Big Tymers Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Let Us Stunt Lyrics

(feat. B.G., Turk)

 [Baby {talking}]

 I got that work

 (For sure)

 I got that work, nigga

 Hustle - death if you hustle with us

 (I'll front ya, boy)

 'Cause I'ma put that work on your life, lil' one

 ({too low to hear} if you're shined out with a nigga)

 It ain't no secret

 

 [Baby]

 I'm that nigga, Baby

 But my niggas, they call me Atrice

 Every bitch I fuck gotta be above average

 On another level, nigga - millionaire status

 Just bought two mansions: one in Florida, one in Dallas

 I'm a boss nigga

 Buy whatever, don't give a fuck 'bout the cost, nigga

 I like to floss, nigga

 It ain't no secret: I'm the number-one stuntman

 You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk, man

 I'm a O.G. shot caller - Big Tymer

 Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver

 Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider

 

 [B.G.]

 Don't test the water - look, believe B.'ll ride

 

 [Baby]

 Nigga, I'm a millionaire

 Tote two guns 'cause I've been there

 Lil' wodie, you don't wanna go there

 I'm fuckin' all these hoes

 

 [Mannie Fresh]

 Y'all better believe!

 

 [Baby]

 And I'm tellin' the next rappin' bitch what's up my sleeve, wodie

 

 [Hook (Turk)]

 Bitches say we stunt too much (much)

 It's okay 'cause we can back it up (up)

 Know you gon' let us do what we do (do)

 Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too)

 

 [B.G.]

 (Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate, checkmate)

 Ain't it a bitch how I be stun'n - I know, but I can do that

 I pull up, top down on a Prowler, they be like, "Who that?"

 Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a H.B.

 'Cause don't nobody stunt like them niggas from CMB

 Baby had me reppin' since I was in the sixth grade

 'Cause niggas wonder how I'm eighteen and already made

 I done been through it - from bustin' heads to doin' time

 Now I'm on that level to where I got the right to shine

 Me and my clique hit the scene - Ree's, jeans, and T's

 Wrist, neck, and ears just shoutin' *bling*bling*

 We be thuggin' to the fullest - stay handlin' hoes

 'Cause all of 'em the same: straight scandalous hoes

 I ain't trippin' - they can ride in the whip with a nigga

 But put your head down and donate your lips to a nigga

 Tossin' bitches is a hobby 'cause me and my niggas share

 Gotta respect that's the life for this Cash Money Millionaire

 

 [Hook (Turk)]

 

 [Mannie Fresh]

 (What, what, what)

 I know y'all sayin', "Look here - what the fuck is that?"

 A Space Shuttle, lil' daddy - made by Cadillac

 Take that other shit out, and put Corinthian leather

 Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather

 They go, "Whooooo!", when I fly by they shit

 They go, "Oooooh!", you diggity? Just don't quit

 I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll

 I like 'em on their head in the bed against the wall

 Turbo-charged dick slinger...

 ...pussy banger

 ...pain-bringer

 Nasty in-and-out finger

 See that girl that you're with - I did that shit

 Any girl that you get, I'ma hit that bitch

 Last year: helicopter playa - hello

 This year: plushed-out, pimped-out Space Shuttle

 You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do

 And if you're a real hot girl you'll let me fuck your crew

 For real, though

 

 [Hook 2x (Turk)]

 

 [Turk]

 Let us do what we do, let us do what we do

 Let us do what we do, let us do what we do

 Let us do what we do, let us do what we do

 (Let us-)

 What, nigga?

 Let us do what we do

 [Big Tymers:] B-3, Mannie Fresh

 B.G.

 Hot Boys

 Cash Money

 Juvie, Lil' Wheezy

 Suga Slim and his bitch

 [Lil' Turk]

 (Nigga)

 CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me

 How ya lovin' that?

 Nigga, how ya lovin' that?

 Nigga, now how ya lovin' that?