Big things come in small packages, motherfucker "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something You don't really want it Better stop fronting 'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting 'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something Man, look at the wheels The motherfucking wheels, black [?] bloods You niggas know the deal Fuck Lamborghini doors, nigga. I ride stock and fuck you little rap niggas homie I buy pac Dude told me long time ago, "Joy is pain." You sell 5 million records some shit gonna change He was right. I traded the coupe and got me a Range No "ice" to black diamonds in my black-wall chain You know, I'm gonna ride and ain't shit change But the right to claim both sides. East side, west side! Niggas know me down in best style, blowing sticky with them crook-land kids Hit switches on the Brooklyn bridge. Speakers banging. I'm going going Big took you there and game recognize game. Don't play me, homie You think 'cause I'm a millionaire I won't spray you, homie "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something You don't really want it Better stop fronting 'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting 'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something It's only been 12 months. I lost a few friends Had my baby mama bust the windows out of my Benz Hip-hop police on me every city I'm in. Well, hell, me and low-dipping again Three-wheel motion chrome spokes on the rims Run up on us, watch that .38 revolver spin I'm rich game bitch. I made a few mill Now the 64 impala got a Paul Wall grill They say I moved out the hood I ain't keeping it real So, I took the projects back and put it on top of the hill I'm hungry. Still rap like I ain't got no deal You can pop that Cristal but, nigga, I pop steel I'm going "Diamond". I put that on my unborn child I'm almost dead. I ran 99 miles Bitches. They used to diss me They're feeling me now They say I rap like I'm from New York and they like my style "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something You don't really want it Better stop fronting 'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting 'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something This can be the day you get richer or this can be the day you try This can be the day you walk away or this can be the day you die Yeah, motherfucker. You hear my shit in the club when you do know 9 out of 10 times I'm in the club Stop fucking with Cristal. I can't pay that price I take a 20.40 ounces and a bucket of ice Pour it on my niggas. Now, they're flooded with ice Niggas hate me to my death 'cause I'm loving my life I can walk through any hood. I paid that cost I ain't felt disco since I got shot in the hearth 27 years old. Put the tell on the Porsche 27 covers from double XL to the source Dr. Dre choose me to carry the torch I spit 'cause the D.O.C. lost his voice "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something You don't really want it Better stop fronting 'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot "You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting 'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something