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 nigga's shit 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 shit, that walk with that limp shit   That hemp shit   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 niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck you gonna understand   How you 'posed to get paid?   Niggas walk around, get with shade tree ass ways   Fuck 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