[Intro]

I don't trust these niggas, don't trust these bitches neither

I got a bitch, but I don't need her, I just need my Nina (The great Killa)

Like a old-head from 1200, I just need my forty

Oh, he in traffic with his bitch, smoke him and his shorty

Yeah, I'm Big 3

[Verse]

Yeah, you know I'm the G.O.A.T. in my city

You know once you play with the G.O.A.T.s, shit get risky

You know once you fuck with the opps, shit get tricky

Oh, they deep in the crowd, nah, we show no pity

You know I ain't picky

I want all of 'em dead

I ain't sparing shit, I want all of they heads

We gon' spin the block, bitch, you know I ain't scared

Goin' Trazy until they free Wop out the feds, you know I ain't playing

They looking, they know I'm the man with the plan

If you see what I see, I'm the man with the bands

Nigga, I don't know you, I ain't shaking your hand

If you say the wrong thing, I'ma up, get to spraying

I'ma knock out his lights, I'ma take that boy life, if we beefin', then I might go fuck on your wife

If he dissing on Ray, he'll be dead by tonight

Shooters ready to blow when I say it's aight

I be tweaking, bitch, I pour a four in my Sprite

I be leaning, but you know a four, that shit light

Fuck the four, It's on sight, bitch, it's up like a kite

5.56s be all in his head like some lice

I was broke, I was eating hot dogs in my rice

Now I walk in the mall and I buy what I like

I like that, yeah, I'll take the shoes with the spikes

My pockets fat, your pockets look like they petite

He with Trazy, don't know what's up Crazy Joe

Man, that boy out his mind, he be ready to blow

He said if It's my time then I'm ready to go

He won't play with that iron, lil' kid gon' up the score

He like, "Set, what you doing? Let's slide through the O"

Day and night like, "Fuck that, we gon' slide through the four"

Saw my face, he got shocked like he saw a ghost

When we fly, he gon' drop, turn, into a post

When we fly, he gon' drop, turn into a strain

I come straight out the 'jects, now the jit on demand

Big 3, I got gunners, they kill on command

Bitch, your shooters ain't huntin', they ain't laying how we laying

I'ma tell you again, I'm the man with the plan

Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the man with the bands

Free 'kash, three times

I swear I'm a motherfucking menace

I waited so long for this shit, now I'm in it

I got it the harder way like I'm Penny

Stay down in this shit 'til you make you a mill'

In my city late night I be spinning and bendin'

If we catch him down bad, we gon' knock off his [?]

I throw in your head, what I'd spend on some Fendi

Better do what you doin', lil' nigga, don't end it

Everything that I got, I'ma die for that shit

We be smokin' your bro, you don't ride 'bout that shit

When we slide, y'all never outside with y'all shit

Man, I smoke up Baldhead, I be high as it get

I be high as a bitch

I got beeps, so you know I run with that stick

Big heat, you know I'm outside with my shit

83, you know not to play with this shit

Big 3, you gon' die if you play with my shit

[Outro]

Big 3, you gon' die if you play with my shit