Designer Caskets lyrics - Big Tymers

(from "Before Anythang" soundtrack)

[Mannie Fresh:]

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya, ya, ya)

Wrapped in plastic

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya)

Wrapped in plastic (ya)

Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord

Hundred, thousand, in a briefcase

Orange Lamborghini [?] with the dealer plates

Told these, hoes, I'll be right back

Another hundred thousand spilling out the backpack

I, do the, whole, dash

Sideways on these bitches bout to act an ass

Bricks, pounds, pills, weed

Went to Hiroshima came back speaking Japanese

Sushi, uchi, nigga dressed in Gucci

Xany pills got me feeling like I'm super [?]

Send him, back, to his, momma

A hundred bullet holes, first 48 dropped him

This that real project shit that these niggas wanna hear from me

Real trill bitch do a pull-down, hit a lick for me

Clearing out your block fuck ya'll 9mm

[?] shit that make these shooters go and kill for me

Designer Casket (ya, ya, ya)

Wrapped in plastic

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya)

Wrapped in plastic (ya)

Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Fresh) (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord

[Birdman:]

I, fucked, these, hoes

Af-ter, our, shows

Big, dicks, we slang

Rich, gang wartime, let's bang

I told them pussy niggas I was coming right back

Slap, back, cash, back

Long, sticks, automatic straps

Hundred G's get a hundred hoes in your lap

Lamborghini with the red blood on the floors

Suicide, suicide want some mo

Cash, money, big, mansion

Nigga, hate, holla smack em

Third ward told me fame came with the drama

Top floor seat so I put it on my mama

Rest, in, peace to my daddy

Seven three billion streams nigga had to have it

Wrapped in plastic

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya)

Wrapped in plastic (ya)

Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord

Before they could see it, we saw it (ye, ye)

Now they know a nigga be with it

Trippin back on the designer

Simple, fame came with the gang

Bizzy what's brackin'

[?] town what's happenin'

MF, yea shawty, with all that

[?] Lying around the corner

On the road with, Rich gang a long bang boy