[Chorus]
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

[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 Micky 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 Glock, some n***a kicked me in my chest
My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death
I woke up at the med still woozy from the jackin'
Duprano walked in, he told me what had happened
I knew him from the hood, I did not know him well
He drove a red Jag, I heartd that he was bale
He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress
He said he killed them 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]
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big

[Verse 2: Cheeto Gambine]
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my gig
I put it all on the line, and ain’t no time to renege
I had dreams as a kid of one day movin' the bricks
Bad chicks in the mansion with cameras watchin’ the crib
I called my big bro Duprano, and now I live like Soprano
I got my hands on them keys, I'm tryna work the piano
I used to watch on TV, but now I'm on every channel
God granted my wishes, just like I blew out a candle
It's my birthday, you bitches, and on the turf I’m that n***a
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but Mr. Big just got bigger
I grew up on that jam ball, I scratched my CD and all
Screamin' out Mr. Big and cuffin' a key of raw
Passin', I'm laughin', cool air with you motherfuckers
Cheeto Gambine, I'm Mr. Big to you motherfuckers
Top order cribs, a million dollar garages
Top pack on Hebrew, tuxedos and hard bottles
[Chorus]
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big