Daddy Bigtimers

Overview

Daddy Bigtimers is one of the original recordings from Live Squad's Game Of Survival sessions. Although recorded during the group's Tommy Boy Records period in the early 1990s, the song remained unreleased for almost a decade before finally appearing on the reconstructed Game Of Survival album released by Grand Imperial Records in 2001.

The song showcases Stretch and Majesty at their most confident, delivering sharp lyricism over a hard-hitting Live Squad production. Like much of the material recorded during this era, the track reflects the realities of street life while demonstrating the chemistry that made Live Squad one of the most underrated groups of the early 1990s.

For many fans, Daddy Bigtimers ranks among the strongest songs from the reconstructed album, combining memorable verses with the gritty production style that defined Live Squad's Tommy Boy years.

Recording History

The recording is believed to have been made during the original Game Of Survival sessions between 1990 and 1991 while Live Squad were signed to Tommy Boy Records. The song was intended for the group's debut album, which was ultimately cancelled before its planned commercial release.

Following the collapse of the Tommy Boy project, Daddy Bigtimers remained in the vault alongside much of Live Squad's early catalogue. Following Stretch's death in 1995, Majesty later reconstructed the Game Of Survival album through Grand Imperial Records, allowing the track to receive its first official commercial release in 2001.

Today, the recording stands as one of the best examples of Live Squad's original Tommy Boy sound, capturing the group before their later collaborations with 2Pac and the darker style that characterised their mid-1990s recordings.

Release History

Year	Release	Format	Notes
2001	Game Of Survival	CD	First official commercial release.

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Lyrics

Yeah, it's the Daddy Bigtimers.
We're livin' big time.

[Willie D: I make big money]

x4

Majesty

Check it, bomb droppers.
Pistol poppers, fuck them coppers.
We got lawyer money,
check the stead, it's the Benz hoppers
Cash getters, you can tell by the sweaters,
A couple of hundred, and many more so we don't run out
Strictly flavour, jealous niggas show they ass now,
Get us vexed, and make us run and lay your ass down.

Stretch

Try to get wit,
The Imperialistic,
Wit the biscuits,
If you're soft don't risk it.
It's the generals, moving with the rough of the world,
Stay drinkin' Hennessey til a nigga call Earl.

Majesty

And uh, I'm nowhere near soft,
You better check the grapevine.
Ain't nuttin ch-danged, we still carry the nis nines,
Stay freshly dipped, k k
Grabbin minds, gettin' busy
Wreck in stages, niggas front they'll joint blazes
Jet through the back door, must avoid cases.
Switch places

Stretch

I'ma take it from here
I got forty rugged niggas coming in from the rear,

Majesty

Steppin through, diamonds shining,
step into the bars superstar stylin'
and big timing.

Stretch

Pack the 9's in, get the drink from the bar,
you wish you were subliminal with top criminal,
superstar is the status,
and cops is the maddest
wishing they could catch us alone with no chrome.

Majesty

but them is dreams cuz we stay with the red beams on top of the steel,
cuz that's real where we're from in Queens,
Ready for whatever, that's under the water - never
taking no shorts, got your wife in the resort,

Stretch

Thoughts are thoughts, niggas get played like a sport,
Cops get baught, wannabe bustas on the fort,
You get taught,
Big time shakin' the fools,
poppin' and rockin' them niggas,
and we live by the rules of the streets,

Yeah, it's the Daddy Bigtimers.
We're livin' big time.

[Willie D: I make big money]

x4
(Willie D: I make big money) x4

Stretch

It's the dondada's, we're gettin' cash in big stacks,
when enemies trip, niggas flip with glock maks
The savior, We're running up the level Mafia style,
Ain't no time for them knuckleheads runnin' wild,
Top ?dogs? be weak, the epitome of violence,
livin by the raw code of the silence,
G's make a nigga believe he can do it all,
So we can't take the stress, wait when his plate fall,
Start flippin' on him, puttin pistol whippin's on him,
Fighting nose to nose, there's no trickin' on him,
Money stackin' is the plan, live life grand and all of that,
Runnin' at your home with the chrome gat,
Runnin' round in the hundred thousand dollar cars,
Certified YG, ghetto superstars,
No doubt, we goin out to my nigga Han
We're representin' for the fam, gotta drop bombs.
No doubt we'd rather hype for the cash,
We're runnin' up the spot just steppin' right to the stash,
then glock blast, only if you give a hard time it's drastic,
When you see them plastic nines, so gimme mine,
It's used to be yours but it's took now,
Bad enough your ass is broke but you're shook now,
Who's the crook now? with the clown on the te-down,
We're doing all the sticking, yo you know how we're getting de-down,
Come around the back streets with the thugs well,
When you hear the gunshots then the drugs sell,
Once you smell the weed smoke then you know you're near,
Count your cash, you can't wait to get out of there,

Yo,
it's the Daddy Bigtimers.
We're livin' big time.

[Willie D: I make big money]

x4
(Willie D: I make big money) x4

[Talking while fading out]

Put em up now, Put em up!
Put em up now, Put em up!
Queens,
Jamaica Town,
Fade it out to the black, to my niggas selling crack.