| Big man, big man |
| Hol it down now |
| Big man, big man |
| Hol it down now |
| Big man, big man |
| Hol it down now |
| Watch out for them suckas, gotta watch out for 'em now |
| Chorus: repeat 2X |
| Big man, big man |
| Hol it down |
| Big man big man |
| Hold it down |
| Big man big man |
| Hold it down |
| You gotta watch out for them suckas, you gotta watch out for them now |
| Big man, big man, hol it down |
| It’s been a long time since I been out on the town |
| I’m in Memphis, T now |
| So I hope you gettin' READY |
| I hold 'em ALL DOWN when your homies act shady |
| Somebody told TEDDY, the fool was makin' cheese |
| Beware of all them haters and beware your enemies |
| And we all makin' cheese, and we all keep it real |
| And don’t wanna be your friend, since you got your ass hit |
| But when your pockets were bloated, you thought you was a dude |
| You fired up the CREW |
| And wouldn’t let us THROUGH |
| You need to listen to your FOLKS, cuz they the ones who’s real |
| I’ll be down for you homie, when my brain got peeled |
| But when your blood spill, who gone be around? |
| I know it ain’t gone be them haters cuz they ain’t never hold it down |
| But I’ma ride for ya homie |
| And die for ya homie |
| And if you get gone, then I’ma cry for ya homie |
| You gotta keep it REAL on the real, when you sell your rounds |
| And set up like a BIG MAN, and HOLD IT DOWN!!! |
| Chorus |
| HEY BIG MAN BIG MAN, WHERE YOU FIXIN' TO GO!!! |
| I’ll make you a thousand dollars with my million dollar shows |
| I’m hittin' out of town, I got to hold it down |
| The only way I gotta do it, cuz ain’t no slob in me now |
| Cuz when I ran it out, see I was a drug dealer |
| But now that I’m on the ground, I’m breakin' bread and countin' figures |
| Yeah Cream on the scene with a pocket full of green |
| Need the money and the power just to keep it from the fiends |
| Cuz I’m gettin' crack served |
| And the police tryin' to get me And lookin' at my STEREO because my windows too tinted |
| Lord help me cuz they CRAZY |
| Pray for your BABY |
| But that don’t mean a damned thing cuz my pockets they be payin' me I made it through them good times and them bad times |
| We be makin' a lil' dough, but they still wanna take it Now hook up on them boys, ain’t nobody gone tell 'em different |
| I’m the big man, big man, so hold it down tricks |
| Chorus 2X |