B.G. - Suge and Pac, Puff and Big lyrics

[B.G.] Me the B.G., and Baby my f**in rounds Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown Bout money and b**hes, puttin haters in ditches We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions Our relationship like Moses and Jesus Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us n***a ridin shinin, me and my n***a be sippin The finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips Back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall" f** wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there f** wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there We never spend to a p**y, Cash Money n***as share I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac [Lil Wayne] Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million [Baby] Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. comin through like a**ault rifle machine guns Worth more money than these n***as could wonder You better thank quick n***a we hit blocks like thunder Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer It ain't no secret we showed our a** last summer We both got three or fo' b**hes we bank at first Emba**y playboy to hide our riches Me and this young n***a we tighter than stitches He the motherf**in rapper and I'm the game spitter And if you you f** wit him I'll clear my bank account on one of you b**hes And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' f** Wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat And my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me n***a I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel n***a to yo' cable bill It ain't nuttin in this industry could f** wit Cash Money Cause we keep it real n***a, believe that [Lil Wayne] Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what? [B.G.] I got love for my n***a Baby He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me? B.G. and Baby, livin good pah We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog f** wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog [Baby] Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich? What make these n***as think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the sh**? My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time n***a I'm gon' shine til I die Me and this n***a been together since he was twelve Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells Now I knew this young n***a would end up swell I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes Cause I knew he'a be major at one time Now I done rolled in the flyest cars It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar [Lil Wayne] Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run n***a Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha? [Baby] Ain't nuttin could f** wit us playboy We take it how you want it, that's the issue n***a We clockin it's all gravy If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no b**hes We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that n***a? We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue n***a Get it how you live playboy How you luv that n***a? If it don't make money it don't make sense n***a I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece How's that look n***a? That's a hundred I done put two hundred G's on my grill My dog Fresh bout to redo his sh** n***a we just gon' have gold and hoes How you luv that playboy? Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles n***as ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more n***as wearin rangs cost twenty G's n***as earrings cost 'em twenty G's n***as's rims cost 'em ten G's n***a homes costin two mill-ion n***a hoes gettin furs, n***a hoes gettin gators n***as just.. dumpin playa haters It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that n***a? Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)