistol whip Lloyd when 50'll do it for me
[Hook]
Because ya had to be a big shot, did ya'?
Had to open up ya' mouth
Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'?
Had to prove it to the crowd
You had to have the last word last night
You know what everything's about
Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'?
Ya had to be a big shot, did ya'?
[Verse 2]
Far as the kid Game, he's lame to say the least
Mad he from the West, so he diverted to the East
All he talk about, him and his mans that'll blast pounds
But when you see him, he just dancin' in the background,
I tore Game apart
Thought by now the asshole would have a change of heart
Especially since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on Change Of Heart
Teary eyed 'cause his shorty got a change of heart
But I smell something fishy, there's a con in the air
Slacks, his tongue pierced, streaks blonde in his hair
Who's he playin' wit? Keep sayin' shit
And your body'll take the same tour Reagan's did
Still tryna get a buzz, embarrassed, the kid's hurtin'
Reachin', he's losin' his head, he's Nick Bergman
And as far as Banks and Buck, I'm done discussin' 'em (Why?)
I only beef with niggas who own publishin'
Curtis you're a bum, and you're almost done
Same artist you was dissin' exactly what you've become
Saw him at Summer Jam, and all he did was stare
Walked on stage, all you heard was cheer (They threw the chairs at him)
Don't be seen no more, he's a queen no more
And he can't even step foot in Queens no more
Sellin' his soul, Banks hope you're proud of your father
Now we all see the power of a dollar
