I'm rough and tough and all that stuff
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I make you dance and prance 'til you huff and puff
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There's just no way you can get enough
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of ME, yo' Mister, Big Stuffff!
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I'm the overweighter, prince dominator
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Emcee Heavy D, constant weight gainer!
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And since I choose, the weight not to lose
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I will stay THIS way, so that I can bruise
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emcees around, who front and frown
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You go round for round, I go pound for pound
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At the end of the party when you're sayin g'night
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Don't come to me and say "take it light"
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I'm your Mr. Big Stuff
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I'm a quick rhyme shooter, rap rookie, recruiter
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I always say could, never ever say coulda
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I'm healthy and stacked, not a beast or all fat
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I get applause and awards every time I rap
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I love the way I am, I would NEVER switch!
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I'm the greatest entertainer since a porno flick
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You move and groove to my funky tune
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Party people, it's TIME to make room
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for your Mr. Big Stuff
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Rock it, Big Stuff, the record, me the mastermind
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A top dollar money better, go get a, designer
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A fly girl lover and a woman pleaser
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Girls come to me say "Heavy let me squeeze ya"
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An incredible, overweight huggable
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prince, a bold treat, that's why I'm so lovable
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I got the knack to keep the fly girls shovin
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Two hundred and sixty pounds of good lovin
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They all want me, emcee Hev D
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The more of the beef the mo' there is to squeeze
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Got the juice to get loose, make you all get up
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You want a swig, give me a ring, Heavy D
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Your Mr. Big Stuff!
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Eddie F, break down!
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Now I'm the swing beat artist with skills to kill
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Money earnin Mt. Vernon's where I live and chill
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When I walk the streets, I get MUCH respect
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Get hellos and what-nots from the young'uns and the vets
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Cause I never been beaten, rhymes are pre-sweetened
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Duck, punk panty emcees, stop retreatin
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Cause on Heavy D, you shouldn't be sleepin
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Takin dirty emcees, away I'm sweepin
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Got a tower, of power, emcees I devour
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Every second of the hour, I send 'em to the shower
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I'm cool! Not a fool, from the new school!
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Drinkin brew by my pool, sittin on my gold stool
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Gotta rock, that I drop, like a horse, on the trot
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When it comes to makin money, it takes what I got
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I know you're sayin to yourself you can't get enough
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But I'll be back, to attack, Heavy D
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Your Mr. Big Stuff!
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Mr. Big Stuff (Remix)
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