Big Shot

[Intro: Ran Reed & Sample]
Uh-huh, check it
Ran Reed
Big shot, big shot
[?]
Yeah, uh
Big shot, big shot
[?]
Big shot, big shot

[Verse 1]
Now come take a journey with this hit nigga Ran
As I shake shit up like a quiz in Japan
It's time to blow the world up
But first time I'm goin', pick your girl up
And make the toes curl up
When will you understand? You can't compete
I'm too sweet like a [?]
My ill type of language shocks ya
Then knocks ya off your feet like the Cisco
Strictly Hip Hop, fuck the artificial disco
How far will this go? Well who knows
As long as niggas recognize the Ran packs flows
Like your girl's packin' rubber when she's onto cream
All she wants is some food and a place to sleep
I took her ass to the Radisson
Big up to all my niggas that be dwellin' out in Paterson
It's somethin' new, showin' you just how we do
I make you say ''Ooh ooh'' 'cause I represent the true
I catch ears when I'm speakin', fry like the Jeekin
Just half black, half Puerto Rican
Got your girlie peekin', why?
'Cause she know who be the boss man
Yo face the fuckin' facts, you took a loss man
Like the Horsemen, Ran'll leave you headless
If you ever try to diss, your brain I'ma twist
Ain't no competition when it comes to the straight
And in a child's book you should've stayed

[Chorus: Ran Reed & Sample]
Big shot, big shot
I'm droppin' niggas on the spot
If you ever try to diss me, [?]
Big shot, big shot
I'm droppin' niggas on the spot
If you ever try to diss me, [?]
Big shot, big shot
I'm droppin' niggas on the spot
If you ever try to diss me, [?]
Big shot, big shot
I'm droppin' niggas on the spot
If you ever try to diss me, [?]

[Verse 2]
Feelin' hurt is the mode and mood that I got you in
Like Biggie said I got that ass loose in oxygen
You can't breath, your heart's beatin' too fast
You catch a stomach ache like when you're eatin' too fast
I told you don't be fuckin' with the nigga who rips
Put the flip scripts like bloods and cribs
It's time to lay the cards on the table
Fuck you, your weak budget and your wack ass label
Unable to handle all the pressure that I hit you with
Can't maintain, so now you shootin' dope in your veins
Just goes to show you're weak minded
Searchin' for your soul but you just couldn't find it
Every song I made, best believe it got rewinded
Never fast forward and write a rap
Open up the skull then I pour it in just like juice
Hit you with the double nodes and like a double deuce
I intoxicate pussy ass niggas beggin' for the microphone
But they gots to wait until I'm straight and content
I'm leavin' suckas bent
And every word I said, best believe that I meant
My raps is the weapon, makin' hits is how I let off
You tried to play me out so I had to chop your head off

[Chorus: Ran Reed & Sample]
Big shot, big shot
I'm droppin' niggas on the spot
If you ever try to diss me, [?]
Big shot, big shot
I'm droppin' niggas on the spot
If you ever try to diss me, [?]
Big shot, big shot
I'm droppin' niggas on the spot
If you ever try to diss me, [?]
Big shot, big shot
I'm droppin' niggas on the spot
If you ever try to diss me, [?]

[Outro: Ran Reed & Sample]
Big big s... big big s...
There it is yo
Big shot, big shot
If you ever...
Big shot, big shot
If you ever...
Big shot, big shot...