BIG Picture lyrics

[Intro: Zotiyac & Billy Idol]
Hanging out for a body shot at night
Hahaha, I hate you n*gga
Yeah (Oh, yeah)
AK
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Like damn, why you out alone? (Damn)
Lemme get your name and number, put it in my phone (Come on)
I ain't the type of n*gga that string along
But I gotta couple b*tches that I bring along (Ayy)
When them b*tches get to talking like a sing along
We ain't tripping off the smoke, n*gga, bring it on (The smoke)
Call me Mr. Make It Happen, I'ma bring it home (Make it happen)
n*ggas talking tough, I'm finna turn my demon on
Pull up in that demon, hop out, shoot up, it's a murder scene
I got the perfect angle (Uh), overall like Kurt Angle
n*ggas know my name and I do magic like I'm Criss Angel
Ahh, n*ggas know my name and I do magic like I'm Criss Angel
I'm a real man, so I got manners, tell a b*tch, "Thank you"
Beat the beat up, paralyze her, leave the b*tch strangled
Uh (Uh, uh)
n*ggas talk tough, on the real, don't even sound dangerous (Don't even ahh)
I ain't tripping though 'cause it don't matter how I sound either
Once the gun blast I bet that'll make a loud statement (Make a loud)
[Bridge]
Make a loud
Make her say uhh
Then you get the big picture
Paint you with a stick for the lip, b*tch n*gga

[Verse 2]
Ahh, ain't no n*gga talking sh*t like me
Even seven foot n*ggas get a six by three
The first n*gga touch me, ain't nobody gon' believe like the first n*gga ever hit Muhammed Ali
I go stupid, get retarded, but who dumb? Not me
Say it's up when it's just stuck just like a gumdrop be
n*gga running tryna duck from one of them gunshots be
Bullets spit, he hit the dirt just like some sunflower seeds (Ayy, ayy)
Hahaha, ah, ah, ayy, ah