text: Nigga was motherfuckin hyped up
  Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga
  And it was on from there wasnt nothing stopping him holmes
  Them motherfuckers was ready for anything
  Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them
  Niggas doing what they had to do holmes
  Niggas on the real flip mode homes
  Niggas coming out like a motherfucker
  Niggas was antsy, like come on, come on, motherfuckers!
  Come on, motherfuckers, come on
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  Lets go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
  Off the forehead, everything is real
  Biggie put me on this joint, so Ima be the big wheel
  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
  Hey Biggie, I understand youre from Brooklyn
  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking
  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
  A strange form, something kind of lyrical
  Biggie the bastard, Sadats kind of spiritual
  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
  And, uh, do you know where youre going to?
  Do you like the things that I bring?
  Make an MC wanna sing for a living
  Take the beatdown we fucking giving
  Cmon, motherfucker!
  Come on, motherfuckers, come on
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  I walk slight but I carries a big stick
  Nobody pay me close, hey Biggie buy another toast
  My shit is set off
  Somebody screaming somebody is shot
  Is it over Crack, or a nigga will try to act?
  The big city dont spare no bodies
  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
  Im in real form, ready to rush your dorm
  Hold back your mom cause I came for your daughter
  Is it time for slaughter, or should I pull the plug?
  Sometimes I get wild lifted, and niggas tell me I bug
  I claim now, this my set, somebody could be wet
  Ayo Biggie, give me the word and Ill let out the herd
  With that Uptown spliff, 45th inside the gift
  And we can do this
  Check it out
  Come on, motherfuckers, come on
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  I got seven Mac-11s, about eight .38s
  Nine 9s, ten Mac-10s the shits never end
  You cant touch my riches
  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
  Huh, thats how I got the weed spot
  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread
  Lil Gotti got the shotty to your body
  So dont resist or you might miss Christmas
  I tote guns, I make number runs
  I give MCs the runs dripping
  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
  Come on, motherfuckers, come on
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