Artist: Big Pokey f/ Mack Biggers Album: A Bad Azz Mix Tape III Song: Heavyweighters Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Uh-uh, get this scrilla nigga already uh Where ya at nigga, in this bitch baby Mack Biggers in this bitch, with my nigga Po-Yo Sensei, Bad Azz Mixtape nigga volume 3 nigga Stanging like wasps baby, it go down for real Respect it or check it baby, uh say [Mack Biggers] I'm a heavyweighter, and I'm tilting the scale Known for pitching that yale, fuck with me you'll be sipping on shells For my niggaz living in jail, I paint a picture vivid as hell Like a flick in the mail Now what y'all know about, only getting 16 hours of sleep Out of a week, grinding cause the fam got's to eat Same clothes on, fuck hoes long as your do's long I'm trying to get rich dog, fuck trying to hold on You sleeping niggaz, can catch two to the chest With big killers, that'll shoot through your vest Nosy bitches taking two to the neck, we putting work in then shoot to the West It's Mack Biggers, it's the truth in the flesh It's a grown man game, so learn to hold your own Me and my dogs roll with the chrome, cooking up swolling stones Learned the hard way, papa was a rolling stone You know dog, when it's on it's on You can get it while you can, or forget about it when it's over I grind for mine dog, that's why I get it by the boulder (*talking*) Feel that my nigga, (yes sir, it's real) (Real know real, it don't stop), started this different shit baby (yes sir), let em know what ya tal'n bout Po-Yo (for real already, crock bull bloodline) [Big Pokey] Waiting for the wagon, I'ma break it again If rap broke the wagon, I'ma keep breaking my pen And my skin is my sin, why I love my color Don't hate us, cause we lace our whips up with dubs and butter It's love in the gutter, niggaz thug in the gutter Don't get drug in the gutter, cause you thought it was summer Thought it was dead fell, found out it was jumping I heard your partna turned swine, found out he was bumping Got dropped, found out who was chunking Got popped and your partna got rocked, found out we was dumping Niggaz on they ass, cause they sit on they ass They on they feet cause they stay on they feet, nigga get your cash It got me knocking niggaz through the ropes, hand gun popping niggaz through the coat 2-23's, rocking niggaz through a boat I play the game like a sport, and leave it all on the field And when it's rap, leave it all on the real for real (*talking*) Naw I mean, whole 'nother level baby (it's one hundred baby), appreciate that mayn Biggers where ya at baby, (I'm right here baby) Ready, cap off [Mack Biggers] Y'all know me, I'm known for acting ugly with a glock Keeping my game low key, and chase money up the block [Big Pokey] My niggaz we stang like wasps, honey on the block And we get money on the block, just like it fall off trees [Mack Biggers] Load up 18 wheelers, and haul off cheese (we haul off keys), we got work so haul off these [Big Pokey] Say all y'all niggaz freeze, cause we robbing the bank One hitters'll knock your dob in the paint [Mack Biggers] Woss Ness and Mobstyle, hit em hard with a shank [Big Pokey] Sensei and Mack Biggers, crack back niggaz [Mack Biggers] Like a car hit a tank [Big Pokey] I'm on the backstreets flipping, with the raw in the tank [Mack Biggers] Jug in the trunk, L.A. weed (snub and a pump) Game face on, mugging a punk [Big Pokey] I got the same face on Turn your back, and catch a slug in your rump [Mack Biggers] It's a scratch match my nigga, we love it or chump [Big Pokey] And bitch niggaz get hugged with this pump (that's what it is) (*talking*) Get it how ya live, yeah straight up Ride hard, heart of a hustler straight up (don't stop till the casket drop baby), can't stop Twist they asses, steady mashing gotta get it baby don't stop Sensei, I still be thinking longevity Gotta get it dog it don't stop, won't stop Can't play with it yeah, (once again it's on nigga) Mashing baby, everyday every city get it A Bad Azz Mixtape Volume 3 (uh-huh) Yeah, it's out there get it, Hurricane Sensei coming your way Don't count my pockets mayn, Flood the gate Veteran Rookie, dropping all that 2004 Enough for ery'body, we get that Woss Ness they heavy, Presidential they heavy S.U.C. we heavy, out here like potholes baby huh S.U.C.