That's the Pt Crosier, Double R, no job
Here the Guillotine
Buckle up, boy, don't give a fuck, boy
I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair
Tank up, filled up, grilled up, loaded spiked up
Don't get caught up with my big truck boy
Fuck up, dog
These niggas live, you might not see, can the side walk
Believe me, niggas on 18 and 19
Big house, big car, big dogs like big stuff
Here the Guillotine
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
If they take my shit, straight over to business for war
Hit the city limit, lyrics start
Here the Guillotine
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
Here the Guillotine
Keeping this nigga on the Nextel, won't even answer
Put it L, I put 'em with a cat fish
Ten hut but I can pay for it fog, fog
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
It's with the corna shit, sidewalk, 3 6 hard
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
And it probably them Lawerys
They coming to get you, need developed
Yelling, "That's my truck", pull up the red light
Don't even know what's happening
From y'all with the paint balls, horrible dogs
That's what I did broke off head
Here the Guillotine
Buckle up, boy, don't give a fuck, boy
Ain't no motherfucka know what's on my old man log
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
Better watch out for car jackers
Here the Guillotine
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
Drop, he ought know being a dog he gone tag it
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
Looking like he gon' charge at me cut
Thinking I'm slanging that powder
Buckle up, boy, don't give a fuck, boy
Buckle up, boy, don't give a fuck, boy
The rest of you bitches gon' eat my dust
I turned on 5th avenue, boom, there them niggas go right there
Packing towla, gone rolling through town
Uptown hot be serving like they be slapping round niggas
Big piano, pig feet, pig smoked, hut, hut, hut
White on black tinted windows with the big black dog
Nigga slipping bitches, toten, trying to get knocked off
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
Betta lock you tower girl
Buckle up, boy, don't give a fuck, boy
Telling a mothafucka to strada
They want fresh cuts, they rush all like big trucks
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
Them nigga got a Guillotine in they Navigator
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
Dangerous niggas having fun
Some white nigga trying to be like a snake
On the back, niggas standing, dancing
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
Trying to watch which nigga bone get back bra
Here the Guillotine
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
Looking at all them guns will do harm to yo' eyeballs
Buckle up, boy, don't give a fuck, boy
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
But I ain't 'bout to cop no charge
Hope they don't bring my shit back 'cause he ain't to far
Buckle up, boy, don't give a fuck, boy
But I ain't got no time, I'm 'bout to ride to the frayer
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
Showing off with some thing, Mystikal drip
Here the Guillotine
Catch up with the fella
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
Respect my line and keep my shit clean
Hollering at Q, we got a show in Florida, here we come
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
I said, “I ain't got the day”, I said, “You straight”
Somebody following me in my rear view
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
Some of the bitch ass niggas jealous
Hyped up, iced up, polo striped up, might up
Hot curds front light in the streets
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
Talk on the phone, drinks grada
Buckle up, boy, don't give a fuck, boy
Wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east
Yes, I'm on my way with my shit
20 up, tinted up, piped up
Hit 'em with flat double barrel big strung, boy
“Show me what's up?”, that's what I said
Ain't gone let the big buck fall
State troopers can kiss my ass
Nigga drinking taboscian mixed with wine
Leather shit with the big chrome, boy
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
I'm talking better, he said, “You talk to B.K.”
With drug deals, hookas and stellas
Big Ryders with the rest of the Big Trunk Boys
