[Intro]
There was three little piggies and they all went to the market
and two short motherfuckas, hahaha
Chopped them down, because, uh
One little short motherfucka was born into greatness
Has obtained greatness, because his name is uh
Bushwick, aka Chuck, four foot eight and straight don't give a fuck
I got the strength of six men
With the heart to run up on a muthafucka six ten
I swear, I knows no fear, this labels me a threat
Throats get cut, niggas chests get wet
Some people say I got a short complex, that ain't true
But I got a short fuse so what's next?
Now we could go toe to toe or shoulder to nut
Either way it goes your getting fucked
Cause you trip and try to size me
And that type of shit just inspires me
I don't need no muthafuckin strap
We could get it on cause I feel I got a (?????)
Now you could fuck me up and I'ma still squab
Peelin' more caps than the motherfuckin mob
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Who the biggest, little motherfucker you know?
You the biggest, little motherfucka I know
I'm the biggest, little motherfucka you know
You the biggest, little motherfucker I know
Some hoe nigga tried to play me out the box
[Now what you do that for?]
Now I got to knock your ass out
With the one, two jump to the chin
I'll wake your ass up and then knock your ass out again
That's what you get for tryin to test the Chuck black
A back full of dirt and my foot in your ass trick
I can't stand a muthafucka fulla talk
You pull his hoe cord and he can't walk the walk
Don't let your eyes get bigger than your squabble
Thinkin' cause I'm small nigga, you can make me wobble
I got a punch as big as Streisands nose
Running motherfuck
