Drivin 'Em

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]

Drivin in a Benz, burban Lexus

Coming through this motherfucker, turning motherfuckin necks

Going back in a superstretch

Just to see how many shy bitches I can catch

When I ride motherfucker you gon know

20s on the skinnies hanging out the window

Leather interior wood grain

18 inches woofers bought me so much pain

I'mma mac like Roley the one and only

Puff like daddy and im pretty like Tony

See the ho, bitch, shit

It's gotsta stop calico on the flo when a Ruger stay cocked

For the niggas in the night that call jack

With the tool imma fool, automatics click clack

I wanna fuck and how to fuck you bigger

Mama gonna dress ya and lord gon bless ya nigga

In the middle of the night it's hot

Call toll take a Frank mean yall to the spot

Cash Money rules everything around

If you represent U.P.T. or downtown

[Verse 2: Baby]

Bitch I thought ya knew they call me Baby

Hoes I drive them crazy

Money is a must, coke slanging

Plus I never duck when niggas bust in cars

I love many Benz, expeditions , hummers

They so pretty, and I fuck these hoes

Got a grill with a mouth full of golds

And Bitches know that I'm rich and dont take no shit

Notice lamborgini niggas that isnt shit

And I love these hoes that suck dick

Big Tymers for life it’s the shit

50 g's on my rolex From acorn

Sugar slim got the brains behind it homie

And It's so real nice with the ice

They call me Baby These bitches know my game is tight

[Verse 3: Larell]

Who can file for most of the squash

Blast through the door and get your ass tossed

Every nigga on the map on acasion lose every nigga in them hallways

Nuthin but truth is behind the peace treaty is the best decision

Cuz you don't want them to hit cha bitcha

Me in the coop, ya'll in the hall

Ya'll on the crawl so I gots to ball

I'm in the yearbook

When I was at booker t party of the year 1993

My satisfaction is, I've never been a problem

See my advirsaries were suspended and I hide em

When I'm stuck in the club niggas will let you know

On the door start looking for sure

And if you want to start something

With my kliq it's cool cuz chop off all your dicks

Uptown baby the Big Tymers know where I live

The third door from the hum drums

Your dumb if want some rowdy boy we'll some

You won't see us in the tinted old car

Won'tcha ass be all fallin behind

But you got luck thats why you got behind

Time is running out for you fools

Chickens I was at your girls house with the lights out

And slash your fuckin leather

Get a seperate shit better, whether

Win, lose, or draw, still losing my clip

Cuz uptown for life is the motherfuckin shit

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

I'm the little one with the skrilla that's off the rilla

Cuz killas get punked on the start of pilas

Nigga it's me Hot Boy show

Head tilted to the right, I'll be right next store

Nigga you know me from the true store

I die slow cuz the bullets, are old

Niggas fall to the floor, ain't a slug to touch

Too bad little nigga say what

Your pants sagin and your head busts like a skittle

I'm on fire so they tried to chill it

Tell em dogg, ain't nothin gonna shake

Creep like a slave and take all the bait

Like a tape, I still rock the mack 10

110 bullets twirl like a whirlwind

I tie up your boy and rape your girlfriend

Come off the sex with the choppers twirlin in the wind

Better watch your children, are they all in?

I shoot twice, your crawling and I get disgusting

The beef get ugly, start busting going uhhh, up in

Jesus please come see us in the speeder

I jump out with gun in the freezer

Plus your boys won't go

They must of heard of Big Tymers, act like you know

Huh huh wha wha nigga