History
The duo recorded their first record How You Luv That in 1998 featuring all of the rappers on Cash Money Records including B.G. and Juvenile. How You Luv That reached a peak of #25 of the R&B/hip hop chart and the lower reaches of the Billboard 200. The remixed version How You Luv That Vol. 2 almost reached the top 100 of the Billboard album chart and reached the top 20 of the Billboard r&b and hip hop chart.
Their second album I Got That Work released in 2000 reached the top 5 of the US album chart and topped the US R&B/hip hop chart. This album spawned two big hits in "Get Your Roll On" and "#1 Stunna" reaching the top 30 on the R&B singles charts.
Hood Rich released in 2002 topped both the US album and R&B charts. "Still Fly" from the album reached the top 20 on the R&B singles charts and #11 on the pop charts. "Oh Yeah" reached the top 50 of the Billboard Hot 100 and the top 30 of the R&B/hip hop charts.
Big Money Heavyweight in 2003 was not as successful reaching #21 on the album charts and top ten in the R&B charts. A remix album made the lower reaches of the r&b/hip hop charts in 2004. "Gangsta Girl" from the album made the lower reaches of the Billboard Hot 100 and the top 40 of the r&b charts.
In 2005, It was announced that Mannie Fresh was leaving Cash Money Records and signing with Def Jam Records. His departure has left the duo's future in question.
Filmography
2000: Baller Blockin'
Discography
Main article: Big Tymers discography
1998: How You Luv That
1998: How You Luv That Vol. 2
2000: I Got That Work
2002: Hood Rich
2003: Big Money Heavyweight
Back Up
Big Tymers Lyrics
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Alright nigga
Fuck it
We did it once we goin' do it again
Hot Boy forever bitch
Lets ride nigga
[Gilly]
Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh
And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest
Let's do it
[Baby]
Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash
Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand
Got the beat on the streets and we movin' the slaya
Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag
Uptown money spots niggas countin' they cash
No rules in this game niggs doin they thang
See me watchi'n for the people 'cause they ready to slang
Blowin' dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate
Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make
I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face
I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips
I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch
Smoothe baller 22s in they hip
Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs
I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down
A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown
[Chorus: Gilly]
Always poppin' never stoppin'
Glocks cockin', body droppin'
Colla poppin, nigga knockin'
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always poppin' never stoppin'
Glocks cockin', body droppin'
Colla poppin', nigga knockin'
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up
[Mannie Fresh (Gilly)]
(Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can
Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand
Everybody lay down, stay down
I'm bout to spit this motherfuckin' hay round
There's one nigga I'm lookin' at (you about to get it flat)
Everybody else just back back
Bustin', fussin', yellin', cussin'
Fightin', bitin', niggas got to rustilin'
Throwin big chairs, pushin' down stairs
Disrespectin' hos pullin' out weave hairs
But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo
Made niggas lay it down on the floor
That's when the police came
The fire engine truck and the ambulance
Bitch still bustin' shots like Jesse James
Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin'
The bitch was trill caught two to the grill
One in the head damn lil' one dance
Shake!
[Chorus]
Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what)
Everybody give me space, back up (look look)
[Juvenile]
Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter
Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm goin' lose ya
Look around there's some niggas not with me
Some of them dead, some of them doin' bout 50
UTP you better stand up it's the general
Bringin' back the era of the criminal
Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
Got killers so basically I'm doin' my own thing
I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin' at the light for the hero
It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes
That's fucked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5
I'ma exercise my right to get this cheese
I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze
I ain't positive I'm a black man
So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand
[Chorus]
"Back Up" is a song by Big Tymers, which was released on their 2000 album "I Got That Work." The lyrics start with Baby encouraging his crew, Hot Boy, to ride with him. As the song goes on, we get a glimpse into the luxurious lifestyle they lead, with mentions of expensive cars, jewelry, and travels. Mannie Fresh and Juvenile then take turns spitting their verses, with Mannie Fresh talking about his gun and a fight in a club and Juvenile referencing his own squad and the violence that comes with it. The chorus, "Always poppin' never stoppin', Glocks cockin', body droppin', Colla poppin, nigga knockin', Everybody give me space, back up," is repeated multiple times, emphasizing the group's dominance and keeping enemies at bay.
The lyrics of "Back Up" give a glimpse into the extravagant lifestyle of the rappers, with expensive luxury items and trips to the Bahamas. The chorus is repeated multiple times throughout the song, highlighting the importance of maintaining control and respect. The lines about fights in clubs and guns suggest that the rappers are prepared to use violence to defend themselves and their crew.
Line by Line Meaning
Alright nigga
Let's do this.
Fuck it
We're going all out.
We did it once we goin' do it again
We're ready to repeat our success.
Hot Boy forever bitch
We'll always be on top.
B-I-G-T-why-M-E-are-S
Introducing Big Tymers.
Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh
Birdman and Mannie Fresh are together.
And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest
Juvenile is with us, so don't mess with us.
Let's do it
We're ready to go.
Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash
I have a Bentley with tags and lots of cash.
Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand
I'm carrying a gun with two million dollars worth of jewelry.
Got the beat on the streets and we movin' the slaya
Our music is popular and we're selling a lot.
Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag
I have both a lifted Porsche truck and a four-door Jaguar.
Uptown money spots niggas countin' they cash
We hang out in uptown money spots and people are counting their cash.
No rules in this game niggs doin they thang
In this game, there are no rules and people do what they want.
See me watchi'n for the people 'cause they ready to slang
I'm watching out for people because they're ready to sell drugs.
Blowin' dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate
We're smoking marijuana in the Bahamas and eating pineapple.
Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make
We're making so much money that six cars wouldn't even be a big deal.
I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face
I'm the king of the cars with chrome, so back off.
I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips
I'm the best of everything, including cars.
I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch
I own the house and I'm quietly watching everything.
Smoothe baller 22s in they hip
I'm a smooth baller and my crew carries guns.
Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs
We smoke marijuana and wear expensive fur coats.
I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down
I'm in the middle of everything and I'm on top.
A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown
I'm a drug dealer making lots of money, and I'm from uptown.
Always poppin' never stoppin'
We're always active and never stop.
Glocks cockin', body droppin'
We're carrying guns and people are getting killed.
Colla poppin, nigga knockin'
Our collars are popping and we're knocking people out.
Everybody give me space, back up
Everyone needs to give us space.
Mannie Fresh (Gilly)
Introducing Mannie Fresh and Gilly.
(Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can
I have a gun because I can.
Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand
I woke up in the club with a woman next to me.
Everybody lay down, stay down
Everyone needs to lie down and stay there.
I'm bout to spit this motherfuckin' hay round
I'm about to start shooting.
There's one nigga I'm lookin' at (you about to get it flat)
I'm targeting one person and they're about to die.
Everybody else just back back
Everyone else needs to move back.
Bustin', fussin', yellin', cussin'
There's a lot of commotion and yelling.
Fightin', bitin', niggas got to rustilin'
People are fighting and biting each other.
Throwin big chairs, pushin' down stairs
People are throwing chairs and pushing each other down stairs.
Disrespectin' hos pullin' out weave hairs
People are disrespecting women and pulling out their hair.
But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo
One woman pulls out a gun that no one knew she had.
Made niggas lay it down on the floor
She made people lie down on the floor.
That's when the police came
Police arrived on the scene.
The fire engine truck and the ambulance
Fire trucks and ambulances also arrived.
Bitch still bustin' shots like Jesse James
The woman continued shooting like Jesse James.
Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin'
We're making a lot of money and we're serious about it.
The bitch was trill caught two to the grill
The woman was tough and got shot twice in the face.
One in the head damn lil' one dance
One bullet hit her in the head, and she died.
Shake!
Everyone needs to leave now.
Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what)
We're still demanding space.
Everybody give me space, back up (look look)
We're still demanding space.
Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter
Pass me the gun, Juvie, the shooter.
Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm goin' lose ya
I'm causing chaos and if you try to follow, you'll get lost.
Look around there's some niggas not with me
Not everyone is with me.
Some of them dead, some of them doin' bout 50
Some are dead and some are imprisoned.
UTP you better stand up it's the general
UTP, you better listen because I'm the leader.
Bringin' back the era of the criminal
I'm bringing back the era of criminals.
Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
I have my own thing going on.
Got killers so basically I'm doin' my own thing
I have people who will do anything for me, so I'm doing what I want.
I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin' at the light for the hero
I'm driving a 760 with guns and waiting for someone to mess with me.
It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes
It's hot outside and people have shot someone with blue eyes.
That's fucked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5
That's messed up because someone owes me money.
I'ma exercise my right to get this cheese
I'm going to demand my money.
I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze
I don't have to do anything; my woman will take care of it.
I ain't positive I'm a black man
I'm not sure I'm a good person, I'm just a black man.
So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand
Watch what you say, or else you might get hit.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave
Written by: Aneesha Birchett, Antea Birchett, Lashawn Ameen Daniels, Freddie D III Jerkins, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Beyonce Knowles, Delisha Thomas
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