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I call the crib, they say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus" I'm 'bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up And tell them the money man has slipped and got his throat cut And everything that we took from the warehouse I heard somebody talkin' about it at the White House Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too You tell his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that Lexus I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in, nah! Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card 'Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys Just tell everybody who owe us a dime It's the great hoe round up yo' money time I got to have mine, then I'm outta here Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier Ain't got to worry bout yo' partner gettin' caught like a lame It won't be over 'til that big girl from Decatur sang" It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang East Pointe police don't know a damn thang Yeah, it won't be over, check this out Can you see what I be hearin' Talkin' to spirits when I sleep Peep this out real quick, slick We gets on this beat and speak About that pimp shit, that walk with that limp shit That hemp shit Lookin' up in your face I see a coward and a dim wit Lookin' to run up in my private home Just like you was the folks Servin' a warrant to a baby daddy Who do they come to quote? On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day Don't get caught slippin' Leavin' the keys off in the ignition Makin' me guilty by suspicion Penny Pincher's tryin' to stack for ninety-six Buyin' another Fleetwood, Diamond took it So know we's in the mix I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off 'Cause them niggas at the corner store Been lookin' at me for too long There've been like accidents on highways High days are better than sober ones Don't be biased, but I know it has to come So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin' Y'all don't know nothin' about Big Boi 'Cause that nigga steady dippin' It ain't over, why that, why that Till the bitch open her mouth up and sang, yeah Took me a long time to get here Long time man I'm talkin' about years and years Riding past funeral fields holdin' bodies of my peers If you don't educate yourself Now how the fuck you gonna understand How you 'posed to get paid? Niggas walk around, get with shade tree ass ways Fuck a fade, let my hair drag Back and forth like a see-saw Jumpin' Lily, to lilypad dad Lookin' to get my goodie feel I'm broke in like some old men Who'd stop them or would stop I'm droppin' lines for the big plot Sixteen is when I started to dream It's ninety-six I'm in your face Can you hear that bitch screaming? It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang