I call the crib, they say "Breeze you ain`t know?"
I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!"
I said "Damn man, I`m riding in his Lexus"
I`m `bout to dump this ni**a`s s**t in New Dimensions
Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell them the money man has slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin` about it at the White House
Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you
I ain`t know that Bill Clampett wanted some too

You tell his folks that I`m sorry `bout that Lexus
I`m `bout to dip and see my sister up in, nah!
Can`t even tell you where I put my extra playa card
`Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys
Just tell everybody who owe us a dime
It`s the great hoe round up yo` money time
I got to have mine, then I`m outta here
Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier
Ain`t got to worry bout yo` partner gettin` caught like a lame
It won`t be over `til that big girl from Decatur sang"

It won`t be over till that big girl from Decatur sang
East Pointe police don`t know a damn thang

Yeah, it won`t be over, check this out
Can you see what I be hearin`
Talkin` to spirits when I sleep
Peep this out real quick, slick
We gets on this beat and speak
About that pimp s**t, that walk with that limp s**t
That hemp s**t
Lookin` up in your face
I see a coward and a dim wit
Lookin` to run up in my private home
Just like you was the folks

Servin` a warrant to a baby daddy
Who do they come to quote?
On a Tuesday, April Fool`s Day
Don`t get caught slippin`
Leavin` the keys off in the ignition
Makin` me guilty by suspicion
Penny Pincher`s tryin` to stack for ninety-six
Buyin` another Fleetwood, Diamond took it
So know we`s in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off

`Cause them ni**as at the corner store
Been lookin` at me for too long
There`ve been like accidents on highways
High days are better than sober ones
Don`t be biased, but I know it has to come
So I put two in the sky to let them know I`m babysittin`
Y`all don`t know nothin` about Big Boi
`Cause that ni**a steady dippin`
It ain`t over, why that, why that
Till the bitch open her mouth up and sang, yeah

Took me a long time to get here
Long time man
I`m talkin` about years and years
Riding past funeral fields holdin` bodies of my peers
If you don`t educate yourself
Now how the f**k you gonna understand
How you `posed to get paid?
Ni**as walk around, get with shade tree ass ways
F**k a fade, let my hair drag

Back and forth like a see-saw
Jumpin` Lily, to lilypad dad
Lookin` to get my goodie feel
I`m broke in like some old men
Who`d stop them or would stop
I`m droppin` lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I started to dream
It`s ninety-six I`m in your face
Can you hear that bitch screaming?

It won`t be over till that big girl from Decatur sang