Big B is an american rapper currently signed with Suburban Noize Records as… Read Full Bio ↴Big B is an american rapper currently signed with Suburban Noize Records as a solo artist. Along with John E. Necro, he also does vocals for Alternative rock and Hip-hop band OPM, who are also signed with Subnoize. He has been known as the "Official Suburban Noize Heavyweight".
Big B born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. Big B started out in a band called 187 from Vegas releasing the album Furious. He was also an original member of the band Spade Brigade.
The Kottonmouth Kings, met Big B through the freestyle motocross world. DJ Bobby B, D Loc, and Richter hung out with Twitch, Scummy, Metz, and Dawes who were great friends with Big B. So Bobby B, Loc and Richter bragged on and on to the Subnoize leaders, including Daddy X, about there homie Big B and his band OPM. After checking out OPM they were very pleased, but unfortunately the band was already signed to a major label, that being Atlantic. By this time Big B had already laid down a track for the Tsunami Brothers and Richter did the same for OPM. After greatly enjoying the label Big B decided to sign a deal with the label. In the next week Big B came into the studio the next week with Mellow Man Ace(Hip Hop Hall Of Fame Inductee) and Bronek making beats. Afterwards, Ace from Ice T's camp comes in the Sub Noize office one day and is played some of Big B's work already finished. He says, "I want in" and came back the next week with a great amount of beats for him to record on. This resulted in his debut solo album under Suburban Noize Records known as High Class White Trash.
Since this time Big B has released five more albums including two with OPM and is expected to release his seventh solo album, More To Hate on August 28, 2007. He is currently known for his colaberations with The Dirtball and Subnoize Souljaz.
There's also a gangsta rapper called Big B from Kansas City, Missouri.
Big B born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. Big B started out in a band called 187 from Vegas releasing the album Furious. He was also an original member of the band Spade Brigade.
The Kottonmouth Kings, met Big B through the freestyle motocross world. DJ Bobby B, D Loc, and Richter hung out with Twitch, Scummy, Metz, and Dawes who were great friends with Big B. So Bobby B, Loc and Richter bragged on and on to the Subnoize leaders, including Daddy X, about there homie Big B and his band OPM. After checking out OPM they were very pleased, but unfortunately the band was already signed to a major label, that being Atlantic. By this time Big B had already laid down a track for the Tsunami Brothers and Richter did the same for OPM. After greatly enjoying the label Big B decided to sign a deal with the label. In the next week Big B came into the studio the next week with Mellow Man Ace(Hip Hop Hall Of Fame Inductee) and Bronek making beats. Afterwards, Ace from Ice T's camp comes in the Sub Noize office one day and is played some of Big B's work already finished. He says, "I want in" and came back the next week with a great amount of beats for him to record on. This resulted in his debut solo album under Suburban Noize Records known as High Class White Trash.
Since this time Big B has released five more albums including two with OPM and is expected to release his seventh solo album, More To Hate on August 28, 2007. He is currently known for his colaberations with The Dirtball and Subnoize Souljaz.
There's also a gangsta rapper called Big B from Kansas City, Missouri.
Somebody
Big B Lyrics
Yeah
Uh, uh
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops)
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it
I look deeper, I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful, "Is he in critical?"
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a criminal way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happened
If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie, my alibi, any cutie
With a booty that done fuck Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
"Some kid named Jason in a Honda station wagon
Was braggin' about how much loot and crack he stackin'
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
A small crew, 'round the time I was locked up with you"
"True indeed"
"But, yo, nigga, let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
Damn, where was I? Yeah, run out of town, blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)
He figured Rock set him up, no question
Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his direction"
"How many shots?"
Man, nigga, I seen mad holes"
"What kinda gats?"
"Hitchlinks, Kochs and Calicos"
But fuck that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped
Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Find a bag to put the guns in and come on if you're comin'
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gon' go down
Lay these niggas low-down
"Slow down, uh, fuck all that plannin' shit
Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon ship"
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gon' be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
"Pass the chocolate, Thai"
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talkin' to his faculty
I start to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
Scream his name out (ayo, playboy)
Squeeze six, nothin' shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter
Uh, uh
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops)
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I seen before
Check it
I look deeper, I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful, "Is he in critical?"
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a criminal way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happened
If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie, my alibi, any cutie
With a booty that done fuck Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
"Some kid named Jason in a Honda station wagon
Was braggin' about how much loot and crack he stackin'
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
A small crew, 'round the time I was locked up with you"
"True indeed"
"But, yo, nigga, let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
Damn, where was I? Yeah, run out of town, blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)
He figured Rock set him up, no question
Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his direction"
"How many shots?"
Man, nigga, I seen mad holes"
"What kinda gats?"
"Hitchlinks, Kochs and Calicos"
But fuck that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped
Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Find a bag to put the guns in and come on if you're comin'
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gon' go down
Lay these niggas low-down
"Slow down, uh, fuck all that plannin' shit
Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon ship"
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gon' be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
"Pass the chocolate, Thai"
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talkin' to his faculty
I start to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
Scream his name out (ayo, playboy)
Squeeze six, nothin' shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Carlos Broady, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Anthony Hester, Nashiem Myrick
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Dave Wiley
Dis song means more to me than u could EVER imagine
Green_Mushroom_Cloud
Love this song
2Blit
This is one of my Favorite Big B songs. Im an artist too makes me think of my old friends and how music was their only chance for something better and you could end up alone working in the middle of nowhere even amongst society a ghost. That would suck being like forty and pulin the plug your self cuz nothins left.
Bryan R
Still listening to this in 2020. Hits right in the feelings
Dana Bragg
I've been lookin for this damn song for 3 years!!! Luv it
TheSECHZGER
Sick shit Big B continue doing your game... all the best from germany
Robert Ryan
Love this song!
kenneth wilson
man this song is some deep shit i can listen 2 this all night
volvotn
Dude can flow, seen 'em in concert a couple times.. him and dirtball rock the stage!
J-rizzy Riz
Somebody today nobody tomorrow deep lyrics ima be bumpin this till my last breath 💯🔥⛽️