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[Jay-Z]Uhh, uh uh uhIt's big pimpin baby..It's big pimpin, spendin G'sFeel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeahGe-ge-geyeah, geyeah..You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave emCause I don't fuckin need emTake em out the hood, keep em lookin goodBut I don't fuckin feed emFirst time they fuss I'm breezinTalkin bout, "What's the reasons?"I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitchBetter trust than believe emIn the cut where I keep emtil I need a nut, til I need to beat the gutsThen it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em upLet em play with the dick in the truckMany chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffsDivorce him and split his bucksJust because you got good head, I'ma break breadso you can be livin it up? Shit I..parts with nothin, y'all be frontinMe give my heart to a woman?Not for nothin, never happenI'll be forever mackinHeart cold as assassins, I got no passionI got no patienceAnd I hate waitin..Hoe get yo' ass inAnd let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out nowRI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeahAnd let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out nowRI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeahChorus One: Jay-ZWe doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G'sCheck em out nowBig pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'sWe doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N BYo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G'sWe doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'sWe doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B[Bun B]Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresarioComin straight up out the black bar-rioMakes a mill' up off a sorry hoeThen sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-ohOops, my bad, that's my scenarioNo I can't fuck a scary hoeNow every time, every place, everywhere we goHoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bitWe don't pull it out over little shitAnd if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hitGo read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocabDon't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with meand you see us comin down on yo' slabLivin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take itBut nigga if you hatin Ithen you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break itYou gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes onNow get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's onPump it up in the pro-zoneThat's the track that we breakin these hoes onAin't the track that we flow's onBut when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozoneWe keep hoes crunk like Trigger-manFo' real it don't get no bigger manDon't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flipGettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, foolChorus Two: Bun BWe be.. big pimpin, spendin G'sWe be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'sWe be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N BCause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G'sAnd we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'sCause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga[Pimp C]Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cupAll my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buckEverybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mallIf he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'allIf I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin MercedesChromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay meUhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boysComin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noiseChorus Twomore free lyrics