(feat. U.G.K.)

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's

Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..


You know I - thug em, $#&@ em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't $#&@in need em

Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't $#&@in feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin

Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, (*##$
Better trust than believe em

In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up

Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks

Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? %#@! I..
parts with nothin, y'all be frontin

Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin

Heart cold as $$#assins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..

Hoe get yo' $$# in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah


[Chorus One: Jay-Z]

We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G's

Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G's
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B


[Bun B]
^!$$% it's the - big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio

Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario

No I can't $#&@ a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"

Now these mother$#&@ers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little %#@!
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit

Go read a book you illiterate son of a (*##$ and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo' slab

Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But ^!$$% if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo' (*##$ butt-naked, just break it

You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' $$# to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on

Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on

But when %#@! get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the mother$#&@in Jigga Man, fool


[Chorus Two: Bun B]

We be.. big pimpin, spendin G's
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G's
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. ^!$$%

[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, ^!$$% I can't $#&@ witch'all
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise


[Chorus Two]