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  Uh, what)
  As we proceed, to give you what you need
  9-5, motherfuckers
  Get live, motherfuckers
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance 
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance 
  Biggie gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance 
  Biggie gimme one more chance 
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  First things first: I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys
  Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money
  Those the ones I like cause they dont get nathan but penetration
  Unless it smells like sanitation
  Gar-bage
  I turn like doorknobs
  Heart throb never, Black and ugly as ever
  However, I stay Coogi down to the socks
  Rings and watch filled with rocks
  And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi
  Girls pee-pee when they see me
  Navajos creep me in they teepee
  As I lay down laws like Alan Kopit
  Stop it - if you think they gonna make a profit
  Dont see my ones, dont see my guns, get it?
  Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it
  In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A
  I dont know what the hell is stopping ya
  Im clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya
  Once ya grin, Im in—game begins
  First I talk about how I dress in this
  Diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses
  The sex is just immaculate from the back
  I get
  Deeper and deeper, help you reach the
  Climax that your man cant make
  Call him, tell him youll be home real late
  And sing the break, uh)
  Biggie, give me 
  One more
  Give me one more
  Chance, and make me
  Gimme one more chance 
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Shes sick of that song on how its so long
  Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
  There I is, Major Payne like Damon Wayans
  Low Down Dirty, even, like his brother Keenan
  Schemin, dont leave your girl around me!
  True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
  You ringing bells with bags from Chanel
  Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
  Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
  She beeped me meet me at twelve
  Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes?
  While Im swimming in your women like the breast stroke
  Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
  Death stroke—tongue all down her throat
  Nothing left to do but send her home to you
  Im through—can you sing the song for me boo?
  Biggie, give me, one more
  Give me one more
  Chance, and make me
  Gimme one more chance 
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  So whats it gonna be? Him or me? 
  We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
  The envy of all women, crushed linen
  Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in ’em
  The finest women I love with a passion
  Ya mans a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin
  High fashion, flying into all states
  Sexing me while your man masturbates
  Isnt this great?
  Your flight leaves at eight
  Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
  Lyrically Im supposed to represent
  Im not only a client, Im the player President 
  Biggie, give me, one more
  Give me one more
  Chance, and make me
  Gimme one more chance 
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, gimme one more chance
  Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance