[Intro]
We are all gathered here, today
To witness the funeral of this fine young specimen
A fine gentleman (Oh, yes, he was)
A pimp (It's fucked up)
Lord, have mercy, I did say a pimp, baby
This is not a sad occasion
This is something that we must all cherish, and hold within us, as strength

[Spoken Word: MJG]
But check it, enough of the small talk about the trick who died in the nine-deuce
It's the nine-tre, and it's all about my n***a 8Ball
Raised in Orange Mound, the roughest part of Tennessee
He's a new n***a on the block, and he got the whole block sold up
He pack a Gat, and them hoes say all that
So, check it out
You wanna fuck with him?
You better come prepared
Don't say Mr. Money didn't warn you about a n***a they call
Mr. Big
You see, it's real fat for the nine-tre
Suave out, peace

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Now, I was broke as a motherfucker, my life at the end, see
My so-called friends, they had no ends to lend me
My job at Mickie D's was fuckin' me with no grease
I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased
I quit my fuckin' job, I have no job, n***a
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it's time to rob, n***a
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn, I was nervous, but my fear didn't stop my strollin'
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck
I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked
Reachin' for my TEC, some n***as kicked me in my chest
My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death
I woke up at the med, still woozy from my jackin'
T-Money walked in, then he told me what had happened
I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well
He drove a red Jag', and I heard that he was bail
He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress
He said he killed the motherfuckin' n***as with his TEC
He offered me a job, said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it, dreamin' one day I would be
Mr. Big
[Chorus: MJG & 8Ball]
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)

[Verse 2: 8Ball & MJG]
I hit the street slangin' yayo, then I sold up my block
Sellin' 8s, sellin' deals, sellin' twenty dollar rocks
Sellin' dimes, sellin' nickels to the junkies on my tracks
Gettin' my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack
Some n***a tried to jack me, but he only had a knife
A clip full of hollow tips took the bitch's life
Standin' on the track, my mobile rung and it was T
"Hello?"
"Yo, Eight, be in the park around 3, G" "Aight"
I met him at the park, he had a job for me again
Rob some Colombians, and get my ass in
Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five
I smoked them damn Colombians, and then got what was mine
Over time, my clientele rapidly increased
My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin' me
Cars and clothes had me fuckin' different hoes
A fat bank roll was keepin' me cool with the 5-0's
I had n***as workin' under me to take the heat
I never touched the dope, makin' a hundred Gs a week
I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time
Don't ever fuck with me, because I'm
Mr. Big
[Chorus: MJG & 8Ball]
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)

[Verse 3: 8Ball]
Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B
Lil' Adrian and Boo, and my n***a, MJG
I had the bitches starin' at the twinkle of my diamonds
Drinkin' on this Yak, makin' my way to the back
When I saw this little bitch lookin' finer than the rest
With a long black weave and a tight red dress
I started conversatin', but she didn't want to talk to me
Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin' the
Dick of this n***a that is smarter than the bitch thank
Then she got up, now somethin' in the air stank
She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her
I got off the bed and grabbed the TEC from the dresser
Stood by the door when it opened, n***as came out
Grab my motherfuckin gun, "Hey, punk!" *pow pow*
Then, I grabbed the girl 'cause some more n***as had busted in
Shot that bitch in the dome with my motherfuckin' chrome
Shot up all the n***as, but I took one in the leg
When the cops busted in, I was layin' on the bed
Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?
Hell, no, they can't stop me
Long live Mr. Big, ho
[Chorus: MJG & 8Ball]
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big (But not because of my size)