Artist: C-Note Album: Street Fame Song: Mr. Big Shot Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Uh, Big Shot Records hold up uh [C-Note] It's Mr. Big Shot, creeping with the big glock I came to make your head bob, my triggers give me head shots I let the lead pop, when I let the top drop Rolling down MLK, where them fine girls bop My rims won't stop, trunk beating up your block Ring is blinding up your spot, T records selling out Know I'm tal'n bout, balling like a big shot My pockets like some shoe strings, cause they stay full of knots They know who I are, I roll foreign cars Women say they love me, cause I'm a ghetto star They know how I lean, when we up in they jeans Nigga I'm a B-I-G S-H-O-T People running up, and coming up to me Cause they see the TV's, in the SUV I love it when the people show L-U-V Selling out my concerts, ooh you can't believe [Hook] Mr. Big Shot (it's Mr. Big Shot baby) Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Shot You rolling in the flyest cars, Mr. Big Shot Who do you think you are Mr. Big Shot, I love a young ghetto star [C-Note] Rocks in my ring, deep rocks in my watch Rocks in my piece, chain knots in my socks I keep letting money blow, in the wind Ain't gotta keep a count, how much do' I spend Gonna hit the mall, shop till you drop Sun reflecting off the face, of my chrome watch I'ma teach you how to stroll, with a big shot Cause some hot, you can roll with a big shot Candy helicopters, cause I got hell-a-boppers I be on them don't stopper's, and them chrome choppers See me with the K, and I spray nigga Don't you see me popping tags, everyday nigga Don't you see me coming down, in the J nigga Don't you see the bank account, getting way bigger How you gonna out ball a big shot That'll be the day, you catch a wig shot [Hook] [C-Note] C-Note up on the scene, I'm bout that clover green Cause my pockets way bigger, than Yao Ming I know you see me bling, I'm into flashy things Like putting thirty karats, in my pinky ring I fly private jets, what it do respect Doing donuts in the Vette, bout to break they neck Kids wanna be me, cause I'm a superstar And I keep a model chick, riding on my car Bout to spend a hundred G's, when I hit the bar Some say I take it too far, thinking I'm a star But I'm a big shot, making big thangs happen You see them hundred dollar bills, that I use for packing You see the platinum microphones, that I use for rapping You see the twinkie plus rims, that I use for capping Some people got a lot, but I got way mo' It's Mr. Big Shot, shining I'm up out the do' [Hook - 2x]