Texty:
Mr Big Hold Your Head Up

be with your baby momma, you be with your child at home Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a calzone, okay I will break your

yo put that joint on the big speakers Yo c get me some water yo, turn it up real loud I'm just gonna rock this joint, yo go head, go head Here it go,

myself to be a man Mama said keep God in all your plans Let the sun shine keep your head high Its always people after your spot, gotta stay high, gotta

wheel? N****z better chill for the b******* peel Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill N**** I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up Frozen up

get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her Psych, I already stuck her I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up

, shoot we down to the spot Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot Them folk say they sweepin', seekin' he who hold stock Ay, run,

big old nightmare Nigga this the slaughter stepping up I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I'll slap your ass

stumble over words Clue *inhale*...Duro *inhale*...Slim *inhale*...Meth *inhale*... Five *inhale*...Nine *inhale*...Hold up *inhale*...breath [Method Man] It's just...Mr

dry then prolly gon get ya' shit wet[Laughing] I ain't tryna be big Give me a big check, check Could spit techs Split up ya' team like dipset [Verse