Artist: Big Mike Album: Serious As Can Be Song: Animal Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ CHORUS (2X) ] We been animals for as long as I can remember All my niggas are pitbulls, bears and gorillas Hard hitters, bonehard hogs for scrilla Pimps, players, macks, drug dealers and killers [ VERSE 1 ] I been a animal since birth, growled when I crawled Louisiana black bear, see the retractable claws Gert Town-born, 9th Ward stepchild H-Town's adopted baby, all grown, look at me now Ferocious workin with that cat, I knock it up out the socket Cock it, then lock it, runnin niggas worse than the Rockets Court docus, my name on 'em, lawyer in pocket Dismissal on false charges, I know you heard about it Grown man business, hustle physical fitness Holdin mo' medals than a gymnast in these ghetto olympics I put the game into sealers, manufactured, then sell it I get the letters, pop pellets, these haters hella jealous Can't stand to see ( ? ) I do it for the hood, down bitches and real fellas Bitch niggas talk like they know about us but never met us So I put my hands around they throat like a turtleneck sweater We in big Lac deVilles, them fuckers pushin Jettas With no win at all but still they tryina catch up with us We movin too fast, burnin gas, smokin on blue grass Laughin at you fool ass as you come in last My little homies'll blast, they loyal to a player Get out of line, your family, your friends gon' see you later You see, it's real talk, yeah, from a real nigga Malt-liquor pisser, nationwide permanent fixture [ CHORUS (2X) ] [ VERSE 2 ] We big game with big thangs and big fame Big names from the streets takin up both lanes We bring pain to haters, it's a everyday thing We catchin gorgeous dames, you niggas kissin the flame Lames burn like oil fields up in the Middle East We pray for warfare, fuck peace if we can't eat But still God-fearin, the truth is what you're hearin Champion all causes for my underprivileged children Underground dealin, so cold I'm bone-chillin Ready and willin, a muthafuckin ruthless villain Down South got me, the Midwest got me The East Coast got me, the West Coast got me Big and black with the attitude that's so cocky The OG's back in position and they cannot stop me B.I.G. M.I.K.E., yes N.A.W.L.I.N.S. P.H.A.T.S. [ CHORUS (2X) ] [ VERSE 3 ] Like a car with a broken steering column, partner, I'm hot-wired Come let the Cayenne in my Jambalaya set you on fire I'm a southern boy, straight out of Louisiana My brigade is full of killers holdin them loaded hammers I'm insane and straight bananas but still jiggin with it Baby, show me your deal-doin, think that I won't hit the ( ? ) I'm highly x-rated, elated when I'm faded Crossed the finsih line and waited to see if my homies made it Congratulated all of those who had persevered All of those who shed blood, dropped sweat and a gang of tears Yeah, this here is ghetto evangelism I'm tryina show you the light, endin your self-vandalism I heard somebody say the south was slow But I guess we ain't no mo' because we makin all that dough I squabble harder than a bitch, yeah, Big Mizzle ain't no hoe I damn sure ain't a snitch, like Mr. Scarface, you know? [ CHORUS (2X) ]