On The Record - Big Shug

Yeah

This is Big Shug

It’s time to set the record straight

Coming all the way from Murderpan

Repping Boston

A collabo with DJ Premier

Big Shug

Let’s get it straight right now

Ain’t no one above me

I sip bubbly and still spit lovely, I’m that’s nice

I put your man under pressure

Slug him like Manny, now he’s talking like the nanny, all bitched up

Switched up, supposed to be pop now

Supposed to be hot now, far from the block now, thank God

I still walk on the same street still

Know where to get heat, when you’re off beat, I shoot at your feet

Then get you on back the rhythm of this hip-hop

Whether you’re rocking the Timberlands or the flip-flops

It don’t stop, it’s rugged and underground

And I’m one of the heavyweights pound-for-pound

Those who hate, hate no more

Those who wait, wait no more

It’s Big Shug spitting in the form of the four-fours

Leaving my name blazed across the door

When I spit, it’s always first, not second

And all you DJs, put the needle to the record

«Put the needle on the record when the drum beats go like this»

For some time now, labels hated on me

Turned off the lights, shut the gates on me

Like a bad dream, I’m worse when you sleep

You’re waking up with whores' heads in bed sheets

Traumatized when you see my ass

'Cause you niggas know that I’m just that bad

I’m just that man, but don’t mistake me for the Mad Rapper

'Cause nigga, I get at ya

So when you see me, save them fake daps

You got five minutes to perform your fake act

Take off your shirt and bust your fake gat

I’m street, nigga, I come with the boom bap

Aim for the neck, clap, put your face in your lap

Real niggas open up and accept that

Fake niggas get down on the floors

Real niggas cock back and blow the four-fours

When I spit rhymes, I’m first, not second

And all you DJs, put the needle to the record

Rappers ain’t great no more, they don’t create no more

But they still sell out them fucking tours

We got the fans confused

If you got dough, you win, if your money’s short, you lose

I’m an MC, that’s my claim for fame

But all of us can’t rap up in the game

You do you, and I’ma do us

If you want the raw, then I’m the one to trust

When I spit rhymes, I’m first, not second

And all you DJs, put the needle to the record