Released on February 23, 2009

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[Intro: Max B]

Let's go, Big Mike (Let's go, Big Mike)

(They can never take the game from a young G)

Oh, they can't take the game (Uh)

Max Biggavell

Yeah, it's so simple (The kid Mak Mustard on this)

The game to be sold, not to be told (Bruno time)

See, they got it for cheap

Boss Don Biggavell, Mak Mustard

Gain Greene boss

Chyeah, uh


[Verse 1: Max B]

I tell niggas to ante up, let the family fuck

Bitch, why you pull your panties up? Stand me up (Yup)

Sit me down, hit me with the pound, I'm a keeper (Keep her)

You niggas outta style like beepers (Ow)

Bigga, he's a teacher, he could show you loops that you've never seen

Fruits from the Evergreen (Green)

I'm the quality pedigree, young Bron James with the ball

But on the wing, I'm ashamed of y'all (Ashamed)

Claim to fame to call myself Big, Jigg, and Pac, hit the cigs a lot (A lot)

Mami, she like to lick the cock, skip the drops (Skip it)

7-60 V12 for the winter (Yeah)

Take your shoes off before you enter

Get her dentures a good cleaning

Skeet in 'em 'til they get white (White)

This nigga, he like Mekhi Phifer, actor, fuck you tryna rap for?

Even though I'm comfy (They can never take the game from a young G)


[Chorus: Max B]

Chyeah, I like six-fours and thick hoes (Thick)

Just look at the way she walks, my shit grows

Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes

(They can never take the game from a young G)

Chyeah, I like six-fours and thick hoes

Just look at the way she walks, my shit grows

Life is a bitch (Life is a bitch), you know how the shit goes

(They can never take the game from a young G)


[Verse 2: Mak Mustard]

My nigga, we stack bread, let it fly through the roof

Take the leash off the vinyls, let 'em fly through your coupe

Watch him fly off the stoop, trippin' over trash cans

Got this shit infected like the trashman

The cash fam will get a nigga laid on his ass, fam

Jimmy couldn't ride the wave, now he yelling, "Splash, fam"

Damn, niggas ask what type of zone you be in

'Cause I keep the six parked and we drive the five like a UBN

Let you pick a nigga like UPN

And leave his brains all over the hood of his new BM

Eighties baby raised off of Rakim, and Kool G Rap

Spit slugs that knock the pins out your bitch dooby rap

Leave a nigga laid out on the corner of his block

Throw the press on, and leave his ass cornered with his rocks

Better warn him that I pop, hit his head with a warning shot

(They can never take the game from a young G)


[Chorus: Max B]

Chyeah, I like six-fours and thick hoes (Thick)

Just look at the way she walks, my shit grows

Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes

(They can never take the game from a young G)

Chyeah, I like six-fours and thick hoes

Just look at the way she walks, my shit grows

Life is a bitch (Life is a bitch), you know how the shit goes

(They can never take the game from a young G)


[Verse 3: Max B]

Chyeah, heavy on the wristwear, shit real glittery (Glittery)

I puts you outta your misery

Piffery, slippery, get me in a jam, I can ease out

Dropped the domain, had 'em fiend out

Had 'em bowing down to the great one, niggas praise me like the Buddha

My music always moves ya, lose ya

Leave ya in the woods 'til he stinks up, get ya links up

Nigga, you best to drink up, nigga, you best

Stop fucking with me, I'm a grizzly

Glide through the city like a frisbee

Mama dig me, wanna suck, fuck, wanna let the team get a taste (Taste)

I'm tryna do it in her face, do it for the cake

'Cause it's needed, beat it

Homie, best to step (Step), things are almost completed

This murder case, I'ma beat it, I'm getting money, B

(They can never take the game from a young G)


[Chorus: Max B]

(Chyeah) I like six-fours and thick hoes (Thick)

Just look at the way she walks, my shit grows

Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes

(They can never take the game from the young G)

Chyeah, I like six-fours and thick hoes

Just look at the way she walks, my shit grows

Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes

(They can never take the game from the young G)


[Outro]

I'm getting money

Quarantine, the mixtape

Long awaited

You know what we do here

(They can never take the game from the young G)

Biggavel, big Mak, the ruler