Big Pimpin' / Papercut Lyrics

[JZ]
Hahahaha... You're wasting your talent, Randy!

[LP]
It's like a parinoid lookin over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right (JZ: Jigga... lets go)

[LP]
Why does it feel like night today?
Something inside's not right today
Why'm I so uptight today
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head

It's like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face that watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
(and watches everything)
Tell ya: No doubt when it's time to sink or swim
The face inside is hearing me
Right underneath my skin

It's like a parinoid lookin over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right

[JZ]
You know I - thug em, f**k em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't f**kin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't f**kin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let em play with the d**k in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as a*sa*sins, I got no pa*sion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' a*s in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s


We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B


[Jay-Z]

Uhh, uh uh uh

It's big pimpin baby..

It's big pimpin, spendin G's

Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..



You know I - thug em, f**k em, love em, leave em

Cause I don't f**kin need em

Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good

But I don't f**kin feed em

First time they fuss I'm breezin

Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch

Better trust than believe em

In the cut where I keep em

til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts

Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up

Let em play with the d**k in the truck

Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs

Divorce him and split his bucks

Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread

so you can be livin it up? Shit I..

parts with nothin, y'all be frontin

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothin, never happen

I'll be forever mackin

Heart cold as a*sa*sins, I got no pa*sion

I got no patience

And I hate waitin..

Hoe get yo' a*s in

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now

RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now

RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah



Chorus One: Jay-Z



We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese

Check em out now

Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese

We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We 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 impresario

Comin straight up out the black bar-rio

Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe

Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh

Oops, my bad, that's my scenario

No I can't f**k a scary hoe

Now every time, every place, everywhere we go

Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherf**kers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit

We don't pull it out over little shit

And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit

Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab

Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me

and you see us comin down on yo' slab

Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it

But nigga if you hatin I

then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it

You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on

Now get yo' a*s to the back as I'm flyin to the track

Timbaland let me spit my pro's on

Pump it up in the pro-zone

That's the track that we breakin these hoes on

Ain't the track that we flow's on

But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone

We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man

Fo' real it don't get no bigger man

Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip

Gettin blowed with the motherf**kin Jigga Man, fool



Chorus Two: Bun B



We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese

We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese

And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

Cause 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 cup

All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall

If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't f**k witch'all

If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes

Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me

Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys

Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise



Chorus Two



[Jay-Z]

On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee

MTV jam of the week

Made my money quick then back to the streets but

Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...

Standin on the corner of my block hustlin

Still gettin that cane

half what I paid slippin right through customs

It'll sell by night its extra white...

I got so many grams if the man find out

it will land me in jail for life

But im still big pimpin spendin chesse

with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy

We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up

Jigga Man that's what's up



Chorus