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[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' Mouth You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to prove it to the crowd Had to Have the last word that Night You Know what everything's about You 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 'em I think maybe the steroids is finally gettin' to him Or maybe it's people Believing all the Hard raps Or maybe it's the tank top with the Bra Straps Maybe he's really beleiving he's a thieve'nlike the dude he stole his name from Dude ain't the same none Nothing's hardbody about him, He's like Puddin'So can't we all beat off all his white Goodmen Now I can and just wait till his team dissolve Or I can go and get ya thick (Broad) No Screens involved I get you offed for a clip, No fiends involvedor we can take it one further, get queens invovled Where they know he never went to Jail, Never over a banger He went to bootcamp, not in pop with the Gansgters Sorta' 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 fuck I 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 'em Don'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' Mouth You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to prove it to the crowd Had to Have the last word that Night You Know what everything's about You 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 East All he talk about, Him and his Man that'll blast poundsbut when you see him, He just dancing in the Background I tore Game apartthought by now the asswhole would have a change a heart Especially since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on change of Heart Teary eyed cause his shorty had a change of Heart But I smell something fishy, there's a con in the Air Slacks, His tongue pierced, Streaks Blonde in his Hair Who's he Playing With? Keep saying shit And ya' body will take the same tour Reagan's did Still trying to get a buzz, Embarassed, The Kid's Hurtin'Reachin', He's losin' his head, He's Nick Birkman And far as Banks & Buck, I'm done duscussing 'em (Why?)I only beef with Nigga's who own Publishing Curtis you a bum, and you almost done Same artist you dissing exactly's what become Saw him at Summer Jam, and all he did was stare Walked 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 More And he can't even step foot in queens no more Selling his soul, Banks, Don't be proud of Ya' Father Now we all see the [Chorus]You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to open up Ya' Mouth You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?Had to prove it to the crowd Had to Have the last word that Night You Know what everything's about You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
