[Intro]

There was three little piggies and they all went to the market

and two short motherfuckas, hahaha

Chopped them down, because, uh

One little short motherfucka was born into greatness

Has obtained greatness, because his name is uh

Bushwick, aka Chuck, four foot eight and straight don't give a fuck

I got the strength of six men

With the heart to run up on a muthafucka six ten

I swear, I knows no fear, this labels me a threat

Throats get cut, niggas chests get wet

Some people say I got a short complex, that ain't true

But I got a short fuse so what's next?

Now we could go toe to toe or shoulder to nut

Either way it goes your getting fucked

Cause you trip and try to size me

And that type of shit just inspires me

I don't need no muthafuckin strap

We could get it on cause I feel I got a (?????)

Now you could fuck me up and I'ma still squab

Peelin' more caps than the motherfuckin mob

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Who the biggest, little motherfucker you know?

You the biggest, little motherfucka I know

I'm the biggest, little motherfucka you know

You the biggest, little motherfucker I know

Some hoe nigga tried to play me out the box

[Now what you do that for?]

Now I got to knock your ass out

With the one, two jump to the chin

I'll wake your ass up and then knock your ass out again

That's what you get for tryin to test the Chuck black

A back full of dirt and my foot in your ass trick

I can't stand a muthafucka fulla talk

You pull his hoe cord and he can't walk the walk

Don't let your eyes get bigger than your squabble

Thinkin' cause I'm small nigga, you can make me wobble

I got a punch as big as Streisands nose

Running motherfuck