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  fuck em  love em  leave em 
 Cause I don't fuckin need em 
 Take em out the hood  keep em lookin good 
 But I don't fuckin 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, bitch 
 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? Shit 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 assassins, I got no passion 
 I got no patience 
 And I hate waitin.. 
 Hoe get yo' ass 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: Pimp Master 
  
 We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese 
 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 cheese 
 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 
  
 Pimp Master 
 Nigga 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 fuck a scary hoe 
 Now every time, every place, everywhere we go 
 Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!" 
 Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit 
 We don't pull it out over little shit 
 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 bitch 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 nigga if you hatin I 
 then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it 
 You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on 
 Now get yo' ass 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 shit 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 motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool 
  
 Chorus Two: Pimp Master 
  
 We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese 
 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 cheese 
 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.. nigga 
  
 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, nigga I can't fuck 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