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If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came
I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a langIf you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came
I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a langMake way for the new breed of this millennium
Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip, why?
'Cause I'm offendin' 'em rocks, nothin' but Cavada shitI'm the baddest, the ice from head to toe with that plaid shit
Mo' potent than I cut cocaine through your vein off the hook
Take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed
One name like the highest breed, papi capeche?One drove home from Italy, is y'all feelin' me?
Be a mistress to none but all good to some
Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done
Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds
And some fish are coppin' flights for me to RenoI see no other way for me to tell you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin' with the real deal
Hold still, let this lady let loose

Keep them chips comin' nigga or your neck'll catch a nueceIf you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came
I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a langIf you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came
I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a langNow y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey
Old school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy"
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL with the sleeve offOn my way to drop a few G's off, ease off
Doin' thirty-five, smokin' fire, makin' a right
I'm doin' thirty now, riskin' my life
Both clients on my cell phone, typin' on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin', lookin' at moviesYoung Dude, be floatin' the city like cab drivers
Professional but still keep it real like Allen Iver son
I'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis
Been on more MTV shows than Butt head and Bea visKeep a stash with the gas money
Fast money, me and Slo Down
We almost had to buy up the town
It's like a movie, ooh wee, doobies in at a jacuzzi
Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do meIf you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came
I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a langIf you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came
I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a langAy, you know where my chains comes from, I spits fire
You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires
My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em
Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'emLet him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em?
While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time
"No more herb", no such line, "oh oh" is my punch line
I'm hungry like a hobo standin' in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and ClaudI know niggas that make they money, they pay they broads
I'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws
When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause(Ay, where yo' Range at?)
It's outside you wanna clean it?
(Ay, where yo' name at?)
It's in The Source, you ain't seen it?
(Ay, where yo' chains at?)
You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin'?
Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark itIf you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came
I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a langIf you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came
I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang

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The St. Lunatics are a rap crew from St. Louis, Missouri formed by rapper Nelly and his hometown friends Ali, Murphy Lee, Kyjuan, City Spud and Slo'Down. They were formed in 1993 and came out with their local hit "Gimmie What U Got" in 1996. After the St. Lunatics got signed to Universal Records Nelly was the first member to go solo, and while Nelly was working on his solo album Country Grammar, City Spud was arrested and sentenced to 10 years in prison for robbery. After the break through success of Nelly in 2000, the St. Lunatics released their debut album Free City in 2001 with hits such as "Summer In The City" and "Midwest Swing". Then Ali released his solo album Heavy Starch in 2002 and Murphy Lee released his solo album Murphy's Law in 2003. Murphy has now launched his own label "U C Me ENT." and is currently promoting his new artists. With the success of "Free City" and its members, a second St. Lunatic album was anticipated amongst the fans.
According to Songfacts, after City Spud was released in 2009, he reunited with Nelly and the St. Lunatics to record their second album entitled City Free.


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