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CRIMEWAVE - Think Big (Get Big) lyrics

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[talking]

Yo.. this the shit right here...

Yo, for my niggaz, think big (think big) get big (get big)

Get big... (*whispered* think big get big nigga)

Think big (yeah, come on)

[Shamus(?)]

Yo, yo, yo

You pay the price, we'll get ya club jumpin (jumpin)

Cop the brick, my nigga start pumpin (pumpin)

Cross the path nigga start thumpin (thumpin)

Try to hit me up ya gets nothin (nothin)

This black truck, tinted dark, nigga suit it up

MP two-thou, 100 bars, boot it up

We locate close to the Costa Rica, Rica

Daily move a hundred pounds of reefer, reefer

Ya think big, ya get big, ya think small, stay small

You ain't sure, we stay the fuck away from y'all

Hate me, I hate y'all, you want peace, I want war

Shot to ya face, hear the police nigga get the door

The ball dropped, tecs on cop, bottles pop

It's two-thou, we safe and never nigga hit the block

[talking]

Think big, get big...

...yeah, yeah, yeah, no doubt nigga

[Chorus: Raw]

Yo you think big, get big; think small, stay small

Still ain't sure, stay the fuck away from y'all

Think big, get big; think small, stay small

Still ain't sure, stay the fuck away from y'all

Think big, get big; think small, stay small

Still ain't sure, stay the fuck away from y'all

Think big, get big; think small, stay small

Still ain't sure.. stay the fuck away from y'all

[Karachi Raw]

Fuck them other niggaz, kickin bitch business

I figure they dig dick - our names out they mouth

every five minutes bitch; hit windpipes with this

So they can't come off, Raw bustin in they ears

Feel the killa dealer, get bigger, it's gets no realer

We never liftin nothin, work for light year figure

You don't love me - y'all seein cents and dollar signs

So we see y'all in the same motherfucker gimme mine

Equal with the numbers, we recruited this summer

I went, low on the hoe, that love to blow and trace numbers so

Take it easy, don't get hit up, hit up

Blow stama(?) that'll get you lit up, lit up

Pour liquor that'll kill ya liver, liver

Wiser killin got us gettin richer, and richer

Richer and richer, richer and richer

Killa - dealer - kill 'em; got to kill 'em off

No love without y'all, no peace without war

Battle yourself for all

[Chorus: Raw]

[Skar]

Straight out the Boogies for you crack-smackin rookies

Stackin like a bookie, rockin hoodies

Never was a goodie-goodie, so take this advice

Pay the price, pray to Christ, I'm worse than Poltergeist

It's not the bark it's the bite, my heart is trife

If y'all wanna brawl, I'm like six feet tall

Keep the piece in my drawers, the heat's raw

But ain't nuttin like C4, we ready for y'all

When the shanks get sawed ya legs and dogs

Caliente like hot sauce, slim but I'm not soft

I was taught, to hold four in fours

Bust off, if my dues a buck short

I harm for the cause, and my niggaz up North...

[Chorus: Raw]

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