Big Shit by Eddie Ill & D.L. (Ft. Rawcotiks)
Big Shit by Eddie Ill & D.L. (Ft. Rawcotiks)

Big Shit

Eddie Ill & D.L. & Rawcotiks * Track #21 On A Trip Below

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Big Shit by Eddie Ill & D.L. (Ft. Rawcotiks)

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Big Shit Lyrics

Eddie Ill & D.L. ft. Rawcotiks - “Big Shit”
[Emcee(s): Jeff Valentino and Buttah (AKA Butta Lee)]
[Producer(s): [?]]

[Verse 1: Jeff Valentino]
Dealing with life is like a struggling process
I feel like a fucking hostage, they're trying to lock this
Frame down for trying to sell keys and pounds. Most of
Us are locked down, the cops clear the corner
A few turn informers, they’re snitching, telling stories
In the camcorder. Man, they're out of order
But death will be the penalty for spilling our plans on
The enemy, they gain another enemy, pursuing a weak
Identity. Dial on the Grey long, they're acting kind
Of strong, got caught up in the game, now their dick is on
Their palm, they’re singing songs on the family to drop an A1
Felony, but come around the way, you'll be a memory
“Remember me?” will be the only words heard
You little herb, now you got served, now your soul is with the birds
Up in the clouds. Don't try to come down now
‘Cause if you do, once again, I get your life expelled, and I'ma
Shoot myself so we could both see each other in Hell
Fuck a cell. I'm gonna excel my own lyrical
Format. You're think you're all of that? When me and
You contact, yo, you're best to watch your back
‘Cause me and my niggas don’t give a damn, and when we
Get down, you know we always fucking slam. Yo, the
Cops and the loot are dividing groups, most of us
Ain’t troops no more. Yo, I'm feeling the war

[Hook: Jeff Valentino and Buttah]
Big cars, big money, big jewels (Big shit)
Big hips, big tits, big dicks (Big shit)
Big deals, big man, big heist (Big shit)
Big hearts, big sparks, big tour (Big shit)
Big cars, big money, big jewels (Big shit)
Big hips, big tits, big dicks (Big shit)
Big deals, big man, big heist (Big shit)
I got bagged, I got rich, I didn’t snitch—big shit

[Verse 2: Buttah AKA Butta Lee]
A true
Hustler, government name stained, a coke game, can't complain
Money changes hands like heads alternating brains
In my hostile plane, terror attacks are official
Hollow-point, constant missiles ejected from hot pistols. Street
Corners is wild, I'm used to niggas acting foul like when
Custodies be on the block, they be like, “Buttah can't be found,” but I’m down
Down for what? Murderous schemes, we're plotting how to
Count, to rake green, lusting for pile like duplicitous teens
My A-P-T's effective when macking, sex, bugs
Stashing drugs. Snitches live? Bucking slugs. My personal
Thugs, Jeff clip ‘em. How many victims? Wrap ‘em up
And ship ‘em, using silencers to keep it quiet
For the system. In the jungle, I play the big
Game hunter, making more noise than thunder, scratching off
All serial numbers in two counties
The streets couldn't drown me, the project cops couldn't house me

[Hook: Jeff Valentino and Buttah]
Big cars, big money, big jewels (Big shit)
Big hips, big tits, big dicks (Big shit)
Big deals, big man, big heist (Big shit)
Big hearts, big sparks, big tour (Big shit)
Big cars, big money, big jewels (Big shit)
Big hips, big tits, big dicks (Big shit)
Big deals, big man, big heist (Big shit)
I got bagged, I got rich, I didn't snitch—big shit

[Verse 3: Jeff Valentino and Buttah]
I seen
It all, from rich to poor, honey-dips going raw
To get pregnant ‘cause they see the large investments. Got you
Niggas up in settlements, illegal aliens
Trying to become residents, it's all about the presidents. I knew
This cat, yo, he's always blunted, he drives a 500
Looking around like he always want it. He just
Does things to let niggas know he's getting paid
But what he don't know is that he's digging up his own grave. The cash'll change
A nigga quick at the flip of a dime, giving me
Bad signs, but I made mines with my own rhymes. It ain't
My fault that you're wasting yours on drugs and whores
Trying to show off while I was busy opening stores. In this world
Of drugs, sex, murder victims, and suspects
Innocent bystanders, be weary who busts next

[Hook: Jeff Valentino and Buttah]
Big cars, big money, big jewels (Big shit)
Big hips, big tits, big dicks (Big shit)
Big deals, big man, big heist (Big shit)
Big hearts, big sparks, big tour (Big shit)
Big cars, big money, big jewels (Big shit)
Big hips, big tits, big dicks (Big shit)
Big deals, big man, big heist (Big shit)
I got bagged, I got rich, I didn't snitch—big shit

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