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Big Pig

and Kurupt wit Canibus Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin

bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages cats like to rip places bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races? but i stay in import the pig

R.I.P Big Jones, Capo, Santana Lil Weezy, let's Ride 'Cause real g's know the feeling (It's murda) It's hard body, no remorse for the killing (Watch

no sleep I got you peepin' in my window while I'm smokin' indo But I ain't no motherfuckin' track star, pig's got a Jeep Like Big Mouth, runnin' through

Cause I'm nifty with the milly when the torch is on And play every play like its fourth and long Now when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig

finna have a little pig roast Cop copper, it's been a long while Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight

that Bitch I'm from the big city And I'm finna bust a nut on that one big titty Aww shit it's Wilbur's daughter Fondlin pig nuts and I caught her Bitch

you've had your last beer You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife She begged you not to go out to that bar As I feed off a dead pig, I

the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in Allowed you to put down ya guns and raise ya pen Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig We teach