Artist: Rapper Big Pooh
Album:  Fat Boy Fresh, Vol. 2: Est. 1980
Song:   HGH
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

"And they love it in Fricso
 Wh-what's his chances of- perjury is what it's about,
 that you lied about taking the juice? What do you think?"

  "Shh- I don't know! I'll lie, too! {*cracks up*}
   Shoot, I don't know! I don't know!
   The realization of it is that stuff don't make you a better player
   Probably make you look better or think you're better
   But I've seen people knocked out with that stuff, y'know..."

"You never used that stuff? You never used it, right?"
   
   "No, I never used it, but I need some juice {*cracks up*}"

[Rapper Big Pooh]
Time to wake they ass up, niggaz sleepin on me still
Better hit the snooze button, new frontin niggaz lunchin
Clock punchin but you're tellin me how to do my J-O
Should be on that Shawty Lo diet, dummy +Dey Know+
Who the best is and who the rest is
Poke my chest out like two breasts-es, don't forget the message
Disposing of you wannabes, the flow is so precious
Fat shit messes like a blend backspin
Shall I pretend, you can hold the candle to my everlasting zeal
Be REAL, nigga! I KILL niggaz!
I don't feel what they rest what they be talkin 'bout
A bunch of gossipin bitches, Lil' Richard
Takin pics of these scriptures pulsating through your eardrum
If you feel like you really want it, come and get some
Chilled long enough, play the back, now I'm at
where Rosa Parks sat, couple lashes on the back
Imagine that, it's a WRAP for you muh'fuckers!
Nah really, it's a wrap if you plan on settin traps
I advise that you think about it, cousin
I give you four bars while my phone buzzin - hold on

"Yeah son, you're too strong for these niggaz trying to write you out of history
 They don't know, haha! They don't know, nigga"

[Rapper Big Pooh]
My momma ain't raised no fool
You niggaz is cool, the cool kids fail classes
Passed all the mine, I'm a master
Hip-hop facsism, haves and have-nots, rap's classism
Do the knowledge, I dropped out of high school but I finished college
Young man with a lot of millage
Fuck the little kid games, I'm working on my aim
Starting not to feel shit like I took some novocaine
The pain in your side that'll never subside
You can run, you can hide, I will find you
Nigga, I remind you, I'm killin you, the chalk outlined you
If you that nice - huh, why nobody signed you?
The skills outshine you, bars unparalleled 
You fear me like a two-man cell
I excel where you ended, 48 laws I amended
Fuckin with me not recommended
Niggaz start shit, I will end it
It's more like a scrimmage, better yet a practice
Your effort deemed hapless, young cats are classless
A couple of 'em nice but the rest of 'em actresses, word up