Joe Budden: Big shot

[Joe Budden]Okay Thugs...It's...It's...It's (What?)It's that on Top Music[Chorus]You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to open up Ya' MouthYou had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to prove it to the crowdHad to Have the last word that NightYou Know what everything's aboutYou had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?[Verse 1]Yeah Yeah, It's Ya' Boy Boy, Listen to 'emI think maybe the steroids is finally gettin' to himOr maybe it's people Believing all the Hard rapsOr maybe it's the tank top with the Bra StrapsMaybe he's really beleiving he's a thieve'nlike the dude he stole his name fromDude ain't the same noneNothing's hardbody about him, He's like Puddin'So can't we all beat off all his white GoodmenNow I can and just wait till his team dissolveOr I can go and get ya thick (Broad) No Screens involvedI get you offed for a clip, No fiends involvedor we can take it one further, get queens invovledWhere they know he never went to Jail, Never over a bangerHe went to bootcamp, not in pop with the GansgtersSorta' like Yayo who stayed in D.Cand you can ask anybody up in D.CBut I guess he's a tought guy now, The Kids Freebut doing that kind of Jail time is easybut it's not beneath me, Really I gives a fuckI could put the whole Unit on the next Nip & Tuck (But!)to keep his dudes in cheek, I keep it real with himpunched banks in the face and he still with 'emDon't worry 'bout me putting clips in the fortyto pistol whip Lloyd when fifty'll do it for me[Chorus]You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to open up Ya' MouthYou had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to prove it to the crowdHad to Have the last word that NightYou Know what everything's aboutYou had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?[Verse 2]Far as the kid game, he lame to say the leastmad he from the west, so he diverted to the EastAll he talk about, Him and his Man that'll blast poundsbut when you see him, He just dancing in the BackgroundI tore Game apartthought by now the asswhole would have a change a heartEspecially since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on change of HeartTeary eyed cause his shorty had a change of HeartBut I smell something fishy, there's a con in the AirSlacks, His tongue pierced, Streaks Blonde in his HairWho's he Playing With? Keep saying shitAnd ya' body will take the same tour Reagan's didStill trying to get a buzz, Embarassed, The Kid's Hurtin'Reachin', He's losin' his head, He's Nick BirkmanAnd far as Banks & Buck, I'm done duscussing 'em (Why?)I only beef with Nigga's who own PublishingCurtis you a bum, and you almost doneSame artist you dissing exactly's what becomeSaw him at Summer Jam, and all he did was stareWalked on stage, all you heard was Chairs/ Cheers (Man, Ya'll don't get it)Don't be Singin' No More, You a queen, No MoreAnd he can't even step foot in queens no moreSelling his soul, Banks, Don't be proud of Ya' FatherNow we all see the [Chorus]You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to open up Ya' MouthYou had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to prove it to the crowdHad to Have the last word that NightYou Know what everything's aboutYou had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?