"Boss Status" lyrics
Yeah, Big Stak, don't get it twisted
I was once a lil' homie too
Ya know what I mean?
Keep it all the way one hundred I still am
Right dudes call me right now, say the right issue, I'ma go poppin' shit off, uh, uh, uh
I came from screw status work my way up the food chain
Damn vicious, I wanted to know everything
My music flooded these here streets like heavy rain
People found my pain entertaining
I just looked at it and try to relate it to the day to day anguish
Like we spoke the same language
Angered, just filled with tears, funerals filled with peers
Spilling beer 'cause you ain't here (I done seen it happen)
Kidnappins, carjackins, transactions
So big they wrote numbers on napkins
You fuck with they they money and you be missing in action
Find your head in Memphis, and your body in Jackson
So slow down lil' homie you gon' hurt yourself
Don't over exert yourself
Take your time and grind
And you gon' get yours like I got mine
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
I was cashing large amounts, cards that charge accounts
Checks that don't bounce I could write one for a house
Every word out of my mouth, my people will vouch
It's the truth as sure it is twenty eight in an ounce
I can count money damn near quick as a machine can
Run the block so hot motherfuckers catch a sun tan
Last man standing in a bar room brawl
First one with his shirt off like fuck all y'all
I came to make bread like the pillsbury doughboy
In the cemetery conversation with my homeboy
I can hear his voice as plain as day
Sayin' fuck them hoes man they ain't gettin' paid
See you go all in flamingo thinking of gettin' sprayed
Knowing it could happen on any given day
This reality homie not no fuckin' charade
And my possession look more like a fuckin' parade (Come on)
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
Dudes in my crew understand loyalty
Seniority, we vote and roll with the majority
Forcefully force feed gang to the lil' Gs
You gon' be in the streets, you gon' need a lil' cheese
Sixteen in an elbow, eighteen in a half brick
Bring back twenty four, increase cash by twenty percent
Let me teach you about money management
Get hip it's easy it's knowing what to do with it
You come up on the low, huff the crystal on the low
Outfits, jewelry, cars and what? Put ten Gs in your war fund you never really know
When you might have to go cop some shit that will explode
Next thing you know you got a barbershop, clothing store
Four five detail spots, the house in the main so far away from the gang
You ain't even think about them sayin' your name 'cause you a false boy
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
It's the top spot kid, it's the guy who takes the fall
It's the guy everybody's lookin' at first, the leader of a team
Who will support you when they understand you
Who will break their ribs and their noses and they're necks for you
Because they believe 'cause you make 'em believe
I was once a lil' homie too
Ya know what I mean?
Keep it all the way one hundred I still am
Right dudes call me right now, say the right issue, I'ma go poppin' shit off, uh, uh, uh
I came from screw status work my way up the food chain
Damn vicious, I wanted to know everything
My music flooded these here streets like heavy rain
People found my pain entertaining
I just looked at it and try to relate it to the day to day anguish
Like we spoke the same language
Angered, just filled with tears, funerals filled with peers
Spilling beer 'cause you ain't here (I done seen it happen)
Kidnappins, carjackins, transactions
So big they wrote numbers on napkins
You fuck with they they money and you be missing in action
Find your head in Memphis, and your body in Jackson
So slow down lil' homie you gon' hurt yourself
Don't over exert yourself
Take your time and grind
And you gon' get yours like I got mine
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
I was cashing large amounts, cards that charge accounts
Checks that don't bounce I could write one for a house
Every word out of my mouth, my people will vouch
It's the truth as sure it is twenty eight in an ounce
I can count money damn near quick as a machine can
Run the block so hot motherfuckers catch a sun tan
Last man standing in a bar room brawl
First one with his shirt off like fuck all y'all
I came to make bread like the pillsbury doughboy
In the cemetery conversation with my homeboy
I can hear his voice as plain as day
Sayin' fuck them hoes man they ain't gettin' paid
See you go all in flamingo thinking of gettin' sprayed
Knowing it could happen on any given day
This reality homie not no fuckin' charade
And my possession look more like a fuckin' parade (Come on)
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
Dudes in my crew understand loyalty
Seniority, we vote and roll with the majority
Forcefully force feed gang to the lil' Gs
You gon' be in the streets, you gon' need a lil' cheese
Sixteen in an elbow, eighteen in a half brick
Bring back twenty four, increase cash by twenty percent
Let me teach you about money management
Get hip it's easy it's knowing what to do with it
You come up on the low, huff the crystal on the low
Outfits, jewelry, cars and what? Put ten Gs in your war fund you never really know
When you might have to go cop some shit that will explode
Next thing you know you got a barbershop, clothing store
Four five detail spots, the house in the main so far away from the gang
You ain't even think about them sayin' your name 'cause you a false boy
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
First you get one strike then you get two
Still up under dude, but his dudes under you
Then you catch a third strike then you get a crew
And it's all on you, the ball falls steady
It's the top spot kid, it's the guy who takes the fall
It's the guy everybody's lookin' at first, the leader of a team
Who will support you when they understand you
Who will break their ribs and their noses and they're necks for you
Because they believe 'cause you make 'em believe
