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Oh yeah, dont forget my retainer OK, I understand you guys are pleading insanity, claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders. Can you please explain to this court how these so-called spirits made you into these raving madmen? Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke; gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor The rap slayer, the hooker layer Motherfucker, say your prayers! Hail Mary, full of grace, smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act, funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? Im out like The Vapors Whos the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho, swift fist, like Camacho I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics Make up to break up Niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She dont remember shit, just the two hits Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms aint ugly, love, my dick got rocked quick I guess I was a combination Of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was humpin around and jumpin around Jacked her, then I asked her, Whos the man? She said, B-I-G, then Id bust in her E-Y-E Can you please explain to this court when these problems first began? When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves ya rusted Move over Lucifer, Im more ruthless, uh Leave you toothless, youll kibbitz, Ill flip it Tears dont affect me, I hit em with the TEC, G Disrespect me, my potency is deadly Im shootin babies; no ifs, ands, or maybes Hit Mommy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis, after she sucked the dick I stabbed her brother with the ice pick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls dont get down like that Got your father hidin in a room, fucked him with a broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think youre dealin with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab you til youre gushy, so please dont pushh me Im using rubbers so they wont trace the semen The black demon, got the little hooker screamin Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? gunshots Guilty! Next case

1 Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers That told me Id never amount to nothin To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin In front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin To make some money to feed my daughter To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what Im sayin? 8 Its all good baby, baby, check it 9 It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine Salt n Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl 13 Remember Rappin Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade 17 Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky 21 Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak 25 Livin life without fear Puttin 5 karats in my baby girls ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood 30 We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirsty 34Damn right I like the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive And its all, its all good

My style is harder Than the nipples on a freak Who the fuck can compete With the brother with the hardcore speak When I speak I leave MCs speechless Nigga repeat this, I leave you teethless Believe this Oh God, its over, Jehova! When I slay ya jump in the Range Rover I slay ya Thats it! Thats it! No more lyrics That Brooklyn Bullshit, we on it!

Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug I went from construction Timbs to Acs with rims Flippin mixtapes to bitches feedin me grapes Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal That weed make my ass wanna kill four people Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars Blindfold you when you step in the car Thats that superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius Cease roll the hash, its in the pocket with the nine Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline I want a presidential Rollie So I crush MCs to guacamole, making Robin scream, Holy moley! Big Poppa, fuck a cape, Im that Paper Crusader Playing Sega in the wide body Blazer Rap game terror Money, murda mo, and all that good shit Scandalous niggas, respect this Ask about my 20 inch deep dish rims Son of a chicken, it aint no friends when it come to the end And Ima say word to gangstas Real killas wit money to burn Sayin we a lost cause, foster kids-preach the world Thank God that I had a father Im pushin in that cocoa with my sister when I was 14 like cancer victims Uh huh, cause haters they get quarantined Women they comin with sorcery Im livin wit curses, smokin weed Burn me, dont bury me Hurry before my mama come see me Somebody call Johnny Cochran Some niggas they wanna be Biggie Some niggas they wanna be Pac But I just wanna be Bizzy As soon as they hear me, they spit me like Richard Simmi Dont run away, wheres your nuts at? Its the original hydro smokers, somebody bust that Trust that, whats packin Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug Who be them niggas that keepin it thuggish ruggish from ? And If you dont like it, then we tell em fuck it Nigga suck a dick or somethin, nigga what? Who be the niggas thats sneakin the pistol up in the party? Drink that 1-5-1 Barcardi? Drunk and finna fuck up somebody? Keepin it realer than real in the field Niggas thats packin that steel Who be the niggas that sold over 30 million strong? Who was dem niggas in black? Who was dem niggas wit straps? Who was dem niggas thats bustin back at the got damn law? Who was dem niggas that Crept On Ah Come Up & did it Eazy? Who was dem niggas that didnt get of they thang leadin Cleveland? Smokin the weed or the fever, the reefa That keep em a pot of that sweetest cheeba Nigga yo yall know who that is Dem niggas that sing, dem niggas that rap They got everybody tryna do that Fuck recognizing nigga, they better respect, who, who, who? I done told these niggas that Bone is the shit So keep on rollin ya spliff, and smoke a blunt to this shit Who was the nigga that thugged in the streets? Number one on the charts? And who was the nigga thats pullin ya card? And nigga show that we had nothin but heart And who be the nigga that come to my side when its about murder? My niggas, my niggas will hurt ya You better believe it, when we comin to serve ya We be dem niggas fo life, we tighter than tight, doing what we like And who was the nigga that told ya to get down for your rights? Now who be the niggas that step in the club makin everythang pause? So fresh, so clean, no flaws. Who be the rawest clique you done saw? Damn right we keep it original out of da door Hit him up quick wit the flip flop flow Then we introduce you to Mo Dem niggas that reignin supreme Hustled to conquer our dream Forever untouchable team What nigga be out here gettin this green? Blowin green, rollin the hood, Glock cocked on safety And who be the niggas that knew you was fake? But stayin away from yall lately Lil Layzie just be da nigga statin da facts And you can put this on Stack Because muthafucka we back Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug Who be the niggas that thug in the back of the club? Ready to scrap, nigga buck, nigga what Who be the niggas that check ya, disrespect ya? Who be the niggas that wanna maintain? And do them thug thangs? But if disrespected who gon let it bang? Who was the niggas we rushed? Who was dem niggas that talk about us? Who was the nigga that say that the thugsta mentality? Better him than us Bone Thugs finally let loose Total control, whos business is it anyway? Gotta life Better leave it alone Been suppressed too long Now that we out on our own Ya gotta see the free Bone Who be the niggas that come in anybody hood and straight kick it? Who be the niggas that always got the weed, the drink, and dyme bitches? Im tired of hearin What happened to us? When will we hear a Bone bust? Who be the niggas thats bringin that thuggish ruggish no matter what? Believe we nothin but truth What would the game do? Without you know who? Niggas that say and do What they want to Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug, hey ya Bone Thug

Ill show you how to do this dummy Watch me as I run through this money Even when its cloudy my jewels is sunny Your girlfriend gets her knee bruises from me The names Banks , Im a million dollar nigga We both rolling but my wheel a lil bigger I get mine if theres a will, then theres a way And it wont be no tomorrow if I dont hit today Im kind of tired and I aint here to play So if you dont cooperate then I aint gon stay Im real flashy but I dont give a fuck This shit cost to much money to keep it tucked Most of these industry niggas is all butt Talk but soon as you see them they ball up We riding round in that BM and the long truck You see me in ya hood, my ghetto pass good Ill turn you into a customer Ive been thinking all night about touching ya, come here Im trying to get this shit going and you fronting Im from New York ma, show a nigga something My clothes are fresh, my Bentleys clean My knots on swole, Im ready to roll Im blowing on green, my whips on lean I just found another way to get that cream Looking at my Rollie its about that time To snatch one of these bitches off that line Man home girl mustve lost her mind Hopping all around my interior design Im fin to slide to the telly Then its 1, 2, right in ya belly You might see me fly through in that Jag toy You know what it is G-Unit and Bad Boy My own mama used to say I wasnt shit Now Im rich mama dont remember shit You little niggas couldnt handle what I smoke Itll feel like I lit a candle in your throat And I could understand Hammer gon blow As soon as it gets cold, youre everybodys Cole And when they aint got no weed, youre everybodys smoke And Im everybodys favorite The wrong one to play with yeah! Ill turn you into a customer Ive been thinking all night about touching ya, come here Im trying to get this shit going and you fronting Im from New York ma, show a nigga something My clothes are fresh, my Bentleys clean My knots on swole, Im ready to roll Im blowing on green, my whips on lean I just found another way to get that cream Ill turn you into a customer Ive been thinking all night about touching ya, come here Im trying to get this shit going and you fronting Im from New York ma, show a nigga something My clothes are fresh, my Bentleys clean My knots on swole, Im ready to roll Im blowing on green, my whips on lean I just found another way to get that cream

Niggas in my faction dont like askin questions Strictly gun-testin, coke-measurin Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Mannys Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig-piece, nigga decease Muah, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear Shits official, only the Feds I fear Heres a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin So dont you get suspicious Im Big Dangerous, youre just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold yall breath, I told yall Death controls yall, Big dont fold yall, uhh I spit phrases thatll thrill you Youre nobody til somebody kills you You aint nobody, get smashed by the drop top Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you cant hide Cause the rebel boy wont be denied You aint nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I dont care who you are You aint nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, youre just a memory 6 in the morning, feds at my door Grab your guns and hide the work, were going to war Did the landlord flip and lose her mind? Its got to be her that dropped the dime Bitch, please, 6 Gs, every month, cold cash You done fucked around and got a nigga dipping in the stash If Ima catch a case, you gon have to catch me fast But how you gon do that floatin in the blood bath? Hold on, I hear the helicopters comin See, its a hundred cops, they runnin They got the dogs and the warrant for my arrest But they just dont know that Im a hard pimp to catch I wipe my finger prints off of the safe, hell I strike a match and burn this whole fucking place down You aint nobody, get smashed by the drop top Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you cant hide Cause the rebel boy wont be denied You aint nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I dont care who you are You aint nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, youre just a memory You can be the shit, flash the fattest five Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit You aint worth spit, just a memory Remember he used to push the champagne Range Silly cat, wore suede in the rain Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I cant recall his name , you mean that kid That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine? A fuckin shame, dukes a lame, whats his name? Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? You aint nobody, get smashed by the drop top Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you cant hide Cause the rebel boy wont be denied You aint nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I dont care who you are You aint nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, youre just a memory

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So I think it was the weekend. Finally he said Ma, I want you to meet Faith. He was not calling her Faith. He said This is Faye I said Ok, so you are the one? And she came and we met and I think we just clicked because I saw her whole demeanour, she was Faith you know and in a way I think I felt relieved because I knew somebody was going to take care of him because I knew he could not take care of himself. I was very very relieved that this girl was going to take care of him

Baby to the hip hip hop hop Baby I wont stop Tell me whats your sign Is it compatible to mine? Im gonna hit you with the 1,2 Check-a 1,2, are we meant to be Let me introduce you to my crew I be sweatin you Sweatin you like sweat Can you feel my vibe And are you feelin it just yet? Baby you be makin my poor heart pound Every time you... Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Check this You be so fine And Im a witness Hit me on my hip Come and check me I got what you want I got what you need And each time you be walkin by My poor heart pounds On and on and on till the break of dawn sounds So let me hear you say... La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Upside down Boy you turn me Inside out And round and round Upside down Boy you turn me Inside out And round and round Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Oh, oh no You fine, you cute Oh oh oh oh Oh no Oh oh oh oh Oh no You fine, you cute Oh oh oh oh Oh no Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song Turn me all around Hear my heart pound You got it goin on Thats why I sing this song

Yeah, yeah You dont even hear me You cant see me Wish I could touch you Show you how I love you, but You dont even hear me You cant see me Wish I could touch you Show you how I love you, but But, you dont even hear me Wish there was something I could do For you, to hear me I need you to hear me Cause I miss you I really do Miss you The Notorious B.I.G

M-M-M-Maybach Music Botellas negra Hennessy The better bitches wanna fuck with me Yo no soy De La Ghetto, pero tú no estas en na Doble M, Maybach Mafia, Maybach Música, ey Los tecatos quieren droga, perico y cra Toas estas putas quieren chingarse a la doble A Que carajo tú está hablando mío y es real Fantasmea y los demonios van a trabajar, ey Somebody gotta diе If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let thе gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Yo soy de esa vida, tú no ere de esa vida Yo soy de esa vida, tú no ere de esa vida , ey Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Yo soy de esa vida, tú no ere de esa vida Yo soy de esa vida, tú no ere de esa vida Ante oraba por un pasto, ahora oro por un kilo En México te pican, por un kilo Cabrones mueren to los días por un kilo, ey Nos montamos con los palo a robarte los kilo Endecamo el kilo, papi, estamo activo Si tienen envidia, papi, hoy día eso es que están mordio Todos esos muertos chota, nigga ya están preso Voy pal infierno , voa quedarme con to eso, ey Seí coso los montamo y te esparrachamo De chamaquito ya endecaba, ¿qué tu sabe e gramo? Todo esto papi, esos rifles te quitan la vida Los rifles gritan y demonios vienen por tu vida La muerte no respeta, que descanse en paz Atleta, ey Te espero entro e tu casa Tú sangre en tu loseta En el hoodie tengo un palo 12 kilo Una diabla que es blanquita como un kilo Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Yo soy de esa vida, tú no ere de esa vida Yo soy de esa vida, tú no ere de esa vida , ey Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Yo soy de esa vida, tú no ere de esa vida Yo soy de esa vida, tú no ere de esa vida M-M-M-Maybach Music

What I gotta do is let yall niggas know I am the nicest Once upon a crime, someone who was once fragile, innocent, and pure was suddenly corrupted and adopted by the streets. But the gift he brought with him to this world will effect our outlooks on not only rap music but on life as well, forever, forever Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin Unless you got my ends, Ima make you twins With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion Sell your soul, live your dreams, dont pay the cost then Chop, chop, say hello to the guillotine A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like Fiends for drugs, I dont need no love Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex Were here, Ill bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed You fuckin with Chris, fuck Pun, dead the wrath for later Get your calculator, the head decapitators back forever Cant count how many heads I had to sever Half the niggas I keep, and put em back together Thats the terror, cut open your girl And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw No insanity plea from me, I ride the beef til I burn Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned And in turn Im hostile, guess you can recall me antisocial Niggas shakin like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach Try to politic before I smoke em, like Sun Tzu Niggas do unto these snitches, before its done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening Best believe they comin for my dogs in the morning And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird before he testify Strikes walkin close to my third, I live a troubled life And if you dream, be a part of my team From Long Beach to Queens Drug dealers to ex-fiends Keep yo eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustas Either heaven or jail, its still hell for a hustler Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw 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 lamb spread 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 yayo Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God Im dropping shit like a pigeon I hope youre listening, smacking babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fucking shit spill And Im talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw Its not a game, its war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw I personify every image that niggas fake I personify, really bring it to em Because Im -- I-I looked up to these niggas While on bail, they gon take my spot, big mistake, know what Im saying? My spot is wedged in, it aint going nowhere, you know what Im saying? Im coming right back for my place, anybody thats there, they gon have to move

Verse 1 Twelve in the morning, feeling just right Top down, headed where the functions popping tonight Sipping Patron with a little bit of lime Pre-fade buzz right, because the bartender know’s what I like Pull up to the party in a brand new Maserati, they treat me like John Gotti because they recognize Women, I keep them feening because they see me in their dreams, So by the time Im leaving they be screaming let me ride They tell me, Im so off the richter, I tell them to handcuff their sisters When we get off of them drinks, we’re synchronizing like jinx, dont trip never that wont pay her Much more hot than all competition, show stopper, they pay me attention So when it comes to these fes , I keep it Bill Bellamy Watch me, Ill show you how to be a player Chorus I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock I can show you.. Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player Ooooh, Playa! Verse 2 After the club, hit the after party, after the party hit the hotel lobby and After the Trone then we probably dip, Because after the original, its probably this Rolling in my super-car, feeling like a superstar, because I got a super-broad next to me I’m everywhere they’re looking, they smell it, I keep that kush in the air from LA to Brooklyn, no sticks, no seeds They tell me, Im so off the richter, I tell them to handcuff their sisters When we get off of them drinks, we’re synchronizing like jinx, dont trip never that wont pay her Much more hot than all competition, show stopper, they pay me attention So when it comes to these fes , I keep it Bill Bellamy Watch me, I’ll show you how to be a player Chorus I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock I can show you.. Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player Ooooh, Playa! Verse 3 Pull up to the front and, then all of a sudden Hit that button, microwave oven Shawty and her cousin, started bum-rushing Theyre all up on my rocks like Charles S. Dutton They say I can get it, I say that Im with it Got to make them feel it, until they need cigarettes I wonder can they take this, damn I hate a fake chick Slap to the face, whats that? Rick James, bitch! Watch how I move, Swag got her juiced Passed polygraph, ass is the truth She starts to pop, I start to jock Then shorty stopped, and made it drop I picked it up, put it in the truck Headed for the smush, shawty knows whats up Im not you, I never pay her Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player Chorus I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock I can show you.. Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player Ooooh, Playa!

Heres the situation Larce got shot now he facin Heaven or Hell but he livin to tell Who fuckin did it I got my crimie down with it Just as grimy as me, slimy as me Check it I got a long list of names and addresses Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses She gon be the first one to ride in a Hearse, son Worse come to worst Ill kill his sister I know hell miss her They dissed the family, other half of me Them niggas scared of me, I hope they prepared to be Shot at, hit up with baseball bats Thrown in the back of the Ac with a trunk full of rats Drive to Brooklyn, the back, take him to the pier Way up in the back where the bums sleep at Look him in the eye You wanna die, dont ya? If you could change everything you did ya would, wont ya? But you cant cause my brother cant breathe Watchin him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave All I wanna do is kill your crew Your grandmoms might get wet on the church house steps The beef is set Whatever Show you the meaning of pressure Killing faggot niggas like yall for pleasure You cant measure The pain thats inside Homicide You can run but you cant hide When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence Everybody on the stoop gettin bent White Chalk- The nigga Blake told me To be calm & breath slowly Ya know me, I flip Niggas was tryna hold me Called the hospital lobby The doctor said he proly Die, G Arms taped-up with IVs Heard he got blast an that shit surprised me Larceny on his back - thats some shit I cant see But I can see me puttin you on TV You and your crew Channel 22 News, walkin with some mans suit With a In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon tell? Who tha fuck you gon see that can outclass me? Outlast me, staminas nasty Call Rayshawns viper, Blake can call me a snake How ya gonna act when you hear these .9s break? Car doors close, trench coats open Tommy guns start smokin Leave you on a cold street chokin On your own blood Fuck the jokin I aint kiddin Mac spittin Niggas gettin hit back flippin Wounded tryna flee, breakin off full speed Jumpin over gates screamin Fess it wasnt me I see The fear as I stare through the Cardier lenses You ten yards ahead jumpin fences Breathin mad hard beggin God for forgiveness But he aint hearin you So Ima end this Fatality Finished Death is callin Who can hit you five times while you was callin White chalk started-

Yeah The key to life, money, power, respect Louie this, Gucci that, two private jets Big money, big business, watch that paper stack Treat life like a game, it aint pool but Im racked up Big bucks, no whammies I swear I prolly lump somebody head for a Grammy My heart black as the Lambo Kim bought for Kanye And I aint frontin, Im just telling ya’ll what God say Blood thirsty Seek my own will since the day that Adam cursed me The lust for power go to ya’ brain if you let it You say, “What up, dog?”, I hear “God”, Im so dyslexic Sit on the throne, its really a toilet, heart is septic I have no power, I get handed death, I must accept it Its hard to see the light when you never listen Our whole life’s blacked out, the powers trippin Who’s got the power? Who’s got the power? (It was all a dream I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine) They tellin’ me it ain’t hard to tell, I rock well And now with every sale Im feelin’ my head swell Well, Im a genius in my dreams Even if I was, it was stitched inside my genes I’m self-inflated, self-infatuated And somehow I convinced myself I finally made it The truth is I was made like the mob Geppetto put me together; my strings lead to God Pride come befo’ the fall, I seen it in the script So if you see me fallin’, prolly a power trip Welcome to the culture where humility is not allowed They do it big, if you don’t see that, you Shallow Hal Tryna show em how love and power, it goes together If they call us losers, that just means we last forever I been connected to the power, I don’t have to chase it I roll with a Trinity, this is sorta the Matrix A hard pill to swallow, we’re evil to the core Wicked power exploits the poor and it brings war Power can be a field of dreams loaded with land mines We know the ruler so you can’t say these are bad lines , but don’t forget that we’re forgiven I know the Lord gon’ catch me when I’m power trippin’ Who made the crowd put they hands in the sky? Who made the sky with they hands? What if yall cant see this is kinda strange God makes the weather change And we braggin’ up on our change like, Look how we make it rain! We Invictus, this sin sickness is in us Running amok and causin that mischief, tell me this then, who could really fix us? Im trippin’ to think that Im really not limited in this position Im sittin in Gravity pulling me back to earth, gradually realitys hittin’ Ive got the power trip

Uh Uh For my one true Our runs our rhyme For my One true Our runs our rhyme I went from Construction Timbs, to Acs with rims Flippin mixtapes To bitches, feedin me grapes Feed my mind state Big Poppa flow is lethal That weed make my ass wanna kill four people Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars Ill blow you when you step in the car Thats that superstar Status apparatus More wiz to Cassius Cease, roll the hashes, in the pocket with the nine Roll up the whole dime As my seats recline I want a presidential Roley So I crush Emcees to guacamole, makin Robin scream, Holy moley! Big Poppa Fuck a cape, Im that Paper Crusader Playing Sega In the wide body Blazer I shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor So much, me, myself and I know My own lord and master When your ass was born, it was all on the lawn, and When its time to die, youll be all alone, so Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and Start taking care of your own Nigga Everybodys human with the nature of a sinner So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner I gots to fight back against the powers that be Cause the powers that be, be Tryin to fight me Standin at the crossroads, but I wasnt by myself Some take the right and Some take the lefts, but Lo and behold What do I see In the distance Some resistance Well, I traveled the land, like my man in Kung Fu Moshin up this hip hop scene, with my Digable Crew Now you and you know the science, so dont front Cause Brooklyn wont front, naw, we dont front In fact Its gettin like a daily operation Cenilish born, represents my young nation And Im facin Opposition In every form So my man choose Squad 7, ours is on a swarm Like crazily Cause it dont pay to be A black man in the land of mental slavery They say Cash Rules Everything Around Me True So what I gotta do to be as lavished as you I dont roll with no crew That do the same ol same So I travel the seventh plane, by way of coal train Now thats an Ill thought Niggas get caught In my wisdom Because the number 7s like the master of a rhythm It aint surprisin These motherfuckers still hatin They must dont know I aint that nigga to be played with Its been stated Way back in 88 That a nigga like Mikell stomp the head of a snake Now quakes was felt When my feet hit the ground And fates failed When my heat made a sound Now How did I relate whats gonna fall When my niggas made the fuckin final call We started out small Now we got a staff a nation wide 1995, how many heads are gonna fly With that rootin Tootin Southside shootin Bootin any nigga who aint troopin, with Huey Newton Fuck disputin, when its time for a change Nigga, what you gon do When we rearrange the game Blow em out the frame With new ideas Wes about the game, lyrics puttin me down out here For my one true Our runs our rhyme For my one true Our runs our rhyme For my one true For my one true For my One true Our runs our rhymes I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side And the guard S.T. is still waitin in the ride So I Stepped to the DJ and told the DJ, Yo Throw the wax on How many emcees must get dissed The mist from the blunts smoke Decides whos next on my list Can you feel the hiss From the snake, move in my direction No U-turn, you gettin burned from the sun In my intersection The guard has spoked Sword strokin If you think you ready for affair One, pay ya token On my Soul Train Control your brain Buck Town representative Breakin down, like a ki of cocaine Straight from the lab And I still elevate past The snakes and the crabs Fuck it Its that Funkadelic Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it Fuck the vest, niggas better start puttin on helmets I roam the streets, where theres no peace, relax Funk, comin in stacks Bullets, hummin from gats So I duck Lyrical, BUCK BUCK, get stuck Im jammin like Smuckers, for all you motherfuckers That cause the ruckus Then I fix a few stitches BLADOW! Blast my style pack like Luke bitches I foward, foward, high punch and spit the flame Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes, when the wind change Mad explicit when splifted My scriptures Leaving your mic boney like that Tales Of The Crypt bitch All yall niggas suck my balls one time While I unwind, Im bustin your ass, counterclockwise I get Dumb But Dumber, why your vision blurred For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers Aiyyo Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag Let the pants sag, fuck a drag Its the low down and Im low-key The O.G Niggas know me So take it Easy like Mo Bee The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal On the subliminal Watch what you women do All the bitches wanna know why the frames I ride Thats just the rock to clear from the glide Bare witness, to my mental fitness, no fear Precaution, maybe too severe for your ear Creep around, grown on the down low, let off The ground slow, subtle And leave you in a puddle So I breaker-breaker 1-9 Cause it aint no sunshine, it aint no sunshine Its like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, its like that I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped I grabs the mic and I do what the fuck I want I outlast an ignant, white out Philly, youre a Dutch Master Raw like a natural disaster As I Crack ya Ass like Cheap Blaster, I might bash ya While my tongue lash ya When the Rock cruise, I crash ya Leave ya like a car wreck Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tech And I slash ya After, Im sure that youre ghost I go see my bro with the fro and we toast So the punks pawn a planet, plus every single fool Cause without all of yall, Heltah Skeltah wouldnt groove What we do Puttin your shit to the pave, ending em meeting the gauge Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazin, nothin phased Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses Put em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off Livin the psycho path, so Im down with a buck and a blast, and gettin my chance You niggas are fearin my sawed-off Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packin your shit, you bitch Not that it makes a difference, cause, when we a done with the quickness Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin em once a Gain, enough, to pick a Defender, they try to contend us, see, all they gon win is that Mack 10 Theres never another to go with a brother, I smother a sucker and go undercover nickelll lick it all off, but who was the sucker that screaming the murder Creep with the street Sweeper Better R.I.P., and pray The bullet dont put in much work But Im a sure, with, shot Puttin the bullets just where it hurts, and um With a me techll slip up one on the popos, Bone, Bone Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up, get em on the get up, Bone wont let up For my one true Our runs our rhyme For my one One One true For my one true Our run Our run Runs Our rhyme Hey, you, dont you dare give me no type of argument All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant Hey Hit you with fatness, represent my blackness Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness You better believe Everytime we come, we come hard The undisputed truth is that the black man is God Now everytime, I turn around, my people start subtractin They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreactin Hey, ay Ay You can pick and choose it Right before you lose it Im a hit you with my music Im frying up shit sizzling like cyanide Watch me go inside Please give me room, yo step aside Ha Those who commit the ultimate crimes Bitches run around like snitches, out there dropping dimes Get your shit drawers up out my hammer Young survivalist Represent the next Black Panther I hang with blacks and you hang with whites I pack a nine and I dont like fights Im from the deepest Darkest, ghetto streets of South Central, L.A I jack for jewels Watch when you bail, its right across the streets From hell, and no one want to repent Went to the liqour store Blast on the cashier, just like I did last year Now, tell me, if you was there Would you be down When them black boys beat Reginold Deny to the ground? Now, I wouldve be, before I died, I Decided for the buck of it I tried to rap a rocks for life People They said, Change that shit This is west coast Rap-A-Lot I stroll to Houston Astros hat a lot I sock A punk, fool, hit me up I run the west and Im up Thats suppossin my cause Whats the difference between this and hell, but vasoline drawers I live a sick lifestyle My profile, souls of Menace Handlin Bennettes To the finish If this is Cause for action, my people turning to hold a strap, man I dont give a damn, South Central, and Lookin out for the black man, strugglin with my brother, man Roll with the clan Bokers Rock to Tazkan Its us against the man and Im a damn get shot Theyll have to put in the jail cause I aint goin for the pot Turn the pigwigs to mop top, for the bullshit to stop I got a hood I die for Been organized since 64, man Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre Rollin on Crews/cruise like Pharellies on Acuras If you dont believe my steez is real You can check the emptiness of my Glock nine mil It dont matter which way you come I still be the nigga, callin shots with the gun I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run None Is about to fuck with the sun Mally G I never kick a rhyme for free Function rap skills, I come live like T.V. For all of yall, I come across to be real With super shit like Fall Guy And lines to make them all die Infrared beams, mind full of schemes 95 until, keep it real, get the cream It dont stop What the fuck Fuck around and get dropped, it dont stop Know what I mean

Another day in the ghetto One look outside Im already upset, yo It look about a hundred-and-two Its a Saturday and Biggie aint got nothing to do Uh, Im interrupted by a phone ring Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfucking thing Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie? Yo, who dis? Taisha Yo call back, Im busy Why dont ya hit me on the box a little later? Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator Steps out, its the same old scene Dope fiend, crack fiend, eyewitness news team I seen a honey with a butt looking butter soft I know she looks much better with them clothes up off Sitting all thick, with the ruby red lipstick Thats the one I got to get with Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T She said If I get with you I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew, whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a living, my name aint November This aint Thanksgiving, you aint Michael Bivins Smack it up, flip it, rub it down Do me baby, I aint down My name aint 2Pac I dont Get Around You hitting this nigga, how that sound? Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with Somebody ya done slept with, hold up Thats my Neneh Cherry shit, I got something slicker Let me just sip up on this liquor All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on This Biggie Smalls phonics, 102 How to squeeze 22s in them Reebok shoes, HUH? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Can I get witcha, can I get witcha? Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T I said walk me upstairs, cause I forgot my Phillies She said I dont care, so dont be acting silly I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore raps And it wouldnt take a second before I had her on her back Pulling back the bra straps, threw on my Silk CD Cause, I wanna get freaky with you Lose control on the skins is all I can picture, now Im about to hit you Can I get witcha? Oww! Can I get witcha? Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, uh, hey Can I get witcha? Uh Can I get witcha? Hey Can I get witcha? You big booty bitch, cmon Oh, youse a big booty bitch And I wanna do, do, do, do, do, do Woah, woah Can I get a soul clap? Soul clap, soul clap Yo, we buggin the fuck out in this motherfucker, word Yo, lemme hear the third verse, yo, that was the end

Got it going on, what, what? Uh, what, what? They got it going on, what, what? Yeah, uh, what, what? Im momma, Miss Ivana Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana Youre 9-0, my guns is Valentino MAC wavin, Queen Bitch engraved in And my peeps, it increased then ceased Then sink slow, flows incredible, video Peep the little petite, stand about 5 feet 0 inches Off springs to clenches Me, I suspensions Quick to bring your body agony like pinches Yes, yes, what? The T.V.s in the Range, half a milli in the game Nigga, we too dutty for that, bring your ass on back Matter fact, stay where you at, you might fuck my frow up Fuck my flow up , hustle til I throw up No more, high beam slums, and iced out baguettes Back to Pontiacs and 86 Acs, Cadillacs The 68s quick to tag plates, im straight Stay great, the diamonds and pearls Forever always, the million dollar girl Street dreams are made of these 850 IS and GS3s You travel the world tryna sling a ki Everybodys looking for something I got no time for fake niggas You drink a little wine, but you shake, nigga See, my names on your lease with your bank figures Cause Im much more advanced than them average gold diggers Yeah, it figures; youre talking bout me, so what about you? Man, bitches be lying too I push the kis, GS3s, the papes Yeah, I ride crate state to state, lieutenant takes mad dimes From New York to Anaheim While you daydream and whine I just keep gettin mine And Im, married to this Yall strategy lists and still planning weddings Mafioso threatens all the bullshit Any type of threat, ends to pull shit Thats why I got mad love for my real bitches Kisses and hugs, yo, one love to my thug niggas Street dreams are made of these 850 IS and GS3s You travel the world tryna sling a ki Everybodys looking for something, uh Right back at ya, you know the one Cleopatra All up in that ass, digging in your stash Niggas think they gon get some ass No money money, no licky-licky Fuck your dicky-dicky and your quickie Gimme your loot, your MAC-11 didnt shoot Your game aint sweet, John Paul Pete shouldnt compare If you cant wed it , forget it, dont sweat it I bet it, make it come smooth if you let it You cant stop a bitch from ballin Haha, the lala, the drop-off, they be callin Uh, Cease-A-Leo, uh Street dreams are made of these 850 IS and GS3s You travel the world tryna sling a ki Everybodys looking for something, uh

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112 Woo Oh, woah Yeah, yeah Oh, woah Hate sudden lies, Im lost without you My baby, my baby I know there was a lot of craziness going around And this shit got really crazy for me---Christoper Niggas that were both so they can go get crazy together, get crazy together Oh Oh, woah Without you Oh no, woah Woah, oh, woah

Yeah, Im still ballin, a bullet gotta get me And Ill never be a pussy cus my hoodll never let me Young nigga straight ballin Yeah bitch Im paid, thats all I gotta say Cant see you little niggas cause the money in the way And Im - Im sitting high, a gansta ride, blades If you aint gonna ride fly than you might as well hate Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate No it aint my birthday but I got my name on my cake Shit, believe that: if your mans wanna play Imma fuck around and put that boys brains on the gate Hey pick em up! Fuck em, let em lay Where Im from we see a fuckin dead body everyday Thats - Uptown! Throw a stack at em Make a song about me, Im throwing shots back at em Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict She saw me cooking eggs and she thought I was back at it I grab the keys, ho I gotta go I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs Young nigga straight ballin Yeah, Im still ballin, a bullet gotta get me And Ill never be a pussy cus my hoodll never let me And everybody wants to see if.. And everybody wants to see if.. And everybody wants to see if.. And everybody wants to see if.. Aint no escape from a deadly fate And everyday theres a million black bodies put away Im startin to lose hope It seems everybodys on dope Mama told me to leave cause she was broke Sometimes I choke on the indo Peepin out the window alone on my own Im a criminal Got no love from the household Im out cold In the streets give me motherfucking peace I got nothing to lose And something to prove What do I do livin Thug Life nigga stay true I wonder when they kill me Is there a Heaven for a real G Lord forgive me if you feel me Cause all my life I was dirt broke With no hope little skinny motherfucker wantin dough I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade But everyday its a struggle to get major paid Anyway its so hard on a nigga in this city No pity and aint no love for the scrubs that be buyin dimes If you could walk a mile in my shoes youd be crazy too I thank the Lord for my many blessings Though Im stressin keep a vest for protection From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson And all my niggas in the pen Here we go again Aint nothing separating us but my MAC 10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, hold up! Straight soldier, buckin at them busters No matter how you try niggas never die We just retaliate with hate then we multiply See me striking down the block hittin corners Mobbin like a motherfucker livin like I wanna Aint no stoppin at the red lights Im sideways Thug Life motherfucker crime pays Let the cops put they lights on Chase me nigga Zig-zaggin through the freeway Race me nigga In a high speed chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw Young nigga straight ballin Yeah, Im still ballin, a bullet gotta get me And Ill never be a pussy cus my hoodll never let me I put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami, D.C. prefer Versace All Philly hoes, go with Moschino Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi Now whos the real dookie, meaning whos really the shit Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass Gonna blast squeeze first ask questions last Thats how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars I still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff Your daughters tied up in a Brooklyn basement Sicker than your average Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas dont think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there every night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do something to us, talk go through us Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick to clutch Yeah, I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin, aint saying nothin So I just speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

A nigga never been as broke as me – I like that When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt Im sewing tigers on my shirts And alligators I see you later Here comes the drama, oh Thats that nigga with the fake, blaow Why you punch me in my face? Stay in your place Play your position Here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket Rob him while his friends watchin And hoes clockin Here comes respect His crews your crew or they might be next Look at they man eye, big man, they never try So we rolled with them, stole with them
I mean loyalty Im trying to look for somebody that the ride with me tell me is that you Tryna find somebody not gonna lie to me tell me is that you I been looking for someone to hold me down is that you Baby tell me is that you, is that you Baby tell me is that you, is that you Baby tell me is that you, is that you Is that you, is that you Heart beatin fast, let a nigga know that he alive Fake niggas, mad snakes
 in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived Dont be sleeping on your level cause its beauty in the struggle nigga Its beauty in the struggle Ugliness in the success Hear my words or listen to my signal of distress I grew up in the city and thought some times we had less,
Compared to some of my niggas down the block 
Man We were blessed And life cant be no fairytale, no once upon a time But I be God damned if a nigga dont be tryin Cause all the pain he brought you still linger in your mind? Im trying to look for somebody that the ride with me tell me is that you Tryna find somebody not gonna lie to me tell me is that you I been looking for someone to hold me down is that you Baby tell me is that you, is that you Baby tell me is that you, is that you Baby tell me is that you, is that you Is that you, is that you

] Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Yeah У Yeah, yeah Брр, yeah Дыми-дымится косой, он оставит тебя без ног Заправляю raw, передайте им телексоп Подлетаю далеко, но я не покидаю дом Мудаки болтают, время отправить их на покой Я тороплюсь Всё на свой круг Делаю шаг, и к чёрту их чушь Дую Mary Jane - это французский поцелуй Между пальцев тлеет ком и мне не нужен их шум Bitch, я ускоряю шаг чтобы не быть среди дураков, hoe Никаких имён, мне нужен её мозг Залезаю глубоко, пока дымится косой ...of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Курим за закрытой дверью, тебе сюда не зайти Пальцы давят raw, чтобы был аппетит Ты хотел чё-то сказать? Я не наблюдаю причин Курим за закрытой дверью, тебе сюда не зайти Relax and take notes While I take tokes Тебе сюда не зайти Тебе сюда не зайти Тебе сюда не зайти Курим за закрытой дверью, тебе сюда не зайти Relax and take notes While I take tokes Тебе сюда не зайти Тебе сюда не зайти Relax and take notes While I take tokes Тебе сюда не зайти Курим за закрытой дверью, тебе сюда не зайти Bitch, я ускоряю шаг чтобы не быть среди дураков, hoe Никаких имён, мне нужен её мозг Залезаю глубоко, пока дымится косой ...of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Курим за закрытой дверью, тебе сюда не зайти Пальцы давят raw, чтобы был аппетит Ты хотел чё-то сказать? Я не наблюдаю причин Курим за закрытой дверью, тебе сюда не зайти Relax and take notes While I take tokes Тебе сюда не зайти Тебе сюда не зайти Relax and take notes While I take tokes Тебе сюда не зайти Курим за закрытой дверью, тебе сюда не зайти Relax and take notes While I take tokes Тебе сюда не зайти Тебе сюда не зайти Relax and take notes While I take tokes Тебе сюда не зайти Курим за закрытой дверью, тебе сюда не зайти Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke...

Fuck her, never knew her Screw her, dump her body in the sewer Our father, uh-huh What you expected from his next of kin? Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedrooms, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin Uh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take To make my heart stop and my body start to shake? If I should die before I wake All I want is dough and big booty hoes, ya know? All I want is dough, big booty hoes, ya know? Funk flow, oh All I want is hoes, you know? Dough, flow All I want is dough and big booty hoes, ya know? All I want is dough, big booty hoes, ya know? Aint no more verses! The fuck, yall niggas? Got shit rocking like Im bout to just drop some new shit A bastard child at the age of 16, get the game, yeah, man!

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock It to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test - Im rappin to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rocked rhymes Humpty Dumpty fell down, thats his hard time Jack B. Nimble was nimble, and he was quick But Jam Master cut faster that so Jay says Now heres a little story I got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Ad Rock, MCA, and me, Mike D We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Oh, do me baby Do the Humpty Hump, watch me do the Humpty Hump One, two, three and to the fo Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do Its the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P D O double G Y D O double G, ya see California Love It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt N Peppa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday rap attack, Mr. Magick, Marley Marl Push my seed in my push for life Its gonna work because Im pushin it right If Mary drop my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock N Hi, my name is What? My name is Who? Jigga jigga Slim Shady Is it worth it, let me work it I put by thing down flip it and reverse it Its your fremme neppa venette Its your fremme neppa venette Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you Crank dat, Soulja Boy Now watch me you Crank dat, Soulja Boy Mia ya hee, Miya ya ha, Miya ya hee, Miye ya ha ha Youve gotta live your life Hey, Hey-ey eh-ey eh-ey You steady chasin that paper I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop Ya dont stop

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Yeah, uh-huh, yeah I got it, keep going Here we go, Flex If dead men can talk, can you sleep? Yo homie told you who got him Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga who shot him, or would you start switchin up? You thinkin bout the penitentiary, you bitchin up What if he said money aint everything? The hood raised us wrong All juxll get your money long, but look here Im gone Would that touch your heart, have you feelin funny inside? Would that be enough to make yo punk ass ride? What if he gave you a little list of things to do? Said he wouldnt have to die, he could live through you Would you, load the gat and get ready to ride? Or would you lock the door at yo crib and hide? Its a cold world even when its hot outside Whether sun shine or rain, you still feel pain Hit him cause he gave you strength, now you in a daze Yo homie- is in his grave, cause you- Yall know who killed him, filled him with them and the and the Deserts Them boys smoked your homie, you aint gon do nothin back? Not even if he told you You next and get clapped? Dont take much for them shells to make a mess of you Yo peoples gon prolly cremate and burn the rest of you Yeah, get em! Ayo, ayo, its T-O-N-Y Y-A-Y-O The light on the .44ll light up yo Bag gettin chopped at the and the blender So the coupe got TV, and the trail spinners Ima hustle like Larry Flint, fly pimp in bulletproof with I catch stunts like Evel Knievel I got that diesel and that X, and Im not Vin Diesel Yo, I know you love the choppy flow, the rocks that glow Ill have your man laid out in a hospital He wasnt thinking with his mind, he wasnt logical, what? Yo! Woah, 50 Cent, 50 Cent G-Unit, ha ha You want beef with me? Take a number and get in line You want pairs with me? I pop ya top off with the nine You mad at me? Shit, cause you cant shine You aint gettin yours? Thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine

Uh, steps out the pad with the dufflebag, all the guns I had Sippin Granddad, bout to make his momma sad I cant stand him and I dont know him And he dont even know Im bout to blow him, bout to show him What goes around comes around, he shouldve thought about it Now he got to talk to God about it I mean this, nothing between this four-fifth and the head center I got a scope with the infa Boom, boom, coward niggas got to meet they fate The faggot got Jason on his license plate, motherfucker And he parkin, pass the gat, Im bout to spark him Lord forgive me, beg your pardon Hey, playboy!

I tote guns, I make number runs I, I tote guns, I make number runs I, I tote guns, I, I tote guns I, I tote guns, I, I tote guns I, I tote guns, I make number runs I shot ya Arm & Hammer man got the hammer Red bandana, get green, Bruce Banner Shakedown blocks, snapshots, no camera Tote big guns, Im a heavy metal handler .38 Special, trey pound magnum AK-47, run out of bullets, I stab em Firearms, got em, who want a problem? Hollows on the top, copper heads on the bottom 9 millimeter, gimme gun fever Cold cold drink, Arm got it by the litre Holla at ya dog, realest hustler of all Shoppin with the Cafe is like shoppin at the mall I be the supplier for ambitious buyers Ecstasy, rollin like Michelin tires Nah, I aint no multi-millionaire But please believe, Im the hardest nigga here I tote guns, I make number runs I, I tote guns, I, I tote guns I, I tote guns, I make number runs I, I tote guns, I make number runs What Im sayin when its done right Theres nothin like Red Cafe Theres nothin like Biggie Theres nothin like Nas Theres nothin like KRS-One, Rakim Theres nothin like that Huh, I shot ya Now its blood on my shoulder Shakedown soldier, ten black Rovers And the goons bite like poisonous Cobras Inglewood niggas, I salute hood niggas Goons anywhere Puttin up at least seven numbers every year Slappin hoes, derriere Strap in my waist yo strap in the safe If it wasnt for this rap, Id be shootin up the place Guns I done bust em, dippin through customs With that uncut thatll tear ya nose up I flows through the city on my own nuts See Im layin on bread, homie, thats cold cuts Huh, more deals than Burger King Big Bentley, what the Arm & Hammer swervin in And my block work like clock work Familiar with Wall Street, Ill show you how the stocks work I tote guns, I make number runs I, I tote guns, I, I tote guns I, I tote guns, I make number runs I, I tote guns, I make number runs...

Uh, uh See, we done masterminded all this shit, you know what Im sayin? We know exactly how we gon do what we gon do, this shit, you know what Im sayin? This all a part of staying on top of your game, you dig? You know what Im sayin? Dont be these others niggas, they come out, whatever whatever, whatever, you know what Im sayin, they doing their thing, but you know what Im sayin, can you maintain your shit? Thats the question Uh, uh If Peter Piper pecked em, I bet you Biggie bust em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically I dust em off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers Bitch with that platinum grammar I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch, murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease-free bitch, check it I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&Ms Roll with the M.A.F.I.A., remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles Now strictly niggas that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons Sleep til noon, rap Pam Griers here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggas wives for one point five While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be em Most of yall niggas cant eat without per diem Im rich, Ima stay that bitch Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh, nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh, Ima stay that bitch Stay, duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Uh, ding, ding Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging In the Tunnel & Essos Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch Check my pitch, authentic persona And Ill still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales Shopping Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team Shits straight like 9:15, ynahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossing my Rolex wrist shit I kick shit, like a nigga do Pull a trigger too

Got Notorious B.I.G. in the house, whats up? Aint nothin, love, just chillin, just chillin, you know? Aight, whats up, yo, you rolled up here, you know what Im sayin? You ready, you ready to rip shit? Yeah, I was lookin for them Bronx Zoo brothers, though, you know what Im sayin? Junior Mafias in the house We gon go like this, yo, here we go Mumbling and whispering is what I hear When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared No, Im not the stick up man I dont want the rings on your hand, I dont understand When I come through the avenue, I must know voodoo Cause all eyes are on you know who And my so-called friends beg for еnds for me to lend But this bank roll they wont spеnd I dont need em, let the welfare feed em When they come to Whats up?, the peace sign is how I greet em Sometimes they wont get that Sweatin me for some chit-chat, bite my lyric like a Kit-Kat Open your eyes and realize aint no sugar in my tank Out of all my friends, theres just one I wanna thank My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great That good things come to those who wait And we waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A Train Thats why I flip, keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dipped, take out of state trips Dont drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip Ima skippa, like a captain Rapping is my specialty and the best is me So the restll see B.I.G. dont need no practice Im like a sharpshooter, shoot the needle off a cactus Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit I completely defeat the weak Even the strong dont last long Cause Im Brooklyn born, baby bro Im not a paper gangster of no sort I do smoke Newports, when I get stressed, I grab my vest Put a MC to the test, quick, especially if he talk slick About who he flipped and whipped I trip up competition, name a cross who stepped to the big boss You know of course they took a loss Stepping to Big and the Hitman 50 Grand Like sinkin in quicksand, you need a hand, my man Damn, tried to give you the warning sign When I said, Chill, I wasnt saying LLs rhyme I was telling ya not to tear up Cause he will rip up, Im telling ya not to erupt Cause hes just as corrupt as a DJ should be 50 Grand, and Im the B.I.G.  In full effect

DJ Technique Go, Biggie 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 Throw your Glock in the air and wave it Im going crazy steady contemplating Wonderin if they finally caught up with ya Confident myself looking at your picture Try not to mention, just to leave it alone Stay off the streets and just come on home Got enough to move out the hood To be sitting on something nice and living good, oh no Oh no, you just cant let it go Its all you know Is this life so on the road Until the end Right here hustling Cause I cant lie I wonder why You just dont give somethin else a try You wonder why Im still on the block Cause I just cant leave it baby, cause thats all I know Throw the gat away when you see the cops Come back and retrieve it baby, cause thats all I know Cause thats how we roll From the gutter straight to your front door Thats all I know A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite And you know we gon feed it, baby Cause thats all I know Put the guns down and leave the beef alone But Kira, one thing, I cant leave the streets alone Slinging that yay bomb, getting my cake on Flows Cajun like Biggie and Akon Hold heat like a radiator Beneath the Avi, hit the azy Stash box in the aviator Flash knots, push rocks like an 88er Cash dots, dont play yourself like a masturbater Oh no, you just cant let it go Its all you know Is this life so on the road Until the end Right here hustling Cause I cant lie I wonder why You just dont give somethin else a try You wonder why Im still on the block Cause I just cant leave it baby, cause thats all I know Throw the gat away when you see the cops Come back and retrieve it baby, cause thats all I know Cause thats how we roll From the gutter straight to your front door Thats all I know A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite And you know we gon feed it, baby Cause thats all I know Get involved, if you aint down with them bats, get a job You scared? Get a dog, rub it in like a massage We them Harlem World stars and we all charge like credit cards Man, look on me, see a crook all clean Bend gals and aint talkin bout football team Hits like cant get right Catch me in the hood like head lice It still got nice with red price like Oh no, you just cant let it go Its all you know Is this life so on the road Until the end Right here hustling Cause I cant lie I wonder why You just dont give somethin else a try You wonder why Im still on the block Cause I just cant leave it baby, cause thats all I know Throw the gat away when you see the cops Come back and retrieve it baby, cause thats all I know Cause thats how we roll From the gutter straight to your front door Thats all I know A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite And you know we gon feed it, baby Cause thats all I know

FORGIVE THEM GOD FOR THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY DO THEY DON’T KNOW, NO THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY DO DO YOU? CAUSE I DON’T THINK YOU DO WHO WILL SURVIVE IN AMERICA? WE SURVIVED IN AMERICA NOW WERE LEAVING AMERICA JUST LIKE BIGGIE LEFT AMERICA CAME FROM HEAVEN JUST TO SING A SONG FOR YOU TO THE RHYTHM OF MY LOVE FOR YOU, AND NOW IT’S BEATING SLOW AND YOU KNOW IT’S THE END OF THE ROAD WHEN I SING THAT SLOW SONG FOR YOU LOVE WAS NOTHIN BUT ANOTHER GUN FOR YOU AND I WOULD HIDE IT IN MY HELPLESS SOUL I’M NOT AFRAID TO GO DOWN THE ROAD WHERE WE GO, I DON’T KNOW YOU CAN HEAR EM CALLIN, DON’T YOU? WHEN THE ANGELS CALL LIKE IF YOU DON’T WANNA STAY YOU CAN GO SEEMS LOVE DON’T LIVE HERE NO MORE THE ANGELS ARE FLYING SO LOW, SINGING TO YOU

You see, Im searching for a real love and I don’t know where to go I been around the world and high and low and still I never know How it feels to have a real love cause it seems theres none around I gotta end it in this way because it seems he can’t be— We are lovers through and through And though we made it through the storm I really want you to realize, I really want to put you on Ive been searching for someone to satisfy my every need Wont you be my inspiration? Be the real love that I need Real love Im searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love Im searching for a real love Ooh, when I met you I just knew that you would take my heart and run Until you told me how you loved for me, you said Im not the one So I slowly came to see all of the things that you were made of And now I hope my dreams and inspiration lead me towards a real love Real love, yeah Im searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love Im searching for a real love I got to have a real love Love so true, and oh baby I thought that love was true I thought that you were the answer to the question in my mind But it seems that I was wrong If I stay strong , maybe I’ll find a— Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, its a plane Nope, it’s Mary J., aint a damn thing changed Kickin ill flava with the Teflon Don Wreckin shop, gettin’ props, she got it goin on So whats it gonna be? The real one, the fake one? Ya need a minute to think? Well, hoes, ya better take one Welp, my time is up, peace out to Brooklyn Puff and Daddy-O, ayo, bring the verse in So Ive tried my best and prayed to God hell send me someone real To caress me and to guide me towards a love my heart can feel Now I know I can be faithful, I can be your all and all Ill give you good lovin through the summertime, winter, spring and fall Real love Im searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real, real love Im searching for a real love Mmm You see, Im searching for a real love and I dont know where to go I been around the world and high and low and still I never know How it feels to have a real love cause it seems theres none around I gotta end it in this way because it seems he cant be found Real love Im searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love Im searching for a real love Real love Im searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love Im searching for a real love Real love Im searching for a real love Someone to set my heart free Real love Im searching for a real love Real love

Uh, its going out to all the pimps and macs Y’all know the flavour, Brooklyn style You know how we do, uh, yeah All the macs and the dons in the house Playa playaz, playa, playa, let these hoes know One, two Is it true, all I wanna do is screw? Drink brew, with the crew, on the avenue? Ooh! I flip skins like Mary Lou So what ya gonna do when come for you, boo I got girls that look like Toni Braxton And give me the skins without askin When Im relaxin’ on my back and you know what time it is, uh But if its red man, Ill leave it alone She can call me on my cellular phone And I mess around and pick you up Take you to the crib, stick you up Put on my Silk CD and lick you up and down Til you say stop, hit the twat, til your pops call the cops And when I make bail outta jail, Ima wail on that tail Because the sex never fails, I am So amazing So amazing So amazing And I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons Biggie taught me how to ride dick Cut ’em off, freeze ’em, them use em as ice picks Hard times, baby; got honeys out of state Doing 2-to-8 for first degree rape What I can’t get, I take Her name hold weight Like I said: my name hold weight , pussy is the bait Around the way they call me the Pink Panther Im your private dancer If he giving up the bread, Im taking him home He can lick me like an ice cream cone Pop that coochie like Im a loog boochie Tap her on the booty ’til he sweat out my doody Niggas show up with 10 carats in the ring You know I got that thing that make a nigga wanna sing: Girl, lets just get married, I just want to get married Thats why they call me the queen, cause I am So amazing So amazing So amazing And I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons This is going out to the pimps and macs That hit skins til their broad catch a asthma attack But not even Pamatti Miss could resist The way Lil Kim put this on your lips All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom in the boom poom Lets smoke a little boom and head straight to the bedroom And then I whisper soft in the ear Yeah, I love you too, my Big Poppa Bear You know I leave you pussy-whipped I whip that pussy Well, hit it from the back til it get real gushy, baby Good sex is what Im startin I get the skin so wet, I make the ass start fartin And I pray that the dick dont slip Cause then Im hearin this shit And then I just ride til the sun rise And when Im done I wipe the cum on her thighs, I am So amazing So amazing So amazing And I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons

Gargamel, flight again! While mans been pimping, Ive been up You got pills and stock keep lining up No more freeloading, time is up Catch a 3 dog plane, man dont stifle us Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on I seen the cutie, does she wine enough? Gyal a cant keep her eyes den off your stuff Move girl, or you gon touch the Midas Touch Venue after venue, Ive been through Coming to the telly, so I can bend you Send you to the store, condoms and more Jealous females, call you sluts and whores Could it be my hardcore metaphor Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor Open up the Lex door, jump on in Im kind of tired, Ima roll blunts while you spin You got your license, right? Aight, no swerving Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se Much foreplay, thats my forte Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death She looking for a man, honey he just left Violate me, he get beat to death Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left While mans been pimping, Ive been up You got pills and stock keep lining up No more freeloading, time is up Catch a 3 dog plane, man dont stifle us Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on I seen the cutie, does she wine enough? Gyal a cant keep her eyes den off your stuff Move girl, or you gon touch the Midas Touch Yes, indeed, its the inspector, so respect-a Way the pinky diamond is shining, tickle your retina The mack, call me Max Julien of this shit To be exact, Im only macking Brand Nubian chicks Got her own paper, shorty never blowing her own ki I aint tricking, baby, aint no one fr-freeloading off me See, the pimp shit be kinda killin em softly If you violate, the price for that could be kinda costly Baby girl, now, even though you look finger-lickin Always remember, Im careful with every chicken Im pickin, listen You see my shorty always stay on the grind Bitches be jealous of my shorty and hating whats mine Cause Biggie told my shorty, You chickens is way out of line She gettin money, focus on me, and she pay no mind, tricker You think Im bugging? Tell me, how do you figure? I got a shorty that aint trying to take a thing from a nigga While mans been pimping, Ive been up You got pills and stock keep lining up No more freeloading, time is up Catch a 3 dog plane, man dont stifle us Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on I seen the cutie, does she wine enough? Gyal a cant keep her eyes den off your stuff Move girl, or you gon touch the Midas Touch

G-G-G-G-G G-G-G-G-G G-G-G-G-G G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Niggas know who the don is I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I aint got time for love, Im tryna get mine And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got Moe in the middle and Im always gon shine Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call and Im busy when you got spare time Its cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind All I do is sit and think of ways I can come up Catching jooks and run up, and leave your nigga done up My pockets are hurting, homie, I aint feeling this shit Have your mama screaming I aint Scarface -- No women, no kids -- I dont give a fuck Better teach that bitch and that little nigga to duck With a P90 Ruger I put shots all through ya If you survive, you gon feel what talons do to ya Im a hard-headed nigga, I came up so hard Had to get shot 9 times for me to find God If them planes hit the projects, nobody would care Look around, aint nothing but black folks around here We brothers become political and start to maneuver They give you 100 years, man, they did it to Hoover Now, you can hate me or love me When you see me, busts shots or come and hug me The showman shits lovely I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I aint got time for love, Im tryna get mine And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got Moe in the middle and Im always gon shine Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call and Im busy when you got spare time Its cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind Niggas talkin it but aint livin it Cristal pops Im sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator trunks bitch, rollin blunts with the williest of the willy Heckler Koch, M-1s and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wondering if Ima fuck with her She know I treat my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana drippin, Big Poppa never slippin H-class diamonds shinin, dinner with wifey winin, dinin Smoking cigars in Bogotá with Colombian niggas named Panama And Englique and shit, games we play life endin Bitches bending over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops, I got your bank stopped Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of em Advancin from duplex to mansions Stashing keys hidin Gs overseas, VCRs in my Vs Game elevates money I make into stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sand Discussing plans with my man Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and a system That leaves my rear views tremblin What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my ring, its a Frank White thing I stay potent Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5 And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I aint got time for love, Im tryna get mine And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind I got Moe in the middle and Im always gon shine Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind If you call and Im busy when you got spare time Its cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

What you want Look, look Kick in the door, wavin the four fizzy They already know they cant fuck with Iggy Trues cost more than the rent do, you know that All black on when I come through, its Kodak Mirror, mirror on the wall Is Iggy the ziggy-iggy the baddest of em all? Why you come through, shut down the mall? All that ass deserve an applause Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Me and my boo on a worldwide hustle You know what it is when I flex that muscle I dont even know what a real one do Talk that talk, I can back it up too Got yo dessert, call me the waiter Im flirtin, you get it later You could get it from the inside out No hands, you could put it in your mouth Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch Switch it up, the Lamb, the Bentley truck He dont love you, that ring aint big enough If they talkin that money Im showing up My account getting bigger, its growing up And Im still a mafuckin rockstar Popstar but I roll with the mobsters Yacht club on the shore eating lobster While Im stunting in Geneva with my top off Red light, yellow light, green light This is bout that time you recognize that Im that This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt Red light, yellow light, green light

Not in the Bentley, not in the Rolls, no Not in the Range, not even a Volvo Not in the Beamer, not in the Benz, nah Everybody wanna ride in my Sentra Up in the Sentra, up in the Sentra The king of the road is what they anoint me Cause I easily get from point A to point B If Point Bs close, I’ma hop on my bike But Ima take my Sentra if the shit is a hike Ayo, my cars awesome My phone goes to the speaker when Im talking Plus I got that 8 inch AUX in And the USB for the charging IPhone whether 4 or 5, you could charge the motherfucker on the 405 Im in traffic but it don’t faze a player Riding around feeling like LAs new mayor And these Hollywood types take me for a chump Cause I aint got a house with the Beamer in front But I got wheels that turn and speakers that bump And I got cables in the back if youre in need of a jump Not in the Bentley, not in the Rolls, no Not in the Range, not even a Volvo Not in the Beamer, not in the Benz, nah Everybody wanna ride in Sentra Up in the Sentra, up in the Sentra Feel free to smoke while we bump these beats Cause I don’t give a fuck if you burn the seats My monthly payment is manageable But my crew is questionable I got a chick up in the front, she kind of average looking She never met her dad and she bad at cooking Got a homie in the back who been sniffing that white Freestyling to himself, sounding not that tight I kick him out, tell him leave and go Heading to Korea Town, picked up E and Zo Turntables in the trunk of the vehicle Heading to the venue and we steal the show Yo, I been bumping boom-bap since you cats was new jacks tapes we used back then My driver seats known to get loose at fuck you, your crews wack Pass the intoxicant, big Wax is dominant And I dont need a fancy car to be confident And my backseats probably got your mom in it B-I-itch Not in the Bentley, not in the Rolls, no Not in the Range, not even a Volvo Not in the Beamer, not in the Benz, nah Everybody wanna ride in Sentra Up in the Sentra, up in the Sentra Up in the Sentra, up in the Sentra Up in the Sentra, up in the Sentra

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Uh, uh-huh Uh, uh-huh Uh, oh, uh, oh, uh If Peter Piper pecked em, I bet you Biggie bust em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically I dust em off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers Bitch with that platinum grammar I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch, murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease-free bitch, check it I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&Ms Roll with the M.A.F.I.A., remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles Now strictly niggas that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons Sleep til noon, rap Pam Griers here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggas wives for one point five While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be em Most of yall niggas cant eat without per diem Im rich, Ima stay that bitch, on and on, on and on Im the queen, Im the queen Im the queen, Im the queen Im the queen, Im the queen Im the queen, Im the queen Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging In the Tunnel & Essos Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch! Uhh Check my pitch, authentic persona And Ill still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales Shopping Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team Shits straight like 9:15, ynahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossing my Rolex wrist shit Im rich, Ima stay that bitch Shit Im rich, Ima stay that... Im the queen, Im the queen Im the queen, Im the queen Im the queen, Im the queen Im the queen, Im the queen

To all you twisted people who love to take advantage of artists like us Guess what? Huh, we aint mad at cha Da da, da, da Da da, da, da da Da da, da, da Da da, da, da da Theres no need to hate on us so hard You cant stand the fact that were so smart We got the hell off the train before it ran off the track Got up on this Lucy thing and we never looked back They cant handle us Cause they cant step on us And they cant use us up no more They tried to funk with us But they cant put a stop to us cause they cant control us no more That was such an evil game you played But your mouth wrote a check that your ass is still payin today Cause it blew up in your face And now you gotta reap what you sowed Lies and deceit will kill your mind and eat away at your soul, oh oh They cant handle us Cause they cant step on us And they cant use us up no more They tried to funk with us But they cant put a stop to us Cause they cant control us no more They cant handle us Cause they cant step on us And they cant use us up no more They tried to funk with us But they cant put a stop to us Cause they cant control us no more They cant handle us Cause they cant step on us And they cant use us up no more They tried to funk with us But they cant put a stop to us Cause they cant control us no more

Intro: Notorious B.I.G One, one two Check me out right here yall Verse One: Puff Daddy Yo, the sun dont shine forever But as long as its here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Dont make a ass outta yourself, by assumin Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that Im two levels above you baby Hug me baby, Ima make you love me baby Talkin crazy aint gonna get you nuthin but choked And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats Im a wing cause Im too smart for these cats While they makin up facts you rakin up plats Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G In a Commision, dont ask for permission to hit em He dont like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of ... ... they say my killins too blatant You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under the vest by the abdominal Hum a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And Im, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone Hold hands and say it like me The mo shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White Chorus: Busta Rhymes We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Verse Three: Puff Daddy Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, Ima get my stash on Theres a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said Id live it up til all the cash gone Aint that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your tape or CD The billboard killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel Been hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em You aint gotta like me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heatas n the two-seaters, with two midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P-Diddy run the city, show no pity Im the witty one, Franks the crook from the Brook Matty broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the kids, Peniro, sheek loops Black Rob joined the mob, it aint no replacin him Niggas step up, we just macin them Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business rise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, yall just betray men You screamin, I position, competition Nother day in the life of the Comission Chorus 2X w/ Puff talking Aiyyo, can you hear me out There? Aiyyo turn me up, nobody Can hear me out there Thats good, its all fucked Up now Yall know its all fucked Up now right? What the fuck yall gonna Do now? What Ima do now? Can yall hear me out there? Can yall hear me out there? Fuck yall niggas wanna do Its all fucked up now What Ima do now, huh? What Ima do now Its all fucked up now

Look in the sky Wonder why Most MCs alibis Wont comply With my style of rhyme Or rhyming or rap Its not a trap My rhyme just snap -- And we were laughing and laughing, like You aint never gonna be on Video Musicbox, man.. Mozzle, mozzle Run around, mozzle and pop Yeah I put that on pops We wanted to find a way to get on the map, fast.. So, that birthed The Techniques. Two DJs, and Chris was THE MC This is the wail of a tale Of a male who gotta pay my bills And Ill nail em in to sail the seven seas--

Niggas... uh Bitches... ha Uh grab your dicks if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens every day Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? What are you a idiot? Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1s Got mad guns up in the cabin Cause Cease aint the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters Gwan grit ya teeth, gwan bite ya nails to the cuticles Like Murray, my killings be the most bеautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique thick like Luke dancеrs Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover Playin Big Willie style with the chauffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find grab your dicks if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens every day grab your dicks if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens every day Im surrounded by criminals Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals Smokin skunk and mad Phillies Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses If robberys a class, bet I pass it Shit get drastic, Im buryin ya bastards Big Poppa never softenin, nigga Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offering, nigga Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covet the wife, Kleenex for the kids tears Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches She whippin my ride, countin my ones, thinkin Im rich, its Just the way players play, all day every day I dont know what else to say Ive been robbin niggas since Run and them was singin Here We Go Snatchin ropes at the Roxy, homeboy, you didnt know? My flow, detrimental to your health Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun My minds my nine, my pens my MAC-10 My target: all you wack niggas who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly The Smalls, bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be? grab your dicks if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens every day grab your dicks if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens every day I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Acs, watch my niggas backs Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs No question, confession, yes, its the lyrical Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, exclude subliminals Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals, uh I kick the rilli with my peeps all day 325s roll by with the windows down halfway DKNY, oh my, Im jiggy Its all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme Cause they all in line screamin one more time Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up, uh

Alright, alright, yo The B.I.G. is far from a chump I love to thump, Im so rump I got Kriss-Kross jump I like the beats that thump The Cherokee, the Pathfinder jeeps Peace to Fulton Street when I compete MCs take flight like Clyde The Glide Drexler Try to flex, I suplex ya, huh Its me, you know my pedigree Rhymes and beats so fat leave the mess with Dick Gregory Who got props like Biggie Smalls got props? Nobody, hops Nobody drops words off the top of the head My metaphors are sharp like cheddar cheese Blowing MCs out with ease Homie please! I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girls buttcheeks Im smackin, huh MCs have a hard time believin Im marked for death, hard to kill like Steven Bad Boy in the house!

Cunt cunt cunt Yo, the Notorious B.I.G. with the Crustified Dibbs Big rip the twat, down to the asshole Aint no dick like the one Ive got Big rip the twat, in the basement of weed spots Even vacant lots Bitches know the steez on the P-U-S-S-Y You suggest I Take it out the anal, fucking Big is fatal Dangerous, you should see me swing the jimmy When the Hennys in me I Fucking green bitches, like Kirk When the cum squirts, Im out bitch You know what Im about bitch Hit em, quit em, forget em Fist fuck em, dump em, in the truck and Find another trick, to lick dick, to the tip Down to the asshole, lips red like Tabasco A little rascal, call me Chubsy-Ubsy or stymie Let me fuck you from behind see The ass shake Big break hoes torsos Gotta go, see you groupies at my next show Big rip the twat I rip your cunts out with spoons R to the A Big rip the twat I rip your cunts out with spoons R to the A Now move it over Its the cunt renaissance The Cunt Renaissance So you can lick the shit off my dick After I fuck you in your asses I was born in special ED classes Im about to do an O.J. Simpson on them Cause they think they slick when they be pimping When I put my dick in they be shitting I rip your cunts out with spoons I make you feel pain like virgins on honeymoons I make ill tunes The hairy fat slob, I glorify gluttony Butt ugly, only ugly bitches be fucking me Now can ya dig it, just work it baby In association with dirty Crusty asses I cat her, the biddy batter, when I get madder Makes the blood out my bleeding ulcer splatter from my bladder Pregnant bitch you get kicked in the belly So fuck all them hookers who had beef with Akinyele Check the studio its the rocking real Big rip the twat I rip your cunts out with spoons R to the A Big rip the twat I rip your cunts out with spoons R to the A Big rip the twat I rip your cunts out with spoons R to the A Big rip the twat I rip your cunts out with spoons R to the A Uh uh check it out, uh uh check it out Uh uh what what Uh uh check it out, uh uh check it out Uh uh what what

In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby Dont think cause I rap and get pie all the time I wont grip the .9 and put one up in your spine I stop you from walking Shoot you in the mouth and stop you from talking That box youll get tossed in Dressed up neatly for fucking with a B.G S been Ready to Die like B.I.G. first CD Told you I was coming, you niggas didnt believe me Knock down the door to this game so easy How could you niggas? They call NYPD M.A.F.I.A.s the realest gang, you see on T.V We beat you down, stab you up Gun you down, my niggas dont give a fuck The only time I work out is when I lift the H Have my bullets come in sets, 2, 4, 6, and 8s 10, 12, 14s, 16 in the clip Empty it out and send a nigga deep when it sicks In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby I need some light prince, athlete, smashin apollonian Took a bad bitch to see a math and Smithsonian Back when Bobby Brown ran around Tenderoniing I was O.T. with more kis than custodians Wonder how could Pac felt when the last shot was thrown at em Me escape jail, itd be another rebel home again Bang with the youngings in the polly with the older men Viewers upstate you get your face all broken in Go through it with the brakes, in any state, youll be loccin in Sell your lil weed, OZs, youll be broke again Got a gall of water and today I got the dope again You and your squad starve hard like Ethiopians Might strip this hard, foreign cars they be rollin in Got a pack of crack, tried to get the block sewd again Fuck your yes-mans, fake fans, and your phony friends Your boys come off lock? Got a shotgun to show em, then In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby Imagine young fools coppin the 5th Without taking a sip Son of a gun, she aint raise no bitch Tell the world to kiss ass, I dont take no shit Make sure you finish the pack, I gotta make mine flip See, when Nino see cake like this Cause the cake I mix Will have you broke and singing Days Like This Im in the 745, rims 8 by 6 Now every girl in the town wan taste my dick Chocolate hoes, two poles, it taste like Twix Nigga with cancer and AIDs said, I aint that sick Then that young kid from Patterson savage in every track he gets Spit crack, turn it to coke, then back to crack again You fucking with a beast, dog, you more like Shrek Young Kuna spit the crack that make you fall like Dog Pound, bitch, dont make me call my jets Call me Rasheed Wallace the way I pull that TEC In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby

Its Iggy Iggs! Kick in the door, wavin the four fizzy They already know they cant fuck with Iggy Trues cost more than the rent do, you know that All black on when I come through, its Kodak Mirror, mirror on the wall Is Iggy the ziggy-iggy the baddest of em all? Why you come through, shut down the mall? All that ass deserve an applause Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want This is bout that time, this is, this is, bout that switch! This is bout that time you recognise that Im that bitch! This is all that sauce, this is, this is all that switch! This is all that sauce your momma said you couldnt Uh! This is bout that time This is bout that time Switch! This is bout that time This is, this bout that time Switch! Me and my boo on a worldwide hustle You know what it is when I flex that muscle I dont even know what a real one do Talk that talk, I can back it up too Got yo dessert, call me the waiter Im flirtin, you get it later You could get it from the inside out No hands, you could put it in your mouth Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want This is bout that time, this is, this is, bout that switch! This is bout that time you recognise that Im that bitch! This is all that sauce, this is, this is all that switch! This is all that sauce your momma said you couldnt Uh! This is bout that time This is bout that time Switch! This is bout that time This is, this bout that time Switch! And Im still a mafuckin rockstar Popstar but I roll with the mobsters Yacht club on the shore eating lobster While Im stunting in Geneva with my top off This is bout that time This is bout that time Switch! Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that switch! This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Red light, yellow light, green light This is about the time you recognize Im that This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt Red light, yellow light, green light This is bout that time This is bout that time Switch! This is bout that time This is, this bout that time Switch! And Im still a mafuckin rockstar Popstar but I roll with the mobsters Yacht club on the shore eating lobster While Im stunting in Geneva with my top off This is bout that time This is bout that time Switch!

Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin kis, making crazy G’s Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue--take my loot, and Im bagging you, huh Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make em wet in they pantyhose Damn, a nigga’s style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out Thats a real nigga for ya Niggas! Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread want to riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried Thats a real nigga for ya Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Up north, bound first stop for the town Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Hahaha, yo Cheek, she like that shit, Cheek Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow The neighborhood gravedigger Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga I guess they figure Im paid, I want to get laid Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots Id rather beat my dick than trick And if she don’t suck, then we don’t fuck Id rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck Yes, flex after two or three Becks As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected? A fly guy? Well fuck it, I’m the high guy From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing And when Jake come, Im leaving Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit

Intro: Notorious B.I.G One, one two Check me out right here yall Verse One: Puff Daddy Yo, the sun dont shine forever But as long as its here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Dont make a ass outta yourself, by assumin Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that Im two levels above you baby Hug me baby, Ima make you love me baby Talkin crazy aint gonna get you nuthin but choked And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats Im a wing cause Im too smart for these cats While they makin up facts you rakin up plats Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G In a Commision, dont ask for permission to hit em He dont like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of ... ... they say my killins too blatant You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under the vest by the abdominal Hum a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And Im, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone Hold hands and say it like me The mo shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White Chorus: Busta Rhymes We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Verse Three: Puff Daddy Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, Ima get my stash on Theres a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said Id live it up til all the cash gone Aint that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your tape or CD The billboard killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel Been hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em You aint gotta like me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heatas n the two-seaters, with two midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P-Diddy run the city, show no pity Im the witty one, Franks the crook from the Brook Matty broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the kids, Peniro, sheek loops Black Rob joined the mob, it aint no replacin him Niggas step up, we just macin them Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business rise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, yall just betray men You screamin, I position, competition Nother day in the life of the Comission Chorus 2X w/ Puff talking Aiyyo, can you hear me out There? Aiyyo turn me up, nobody Can hear me out there Thats good, its all fucked Up now Yall know its all fucked Up now right? What the fuck yall gonna Do now? What Ima do now? Can yall hear me out there? Can yall hear me out there? Fuck yall niggas wanna do Its all fucked up now What Ima do now, huh? What Ima do now Its all fucked up now

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggas Theres no way out, it seems I cant get free Somebody tell me whats happening to me The country bud got me chokin Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra shit Dont you know that a killing is thrilling All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing A born gangsta my daddy was a thug Had a .38 wit the hollow point slug So when he lit shots Niggas dropped, quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tried to squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes Payin dues, while kids was on their ones and twos Now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the Mac 11 swingin from my shoulder Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain Im livin in a house of pain Is anybody listenin and tell me can you can see this darkness surrounding me Now its gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and its gettin hard to breathe Visions gettin blurry, Im gettin worried cause its gettin hard to see When your livin in the house of pain The motherfuckin dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga Before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin motherfuckers out the blocks and I aint even go Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame? From doin flicks to bustin tricks out the fuckin frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got em duckin from my smokin Glock And bustin niggas asses is to stay alive Skinny ass playa watchin bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how Im livin, Im a hustler Buckin busters til they die Now its on in the ghetto you aint heard? Niggas got they AKs headin for the burbs Aimin at them skin headed bitches let it rain Givin em a wet, welcome to the house of pain I dont know how long I can deal with this Big, Pac! Yeah.... My mama always use to tell me I should say what I feel And never sell out to the biz, I aint got time to kill So Im always making moves, always on to the next Hip-Hop is a test, if I dont pass, I got nothing left Nowadays, niggas claimin that they straight out the hood Some of em real about it, most of em is just some little goodie goods Who should demolish em? The nigga in the blue hoodie should Straight outta Davis all the way to P.V. and Wynnewood These niggas talk alot, but when they see me, they scary These hoes wanna smash and marry, this pain is too much for a young nigga to carry Still flying that blue flag, but I aint bangin 97 lost a small soldier, and now its steady rainin Guess thats how it is, but, nigga, we just kids Thinkin that we gotta do everything our pops did Pac, I still got my head up, Big, Im still spittin game Yeah, my life is good, but Im still in the house of pain

Check it out, check it out Aight, all the true players here Yall throw your hands up, yall know how we do it Check it out, uh Turn the mics up Turn the mics up, uh Check it out, uh, check it To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin Moët is where youll find me The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crews behind me Mad question askin, blunt passin Music blastin, but I just cant quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true-to-heart players Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree I love it when you call me Big Poppa Uh, uh Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa Ladies To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist Please dont shoot up the place! ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having what? what? baby, baby Uh, straight up, honey, really Im askin Most of these fellas think they be mackin, but they be actin Who they attractin with that line Whats your name? Whats your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind And ask you what your interests are, who you be with Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon be here for a while? Im gon go call my crew, you go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 At 3 oclock, Lil Cease pull the truck up the parking lot Roll a blunt, because he likes to spark a lot Steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welchs grape Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon do What we came to do, aint that right, boo? Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, baby I love it when you call me Big Poppa Where ya at? Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa Uh To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist Please dont shoot up the place! ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having my baby, baby, uh How you living, Biggie Smalls? In mansions and Benzes Givin ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: forget a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a fella knows A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However, living better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BMs, Im the man, girlfriend Yeah, honey, check it— Tell your friends to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit, we can do this every weekend, aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah… keep bangin Yeah, yeah, yeah I love it when they call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honies getting money Playing fellas like dummies, uh, uh I love it when you call me Big Poppa If you got a gun up in your waist Please dont shoot up the place! ‘Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be having baby, baby Yeah yeah, check it out Nine-five, what? Money L, Little Caesar, Biggie Smalls Represent—baby, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who shot ya? Who shot ya?

grab your dick if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? What are you a idiot? Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1s Got mad guns up in the cabin Cause Cease ain’t the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G’wan grit ya teeth, gwan bite ya nails to the cuticles Like Murray, my killings be the most beautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. cliquе thick like Luke dancers Niggas grab your gats, bitchеs take a glance at The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover Playin Big Willie style with the chauffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find grab your dick if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday grab your dick if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday Im surrounded by criminals Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals Smokin skunk and mad Phillies Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses If robbery’s a class, bet I pass it Shit get drastic, I’m buryin ya bastards Big Poppa never softenin’ Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offering Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covet the wife, Kleenex for the kids tears Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches She whippin my ride, countin’ my ones, thinkin Im richest Just the way players play, all day everyday I dont know what else to say Ive been robbin niggas since Run and them was singin Here We Go Snatchin ropes at the Roxy, homeboy, you didnt know? My flow, detrimental to your health Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun My minds my nine, my pens my MAC-10 My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be? grab your dick if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday grab your dick if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Acs, watch my niggas backs Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs No question, confession, yes its the lyrical Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, exclude subliminals Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals I kick the rilli with my peeps all day 325s roll by with the windows down halfway D-K-N-Y, oh my, Im jiggy Its all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme Cause they all in line screamin one more time Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up grab your dick if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday grab your dick if you love hip-hop rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday Watching my back from left to right, got the semi gripped tight Gardens of evil, its the devils vision, were smoking, theres a light Who can I trust? My minds engulfs my lust So I pack gats and watch set ups, what the fuck? You thought shit was sweet, bitch? Wet that ass up like shit falling in toilets Plans and plots, I spoiled it, on some hard boiled shit A kiss that you took for the cowards Ima forfeit Niggas wanna run up, get done up, 3 shots to the stomach Creeping like TLC sweating me cause I be doing stickups Light shit up like Christmas Win battles like it was fixed I lived on in 96 My styles too crazy to understand Feds cant apprehend Klep raps, number one top felon Felonys the specialty, all the currencies Acrobatic kilos, peep the steelo Rows and rows of diamonds, Im smiling Buck wilding, restaraunt white, Its playing violins Bitches sucking Moet off my dick Living lives of famous and rich artistic Italian links Ive been getting loot since my duck duck goose days The coupes the proof crime pays, lucrative ways as a bastard Flabbergasted, my lifestyles filled with madness Klep stay attracting money, a magnet

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Intro: Aye, My names Ezko And im a strong hearted extraordinary everyday nigga Im a Sheen Muh fucka Yeah Verse 1: I figured id take it back to the pen and pad And write these lyrics and raise some spirits and make some mad And tell you how my life was crashin Cuz of my passion Imagine us moving from an apartment to a mansion I have a dream And I wont sleep till I make it happen Wont cheat And wont weep In one week Id be the main attraction Your brains relaxing My brains in action with great reactions I feel like Joseph How I beat mics to make these Jacksons I started rapping when niggas didnt think it was cool Back of the school Smoking weed, flashing the jewels Actin a fool Yelling M.O.B Now im honest when im on it I vomit I O.D Never been the type to see the hype I take some shit and make it nice Never been Hesitant to trigger my element Niggas is hating Niggas is feminine Precedent evidence, lyrics benevolent Hatin on me though im just truly eminent Hatin my raps and the manner im telling it Lyrics as dope as the manner im selling it Hook: Notorious BIG Sample Verse 2: Im behind my bars till I die Like the judge gave me life nigga Thats right nigga Imma always paint the right picture The right mixture to write verses that people quote Evil jokes Thats me describing the shit that people wrote Ya bars soap You drop em and get fucked Never been a dancer but I guarantee I get Bucks A plus Thank us, otherwise I know you mad as shit Homer when I rap, I take the microphone and strangle it Its nonstop They sucking niggas like bomb pops Sleeping on me When your alarm clock is a bomb drop I spit raps They drop rhymes a little bit I drop bombs that make Hiroshima feel like a little bitch So pass the torch while I wait for Yoda to pass the force I passed the course Married to the game homie im passed divorce I hear em now Screaming in the crowd saying wow Ezkos bout to kill it He gon make us proud And when the deeds done My name will forever remain Ever to reign Part of your brain Man my life will not be the same Hook On the microphone I make my art I heard that was the place to start Get in the studio make a new movie yo Have em all listen im laying my heart I take em apart N figure out wat makes em tick Makes em think That all their favorite rappers are major sick You got a better chance of beating the wheel of fortune Than in my recordings Cuz I blew the mind of the headless horseman So get to recording On the track im the black Jeff Gordon Im Michael Jordan getting stoned like I fuck with gorgons I feel like Norman Bates pick a place While I start the chase Pick up ya pace Or else youll have to pick up ya face N thats my message to rappers that think theyre competition Imma listen Then attack you on All your compositions And my position missionary Take you all to church I never had a visionary that could really do some work For what its worth Im worth more than youve ever seen I father you bastards then deny you like you Billie jean Fin

Fred Ahh Pro and Dot What Up The state The state we in I mean it used to be better We used to be friendly competition bar for bar Everybody pushing their pen Much different now I dont Know? I this close to blowing up My sixteen bars is killer Im diverse Or do search? knowing how my pen work They said Im a breath of fresh air Im like ten certs I buy they cd Im skimming through the inserts The lack of skill man I been hurt Rappers dont want to admit to my face that my work is wet So to ride my wave the surf the net Its disgusting not for nothing Me Prez always had these type of discussions I mature I spit sick and the cure died in March and September and February remember? I still listen to their music Im still learning its different things I could use Thats why I rhyme the same To make sure yall aint die in vain I think about Big this what he died for I think about Pac this what he died for I think about Pun this what he died for The hunger in my eyes so this is what Im ride for I think about Big this what he died for I think about Pac this what he died for I think about Pun this what he died for The hunger in my eyes so this is what Im ride for 2Pac You know I feel as thou Im cheated Because instead of me fulfilling my prophecy,I have to start one Instead of me doing a good job and carrying on an empire I have to build one Biggie Most niggas they feel like well you see what biggies You know he has the hat the kangoo and this and you have to be like that But if you dont really want to be like that you dont have to be like that You know what Im saying I vision that suburban Every March 9 is kind of disturbing Im rhymer whos wording is urgent Flow live well never be a Tie like detergent On the block BM think of Pacs BM Thinking of them gunshots damn whyd it have to be him Thats why I spit it street and I spit it A-ccapella cause Puns heart missed a beat If we dont push it with the pen than fuck it, I just feel like we doing them an injustice I get it Thats word to my grandmother treat everyday like Im part of making the band brother You see they fear what they dont understand, so they hear my metaphors but they dont understand Dem punch lines is gonna make them remember me cause Im going hard in your memory GODSON!

As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed— Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It’s on nigga—fuck all that bickerin’ beef I can hear sweat tricklin’ down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thunderin’, shakin’ the concrete Then the shit stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school, new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn, like “Disco Inferno” Burn slow like blunts with yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato The lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with B.I.G., it ain’t safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know that cash rules Everything around me, two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I’m Crooklyn’s finest You rewind this, Bad Boy’s behind this Everything around me, two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I’m Crooklyn’s finest You rewind this, Bad Boy’s behind this As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm You’ll die slow but calm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need I seen the light excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cocksucker G’s up One false move, get Swiss cheesed up Clip to TEC, respect I demand it Slip and break the 11th Commandment Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I’m the don Come here, come here Open your fucking mouth, open your Didn’t I tell you dont fuck with me? Huh, didn’t I tell you not to fuck with me? Look at you now, huh? Can’t talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? Bitch-ass nigga, what? Look at you now, huh? Can’t talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? Bitch-ass nigga, what? What? Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm You’ll die slow but calm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys

Yo Kim, you think Larce gon die? The fuck you mean? No, he aint gon die, what the fuck you mean he gon die? Thats my baby, my baby gon make it, boo, my baby gon make it Yo, Im tellin you this shit straight up, man That nigga took 6 shots, man Dont too many niggas get up from that shit, man But I know whoever did it, man, they aint gon be that happy Heres the situation : Larce got shot, now he facin Heaven or hell, but he living to tell Who fucking did it , I got my crimey down wit it Just as grimy as me, slimy as me, check it I got a long list of names and addresses Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses She gon be the first one to ride in a Hearse, son Worse come to worst, Ill kill his sister I know hell miss her They just a family, other half of me Them niggas scared of me I hope they prepared to be Shot at, hit up with baseball bats Thrown in the back of the Ac with a trunk full of rats Drive to Brooklyn and back Take him to the pier Way up in the back where the bums sleep at Look him in the eye, You wanna die, dont ya? If you could change everything you did, you would, wont ya? But you cant, cause my brother cant breathe Watching him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave All I wanna do is kill your crew Your grand moms might get wet on the church-house steps The beef is set, whatever, show you the meaning of pressure Killing faggot niggas like yall for pleasure You cant measure, the pain thats inside, homicide You can run but you cant hide When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence Everybody on the stoop getting bent White Chalk Yo son, aint that them niggas right there? Yeah, thats the motherfuckers right there You sure? Hell yeah Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly You know me, I flip niggas tryna hold me Called the hospital lobby, the doctor said hell probably Die, G, arms taped up with IVs Heard he got blast and the shit surprised me Larceny on his back, that some shit I cant see But I can see me putting putting you on T.V Nigga, you and your crew, Channel 22 news Walkin with cement shoes, stepping on seashells In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon tell? Who the fuck you gon see that can outlast me? Outlast me, staminas nasty When I shot your brother, Trife put slugs in your mother She was fucking her lover, he blew their brains on the cover If he die, nigga, take the .9 off the shelf, cause you done Nigga might as well buck yourself Car doors closing, trench coats open Tommy gun start smoking I leave you on a cold street, chokin On your own blood, fuck the joking, I aint kidding MAC spitting, niggas gettin hit, backflippin wounded Tryna plea, breaking off full speed Niggas jumping gates, screaming, Vec, it wasnt me I see the fear as I stare through these Cartier lenses You 10 yards ahead jumping fences Breathing mad hard, begging God for forgiveness But he aint hearing you, so Ima end this, fatality, finished Death is calling, Ruger hit you 5 times while you was falling White chalk started drawing Yo, yo come here motherfucker No Vec, man, it wasnt me, man! Nigga, shut the fuck up Yo, motherfucker you believe in God? What? Yeah, man, I believe in God You got til 3 to make peace with your God 1, 2, 3 Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk Its gonna be a lot of white chalk

R.I.P. Big We some niggas thats gonna make you proud of this game Smell me? Jones, Capo Cash Money, Santana Dipset, Lil Weezy Lets ride, Lets ride Cause real Gs know the feeling Its hard body, no remorse for the killing Cause real Gs know the feeling Its hard body, no remorse for the killing Mad trees and bitches in dungarees The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees I love that summer breeze, Ill stand in it til it freeze Im from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall Im mean, Im mad raw, Im coming like fastball Steee-rike, yup, so get it right Nigga, one of my snipletsll end your whole life You aint nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife And a fork, Im a pig myself, I eat pork So be smart and play your own part If you dont love yourself, Ill make you see your own heart And we dont like the narcs, stay away from the cell Hey, Imma shoot it out if Im facing the L Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich Weezy Baby, nigga, nine to five, ten to six All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? Its showdown time, throwdown time Safety off, four pound time Clack clack, go get yours, Ill go get mine Check it man, Im with whatever Goodness gracious, the paper Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Ill blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me You got nothing on a nigga like me, youll see Im on the grind from sun up to sun down If Im lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now Ill turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred Keep it coming til Im full on my stomach Im stuck in my ways, Im stuck puffing my haze Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays Im stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga Trying to get rid of the life, alright? All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece One in the chamber, the safety is off, released Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage Doing your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material, for the imperial Mic gripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drop with you .45 Glocks and Tecs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I dont fuck up my sheets My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G Im ready to die, and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl Im ready to die All night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever and I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever, I aint going out without a fight Im with whatever, itd be your life before my life At night, I cant sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?

Артист Да, я артист All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse Когда-то грянул гром в июльском небе Выжму самый сок из того, что понял на самом деле Сейчас чую себя новым на сто процентов Будто бы однажды утром я проснулся в новом теле Остаюсь самим собой - вот это жизнь Наши люди за спиной - вот это жизнь Музыка внутри меня - вот это жизнь Вот это жизнь, вот это жизнь Пока мы бороздим просторы разных трасс Обведи печальный рэп своих кумиров белым мелом Я солидарен с тем, чтоб стал свободным Kass Резво разношу ящик Пандоры вместе с первым Lом Каким бы не был мой настрой Я прилечу в твой город и поджарю сцену словно тостер На все вопросы я припас ответ простой Люблю и охраняю свой музон как Уитни Кевин Костнер Всего лишь пару лет назад мой первый тейп Отправился в регату с петербургской верфи Теперь пати по всей России кличут брат А телки достают свои айфоны чтобы сделать селфи Снова разорву шаблон - вот это жизнь Наши люди за спиной - вот это жизнь Остаюсь самим собой - вот это жизнь Вот это жизнь, вот это жизнь Л. Орел свалил с гнезда в 2005 Я так бежал быстро в Москву, сверкали пятки Весь город здесь в огнях, сюда я без оглядки Вот это жизнь подумал я и расчехлил палатку Прошли года я разменял тридцатку По всей России разбирают песни на цитаты Мне строят козни за спиной эти супостаты Пускай работают бесплатно, а мне пиздато Остаюсь самим собой - вот это жизнь За моей спиной семья - вот это жизнь Музыка внутри меня - вот это жизнь Вот это жизнь, вот это жизнь Старики брюзжат мой рэп уже не торт Молодежь их отодвинула на арьергард Я Баттон Бенджамин, старик наоборот И мы с Hash Tagом возглавляем русский авангард Я по уши влюблен в свое дело Пока другие спят - я продолжаю мутить Это не 99 франков Бегбедера Микрофон в правой руке я выбираю жизнь Остаюсь самим собой - вот это жизнь Мои люди меня ждут - вот это жизнь Музыка внутри меня - вот это жизнь Вот это жизнь, вот это жизнь All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse

Somebody said Kanye the best producer out Chicago Lets go! Who am I? Thats right! I went from niggas laughing to going platinum, nigga

? It was all a dream Was is all a dream?  Was is all a dream? Was is all a dream? Was is all a dream? It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock til my tape popped Smokin weed in Bambú, sippin on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match It was all a dream Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski Im blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, its Dream Aaliyah had a , Left Eye had a And if you dont know, now you know It was all a dream It was all a dream It was all a dream It was all a dream It was all a dr...

Sittin On Chrome 1996 CD 1: 1.DJ Screw & Slick Rick - Twisted 2.Richie Rich - Something About The West Coast 3.Da Brat - Just A Little Bit 4.Suave House - Peace Of Mind 5.Shaquille ONeal & Notorious BIG - Cant Stop The Rain 6.Dogg Pound - She Was Just A Groupie 7.2Pac - White Mans World 8.Ice Cube - Irresistible Bitch CD 2: 1.Old School - Giving You My Love 2.Tela - Tired Of Ballin 3.B-Legit & 2Pac - Niggas Then Change 4.Twista - Money Flow 5.Suave House - Hoes In The Club 6.Yo-Yo & E-40 - I Wanna Thank You 7.2Pac - Time Goes By 8.Genesis - Its Gonna Get Better

Verse 1 Often off a couple things Dont hear my phone less it double rings I hit the steerin wheel tilll my skin peel Leave my knuckles pink Ill wash it when Im home And leave a bloody sink Yeah, yeah, momma why Im freakin Ever since a youngn Been quick to jump in the deep end Tried to let the water rise and wash away the feelings But now Im thinkin it aint leavin So I just Refrain Relax and take notes Relax and take notes of the marijuana sm- Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smokes Relax and take notes Relax and take notes Relax and take notes Relax and take notes of the marijuana sm- Piano Bridge I think youve gone mad And you cant go back Youre going insane Verse 2 Yeah I hit you wit the rico No its no cheat code T bag like pekoe Hot as puerto rico Me and mamacita She suck it like mosquito I aint trynna leave home Workin on my opera Until I hit the c notes Lobster by the pound But Id prefer the kilo, haha Nana lookin at her niño Knew he had it in him since pequeño Yeah, I walk the rooftop ledge Pray over my city With my rooftop pledge Like, I wont ever lose my head No, I wont ever lose my head I walk the rooftop ledge Pray over the city With my rooftop pledge Like, I wont ever lose my head Said I wont ever lose my head Refrain Relax and take notes Relax and take notes of the marijuana sm- Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the marijuana smokes Relax and take notes Relax and take notes Relax and take notes Relax and take notes of the marijuana sm-

Uh, uh-huh, yeah Uh, uh-huh, yeah Uh Its all about the Benjamins Its all about the Benjamins Yeah Now, what yall wanna do? Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dippin in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah, livin the raw deal Three course meals: spaghetti, fettuccine, and vеal But still, everythings real in thе field And what you cant have now, leave in your will But dont knock me for tryin to bury Seven zeroes over in Rio de Janeir-y Aint nobodys hero, but I wanna be heard On your Hot 9-7 every day, thats my word Swimmin in women with they own condominiums Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums Its all about the Benjamins, what I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts Five carats on my hands with the cuts In somethin European chromed out with the clutch, what I wanna hold figures, fuck bein a broke nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a broke Viga Im with Mo sippers, watched by gold diggers Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles Enormous cream, forest green Benz Jeep For my team so while you sleep Ima scheme We see through, thats why nobody never gon believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews Dont let the melody intrigue you, cause I leave you Im only here for that green paper with the eagle Im strictly tryin to cop those colossal-sized Picassos And have papi flip coke outside Delgados Tienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And a Latin chick transportin in her chocha Stampedin over, pop Mos, never sober Flexin Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota Avoidin NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to bone her But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants Trickin and takin me skiin at the Aspens, ugh Gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac coupe thats dark brown Pinky-ringin, gondolas with the man singin Italian music down the river with your chick clingin To my bizzalls, player, you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPauls Come on, come on, uh-huh Its all about the Benjamins, hey Its all about the Benjamins, hey Its all about the Benjamins, hey Its all about the Benjamins Yeah Now, what yall wanna do? Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers Who be dippin in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Uh, uh, what the bloodclaat Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh? Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family Dressed in all black like The Omen Have your friends singin, This is for my homie And you know me from makin niggas so sick Floss in my 6, with the lex on the wrist If its murder, you know she wrote it German Ruger for yo ass, bitch, deep throat it Know you wanna feel the womb cause its platinum-coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, player-hatin from the sideline Get your own shit — why you ridin mine? Im a Goodfella kinda lady Stash .380s in Mercedes — Puffy, hold me down, baby Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do Pull the trigger too, fuck you I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill, the ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin me In my asshole, undercover, Donnie Brasco Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl My West Coast shorty push the chrome 740 Rockin Redman and Naughty — oh, where my kitty cat? Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at And Im livin that whole life, we push weight Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State Listen close, its Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til Im empty, dont tempt me Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what? What, what, what, what, what Its all about the Benjamins, hey Its all about the Benjamins, hey Its all about the Benjamins, hey Its all about the Benjamins, hey What yall wanna do? Its all about the Benjamins, hey Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers Its all about the Benjamins, hey Who be dippin in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus, what

Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy I was a terror since the public school era I was a terror since the public school era Uh Uh Uh

Letra de 3 Bricks We run the city Todays agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggas brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, heres 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes, like True Lies, kill em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your moms gas tank Lets get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn em with dirty 380s Then they come to kill our babies, thats all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear them all out Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy The seven digits push me, fuckin real, heres the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech Think about it now thats damn near one-point-five I kill em all Ill be set for life Frank pay attention These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades If you die they still get paid, extra probably Fuck a robbery, Im the boss Promise you wont rob em I promise But of course you know I had my fingers crossed Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggas got to die, cause its all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid ... if I go they got to go Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggas got to die, cause its all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag Had the pillow cuffed, lookin at me and Frank, her grill was rough Who woulda ever think shed rather do us up But thats the business, back to the sitch On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols Doin sign language is twitchin noses Ask em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi? We can do this all day, yo yall both whack They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo You gon talk or see your brains on the floor Thats when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blastin yo All I heard was Frank, Lexi get the raw! Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggas got to die, cause its all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid ... if I go they got to go Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float Niggas got to die, cause its all up in the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot Up early in the mornin, kick the door in, wave the 4 an the brawlin, cause Tony for the stallin And all I see is dollar signs, heres the bottom line either Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9 Invest figures to address Workin out, all I curl is my index finger Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers My work is move trays, serve em up like gourmet dinners When it comes to cuttin that , who got the best trimmers Edward Scissorhands them grams, respect winners I got them big spenders comin through, hourly Competition, we knock em out the box, powerfully Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga Uh-huh Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man I dont know what it is but we gon go in there handle this business man Straight up, yknahmean? Its goin down... Lets go handle this man...

Give me that beat Q Its a 2K jack move Tecca Ninna lyrical gat too Blast the whack past it pack When I rap backwards ?????????? If thats cool Say hello to the Tech N9ne The next with the best rhyme If you test mine Next time Thats mine But this is how we greet ya Crops do We got that reefer Puffing out the spout without a doubt Chill up in the party without a bout The most cloud no need to pout Its out We gotta shout Biggie Smalls the illest, the realest We love you thats what its about Psycho like Paris Trout when we dips out Flips out, groupie hoes I dismount At my shows they get a discount The fools hate Tech N9ne and the Rouge Dogs Straight jackin 2K Do you really want to party with these 50 hoes? Hell motherfucking yeah Do you really want that money from these nigga rows? Hell motherfucking yeah And even if youre down with my crew Ill jack them too Yukky Yuk numby numb whats up? Got some yancs lined up ready to kcuf And all faded Ready to get related the orgy was catered By the Midwest side team For you claiming me regime? Funky like my dungs on my tongue come try some Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung? And if so Grip yo Pistol Get low And ready to bust but right about now Lets feel something from Puff All these freestylers around me trying to Riff a Raff Fuck where the niggas at Where the strippers at? All I want to say is that they dont give a damn about us Cause they trip when us Dont bust tips nigga Boss dogs in the house yall Come and party with the Ninna make the motherfucking house fall Well break in your crib than skate Jacking any player hater for a break Straight jackin 2K Got a nine in my pocket and im ready to bust Hella women and my records be like platinum plus 2Pac the punks duck when you struck Much love to my outlaw niggas bringing the rup whats up? Everybody tripping off me and my frame of mind Wonder if im a psycho peeping the way we dine Futuristical, lyrical, flippable design Right up in my rhyme Me Tecca N9ne Higher the crime Jacking niggas with hella beat in the summertime Wait imma about im up in the grind Here come a crime In the industry About Missouris gonna climb When I find imma shine in my time leaving bustas behind like that!

Mumbling and whispering is what I hear When B.I.G. appear on the scene Niggas get scared No, I’m not the stick up man I don’t want the rings on your hand I don’t understand When I come through the avenue I must know voodoo Because all eyes are on you know who And my so-called friends Beg for ends for me to lend But this bank roll they won’t spend I don’t need ‘em Let the welfare feed’ em When they come to “What’s up?” The peace sign is how I greet ‘еm Sometimes they won’t gеt that Sweatin me for some chit chat Bite my lyric like a Kit-Kat Open your eyes and realize Ain’t no sugar in my tank Out of all my friends, there’s just one I wanna thank My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great That good things come to those that wait And we waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A Train That’s why I flip Keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib You know she got to strip Stayed dipped Take out of state trips Don’t drink a lot of Hennessy I only take a sip I’ma Skippa Like a captain Rapping is my specialty and the best is me So the rest could see B.I.G. don’t need no practice I’m like a sharpshooter, shoot the needle off a cactus Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit I completely defeat the weak Even the strong don’t last long Cause’ I’m Brooklyn born, baby bro I’m not a paper gangster of no sort I do smoke Newports When I get stressed, I grab my vest Put an MC to the test, quick Especially if he talk slick About who he clipped and he whipped I trip up competition Name a cross who stepped to the big boss You know of course they took a loss Stepping to Big And the Hitman 50 Grand Like slipping in quicksand You need a hand, my man Damn, tried to give you the warning sign When I said, “Chill,” I wasn’t saying LL’s rhyme I was telling ya, not to tear up Cause’ he will rip up I’m telling ya not to erupt Cuz he’s just as corrupt as a DJ should be 50 Grand, and I’m the B.I.G In full effect .

Uh Its Iggy Iggs! What you want Look, look Kick in the door, wavin the four fizzy They already know they cant mess with Iggy Trues cost more than the rent do, you know that All black on when I come through, its Kodak Mirror, mirror on the wall Is Iggy the ziggy-iggy the baddest of em all? Why you come through, shut down the mall? All that ass deserve an applause Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that chick This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Switch! Switch! Switch! Switch! Red light, yellow light, switch! Me and my boo on a worldwide hustle You know what it is when I flex that muscle I dont even know what a real one do Talk that talk, I can back it up too Got yo dessert, call me the waiter Im flirtin, you get it later You could get it from the inside out No hands, you could put it in your mouth Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that chick This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Switch! Switch! Switch! Switch! Red light, yellow light, switch! Switch! Switch it up, the Lamb, the Bentley truck He dont love you, that ring aint big enough If they talkin that money Im showing up My account getting bigger, its growing up And Im still a mafuckin rockstar Popstar but I roll with the mobsters Yacht club on the shore eating lobster While Im stunting in Geneva with my top off Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that chick This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is about the time you recognize Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Switch! Switch! Switch! Switch! Red light, yellow light, switch! Switch!

The motherfuckin dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin motherfuckers out the box, I aint even go! Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame? From doin flicks to bustin tricks out the fuckin frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got em duckin from my smokin Glock And bustin niggas asses is to stay alive Skinny ass player watchin bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how Im livin, Im a hustler Buckin busters til they die Now its on in the ghetto you aint heard? Niggas got they AKs headin for the burbs Aimin at them skin headed bitches let it rain Givin em a wet welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain , house of pain , house of pain Welcome to the house of pain Huh, the country bud got me chokin Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra shit Dont you know that a killing is thrilling All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing A born gangsta my daddy was a thug Had a .38 wit the hollow point slug So when he licked shots Niggas dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tried to squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes Payin dues, while kids was on their ones and twos Now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin from my shoulder Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain Im livin in a house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain , house of pain , house of pain Welcome to the house of pain Yeah, yeah, check it Niggas talking about doing this and doing that Fuckin mouth bigger than the fattest bitchs asscrack Add and subtract on minus faggots Quickly bring the violence to maggots Ill silence you bastards and then I Embarrass and disrespect niggas, shameful Cut the convo short and keep the beating painful Finger hugging a trigger like a pussy Im fingerin Shots to you till I see them teardrops tricklin You fuckin with a grown man and you aint half-grown Or half-known, you faggot, Ill shoot you all in your calf bone What you get in it for? Ill have you niggas sitting down Front and walk with a bop, Ill make you niggas limp around In case you didnt know, Im still a hungry rich nigga Chop faggots to pieces and eat a little bitch nigga Dogs not appropriate for women and children I spit your pieces out and hang them on the side of a building Yeah, tie you up and make one of my bitches doodoo on you With your FUBU on you, like I was performing voodoo on you Heat rock while you just watch a nigga heat drop Streets stop while Im talking, and push you through a sheet rock A whole lot of iron and cocked a lot of hammers While I give you morals and principles, teaching niggas manners Oh yeah, yall niggas know whats up? You know my name? Well I initiate you motherfuckers in the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain , house of pain , house of pain Welcome to the house of pain

Ah Shiny Dice Biggie Smalls Machine Gun Funk Yeah So you wanna be hardcore with your hat to the back Talking about the gats in your raps But I cant feel that hardcore appeal that youre screaming Maybe Im dreaming This aint Christopher Williams, still some MCs got to feel one, caps I got to peel some To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who, says me the lyrical Niggas saying, Biggie off the street, its a miracle! Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas acting shifty Sticks and stones break bones but the gatll kill you quicker Especially when Im drunk off the liquor Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Glab l9lawi ara mic baghi rapi Ana w zak hna ye ye yeaah ana w sahbi Keep so calm safi bda hnaya laghwat Hadi dead zone safi chatat chattat Dice machi rapper dice big hero Kif ntla9 beef line ga3 lbarach ytiro Nayda 7waya hna li matsibha fel brazzers Tatsawer m3a l7did f7ala andek million dollars TaTrapi m3a l9hab 3chiri ghadi nchofek loubia L9wada fog l beat tat7ayed manek l phobia Dice is a rockstar 3andek ntaya dayef Ghatsma3 ga3 l9wada, fel movita w sayef Keep it real ga3 rwapa wellaw fake Sma3na l big pun machi frenchy wla drake YBayan lia fel oldy na3taref bih a hbibo Bal7a9 7asel fel bac w ba9i tikafat man jibo Hahaaa pow I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk

Hi, my name is Tyana Wallace, and I wanna thank all my dad’s fans and friends Yes, he was a Notorious B.I.G., but to me, he was just my dad I love him and I miss him a lot

And if you dont know, now you know, nigga Im flaming gats, aiming at, these... Maniacs put my name in rap So part the game is that like it hustle backwards I smoke blackwoods and dutchies you cant touch me Try to rush me, slugs go touchy touchy You bleeding lovely with your spirit above me Or beneath me

Legs spread, good head, I dont give a fuck no Spitting, dripping, no emission swallow by the truckload Yuck, like oh my god, whos that hoe? Im the one your boy is fucking, thought you should know When I come through, lock your boyfriend down I got a hurting for a squirting and Ill fuck your whole town Pull it back, crack the whip a little bit Then hold it, dip it, rub it, suck it, blow it, love it Babe, Im bout to blow it Yo, you know just how to rock it Tie you down, go through your pockets Take your wallet and your phone Find yo girls number and then call it Tell her never call you anymore He just says that youre a whore Gotta cuff you to the bed and then Im out the fucking door I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the papers I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the papers I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the papers I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the papers

Im built for it nigga, yo straight check me out nigga Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon They coming for me, my time is money, no Audemar See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce If yall aint shaking or stacking than yall already lost Already cross the light, Christ Im ready for em Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger Pain, pain, pain Can you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow I get it done and the game y’all Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball Never been a player-hater I just aint playing with yall You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Now, ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still ballin, ridin on these niggas ‘cause they lame In a 61 Chevy, still heavy in this game Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, Im a thug nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if its on, nigga, then we first to bomb, bust On these bitch-made niggas, hit em up Westside! Aint nobody loved me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back I get my currency in stacks, California is where Im at Ridin, passed by while these niggas wondered why I got shot but didnt die, let em see whos next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a nigga still ballin til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin Sort of like Mike at the United Center Madison Square, Boston Garden I straight ignite on niggas Lil nigga your raps ain’t no fire, that shit’ll collapse so don’t try I scribble and scratch down in my pad that no lie That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck I’m pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts For em took away in cuffs I’d rather lay up in the dust Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain’t enough Twist it up Life is a blunt and the world is my ash tray I got them quarters and them halves just meet me like halfway And I need a hundred percent of my profit aint fucking with half pay Aint taking no shorts or losses bitch we aint fronting no tag day As I can recollect, praying to God this dope’ll stretch Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just aint find me yet I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Since its on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tucson, push the black Yukon Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up Thats when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats Heres a criminal, nigga made Americas Most Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat The nigga got bagged with the toast Weeded, took it to trial, beat it Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it Nothing to lose tattooed around his gun wounds Everything to gain embedded in his brain And me? I feel the same—for this money, you dying Especially if my daughter crying, I aint lying Yall know the science Picture me being scared Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps Wed like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign Scottie once said it gets better with time Eastside, Long Beach, but this LA County on minds Yeah, this is the sign of the times One of a kind, and this might blow your mind This aint no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo Standin on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard Left em burnin on my aunties front yard Dont disrespect or disregard Shout out to the whole motherfuckin Crip card Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock You turn on the wrong street and you will get got Move through the city like fee-fi-fo Creep slow in a four, motherfuck 5-0 Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side Fake ass ballers who we talkin to Lying on records bout what you do The shit yall doin is played out and through To come with that shit we come after you Its the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling Top billin, make a million Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati Now they got me on Hard Copy didnt have to shoot Versace Yet you still wanna watch me Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and a day Hopin that we can reunite N.W.A All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, more murders Shit can just turn into the circus Standin over the carcass You look like the kind of nigga thatd press charges We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude To the niggas that started this shit Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit Fire up the la let’s go take a ride They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side When you forge a weapon, you need three things: The right metal, temperatures over fourteen hundred degrees, and someone who wants to kill Here in jungle village, we got all three

All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From staying in my business, what is this, relentless Approach to know if Im broke or not Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Dont mean I dont tote the Glock 16 shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfucking meet again Im doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the ave, Im real hard to find now Cause Im knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits Ill make you prove that its bulletproof Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick The funk, baby So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy: the place where my head rests 50-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfucking helicopter Thats why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina Whats love got to do? When Im ripping all through your whole crew Strapped like Bamboo but I dont sling guns I got bags of funk and its selling by the tons Niggas want to know how I live the mack life Making money, smoking mics like crack pipes Its type simple and plain to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The funk, baby

Here comes a brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Im kicking new flava in ya ear Just like- Uniblab, robotic kicking flab My flavor bidder badder chitter-chatter Madder than the Mad Hatter I bet you my shit come out phatter Got the data to turn your body into anti-matter And just like a piece of Sizzlean Youll fit inside my stomach with the eggs and grits between The king is what I mean , I mean My man get a cup and put some change inside your hand Now, hold up Lets make it official MCs need tissue My issue And I bet you might go off like a missile No more of your whinin on the charts climbin As I make the funk be kicking out more harder than a diamond If you didnt know who played that You better pay attention when we say that You wont be round next year Raps too severe, kickin new flava in ya ear Here comes a brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Im kicking new flava in ya ear Mikes a brand new flava, flava Dudes be gettin mad I get more butt than ashtrays Forget the fair ones, I get mine the fast way Ski mask way, leavin ransom notes Far from handsome, but you know a brother tote More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots Invisible bully like The Gooch Disappear, vamoose, youre wack to me Take your saxophone back to the factory I see the gimmicks, the wack lyrics Its depressing, pathetic , please forget it Youre mad that my style youre admiring Dont be mad, UPS is hiring You know you shoulda been a cop, forget bebop With that sax playin, youre bound to get shot Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot, pack the sax a lot My Phillys bout to drop Here comes a brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Im kicking new flava in ya ear Hey ho Hey ho Hey ho Hey ho

Without you, baby
I feel worthless
Im living on the edge Crying in the Natural shower Baby I feel like sleeping for the whole hour Hot water pouring on me Wishing I can go to bed and be sleep Crying in the Natural shower And I wish I had the power to get out of bed I’m just this sad and hormonal mess Baby I just might be depressed I’m crying in the Natural shower I can’t feel 100% love Tears so clear and life ain’t right I know for sure This life of mine ain’t pure I can tell you Yes I can tell you That Ain’t no wrong from right But baby boy this ain’t this the time Boy just so thick and juicy La Di Da Di These boys hoes is on me The notorious B.I.G And lil kim Went to taping tip to getting limp Ready to die Life after death You can really tell this great mans depressed As he said I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit 2pac a bitch Is he dead And biggie made his head red Biggie smalls Was a lost soul Fucking an R&B bitch Lil kim and me fucking an R&B dick x

Fortnite, Battle Royale Es un gran juego donde tu eres un noob Más sin en cambio, juego ocho horas diarias Para poder obtener la Victoria Royal Pasan los meses, dejo de ser un noob Paso a volverme un pro, todo cambia en mí Mi puntería mejora, mis construcciones mejoran Todo lo que hago es volverme muy genial Guapo, poderoso, asombroso Muy hermoso, soy precioso, armonioso Un buen socio, misterioso, buena gente Detergente, muy majete, inteligente Nada ojete, irreverente, un exponente Muy perfecto el lo que soy Algo así, nada en el mundo me volverá un noob Ya que yo soy perfecto No tengo algún defecto Tal vez tu pronto me puedas alcanzar Todos los días, juego al Battle Royale Diariamente para no ser un noob Todo lo que hago es sacrificar mi vida Para poder ser el mejor en el Fortnite Bello, muy amable, es aceptable Inalcanzable, razonable, incuestionable Inquebrantable, agradable, impresionante Alucinante, atacante, desafiante Al flanquearte y fulminarte Porque soy todo un pro Es lo que soy -Super solo de guitarra: v- Guapo, poderoso, asombroso Muy hermoso, soy precioso, armonioso Un buen socio, misterioso, buena gente Detergente, muy majete, inteligente Nada ojete, irreverente, un exponente Muy perfecto es lo que Bello, muy amable, es aceptable Inalcanzable, razonable, incuestionable Inquebrantable, agradable, impresionante Alucinante, atacante, desafiante Al flanquearte y fulminarte Porque soy todo un pro Es lo que soy Es lo que soy Es lo que soy Es lo que soy

Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Kick in the door, wavin the four fizzy They already know they cant fuck with Iggy Trues cost more than the rent do, you know that All black on when I come through, its Kodak Mirror, mirror on the wall Is Iggy the ziggy-iggy the baddest of em all? Why you come through, shut down the mall? All that ass deserve an applause Change it up, change it up now Switch it up, switch it up now Here we go, here we go Uh, its Iggy bitches What you want? What you want, want, want? Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Switch it up, the Lamb, the Bentley truck He dont love you, that ring aint big enough If they talkin that money Im showing up My account getting bigger, its growing up And Im still a mafuckin rockstar Popstar but I roll with the mobsters Yacht club on the shore eating lobster While Im stunting in Geneva with my top off Red light, yellow light, green light This is bout that time you recognize that Im that This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt Red light, yellow light, green light, switch!

Uh, what? Thats right, Bad Boy Don’t go, dont go, dont go I love you so One more chance Biggie, give me one more chance One more chance Biggie, give me 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 Garbagе, I turn like doorknobs Heartthrob nevеr, 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 creep me in they teepee As I lay down laws like I lay carpet 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 hells stopping ya I’m clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya Once ya grin, I’m 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 you’ll be home real late and sing the break, uh Baby, here I am All I need is one more chance I can help you find yourself Cause you don’t need nobody else Shes sick of that song on how its so long Thought he worked his until I handled my biz There I is, major pain like Damon Wayans Low-down dirty, even, like his brother Keenan Schemin, dont leave your girl round me True playa 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? One more chance Biggie give me one more chance One more chance Biggie give me one more chance 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 wristwear with diamonds in em The finest women I love with a passion Your mans a wimp, I give that a good thrashin High fashion, flying into all states Sexing me while your man 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 One more chance Biggie give me one more chance One more chance Biggie give me one more chance All I need is one more chance One more chance I can help you find yourself Cause you dont need nobody else

Your reign on the top was short, like Leprechauns As I crush so called Willies, Thugs & Rapper Dons Get in that ass quick, fast, like Ramadan Its that rap phenomenon Doo doo, doo doo do Doo doo do doo Doo doo dooo doo do, doo doo doo doo do doo doo doo doo doo! grunt I make it hot Nigga touch me you better bust me In the head Or motherfuckers dead Irritating like the hiccups Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches Its the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfucking rap phenomenon Bravo! Ah, it was great! Well, it wasnt bad It could have been a lot better. It was pretty terrible It was awful! Take em away! Boo!

Check it How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways You must have been heaven sent to me Cause I never knew love like this You know you make me feel So good inside and boy, its a feeling I just cant hide And the words cant express my gratitude For each and every little thing you do, oh yeah I want you to understand, youre all the man That I love and I know that I need and I want and more Baby lеt me count the ways You know youre so vеry special to me My my my my baby, Ill never let you go When Im with you I feel so free I could count from one up to ninety nine and still believe Although sometimes now, baby, we disagree There aint never or will ever be another love for me, oh yeah And I want you to know, I appreciate All the things that you do when you do what you do for me Oh yeah babe, darling, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways When the la-la hits the temple, Puff rocks the instrumental Its simple when lyrics hit the mental Around the world and back in 7 whole days Youre breathing easier when the lyrics are displayed Top notch, Biggie got it locked No question Remix president, landslide election Critics are in a seize, they say, Damn, what is this? B.I.G. be rockin with the flyest honies in the business How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways Let me tell you one, two, I love you, three, four, so much more Five, six, I cant get enough, get enough of this Seven let me show you my love and take you to heaven Eight, nine, ten, let the love over and over and over And over and over and over again How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways How many ways, I love you, let me count the ways Puff Daddy, Big Chuck, my man Rashad I see you noddin Rock on B.I.G Keep playing College park K Outcast

Uh Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters I might just hold it and sell weight Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate Nigga Ima gangsta, Im the word to define great Yous a old-timer, you a hustler design late Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate? My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate Did a couple years in the pen, I dont sign state A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway Im always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti Ya boy on the grind like its Friday to Friday A nigga like me cherish days like Im Sade No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play Now Ima boss, Ima do this shit my way So nigga what you want? It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga Lets get it on, nigga, lets get it on nigga Lets get it on, nigga, lets get it on nigga, uh It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga Lets get it on, nigga, lets get it on nigga Lets get it on, nigga, lets get it on nigga, uh Yo, yo I got that work that the Africans stepped on, the pope blessed on The 2 for 5s, the whole hood slept on Dont kept growin toes, never got stepped on Nowadays, nigga recognized Im a real don Since Big passed, is when the fame and the thrills gone Left 3 mill on the block, and Im still on Niggas see my face when the reals on I do the stealin, but I never get stoled on My life is like Cash Money bitch when I roll on And anytime I lay wit a bitch is wit no clothes on Its hard doin right, cuz all my life I did so wrong Pissed, I popped shit like Monica, Im so gone After fame comes success, now that my teams strong Nowadays, I dont need a shoulder to lean on Just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on And any gun I pack got its infrared beam on So nigga what you want? It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga Lets get it on, nigga, lets get it on nigga Lets get it on, nigga, lets get it on nigga, uh It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga Lets get it on, nigga, lets get it on nigga Lets get it on, nigga, lets get it on nigga, uh Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you Bloodll spill too, did I say thank you I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines see what I see I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips Flipping coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II Im inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes I get up in that ass every time Lyrically Im untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz, ask your friends whos the illest Licking shots, niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga It dont stop, it dont stop, watch the hit nigga Junior M.A.F.I.A., representing Buck-Town MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie birng Lets get it on nigga, lets get it on nigga, uh

When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking to tell What dont make sense: going to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white? I like black Timbs and black hoodies Yall probably have me on some real strict shit No sleeping all day, no gettin my dick licked Hanging with the goodie-goodies, lounging in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna toke guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion She dont even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My baby brothers eight months, my little sisters two Whos to blame for both of them? I swear that all I wanna do just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit and squeeze Until the beds completely red Im glad Im dead, I work this fucking Buddahead The stress is building up, I cant-, I cant believe suicides on my fucking mind I wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me And nah, you wouldnt understand You see, its kinda like the crack did the pookie, and New Jack Except when I cross over, there aint no coming back Shit, I die on the train track like Waymo and People at the funeral, frontin like they miss me My baby mama kiss me, but she glad Im gone She know me and her sister had somethin goin on I reached my peak, I cant speak Call one in the cheek, tell em that my will is weak Im sick of niggas lying, Im sick of bitches hawking Matter fact, Im sick of talking

AY YOU A NASTY GIRL NASTY GIRL AY YOU A NASTY GIRL NASTY GIRL NASTY GIRL

Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers Hail Mary full of grace. smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face Off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? Im out like, The Vapors Whos the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia; beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia She dont remember shit! Just the two hits! Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits! Sucking on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms aint ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was Humpin Around and Jump-in Around Jacked her then I asked her whos the man; she said, B-I-G Then I bust in her E-Y-E Non fotti con me io vengo dal queens La gente cha paura vesto blu sono un crips Io amo chi mi odia Io si farò la storia Tu in cerca di una gioia Io sono la mia gioia Hai sentito il nuovo pezzo mi dici come spacca Scrivete il mio nome bello grande sulla carta Perchè io sono il dittatore curatore dottore Di questa italia che fallisce in continuazione Si! Io non ascolto la gente perchè maggiorparte Si sa che ti mente Si! Io ragiono con la mia mente Tu invece segui la massa sei solo un demente Si! Ci dici siamo degli scemi Si! Ossessionato dai soldi Ti faccio crollare come han fatto con le torri Sono il dittatore dello stato il guaritore Io si sono modesto ma chiamami dottore I ragazzini con la sigaretta in bocca Non sapranno mai che cosa gli tocca Ma una regola ci vuole parli male di me e voli dritto in prigione Non ti va giù la questione Ma ti ridicolizzo dentro a una canzone

Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think niggas is tryin to kill me Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel See, niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches Im tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Im trapped in the storm and fuck the world til Im gone Bitches be warned: word is bond, youll get torn Im bustin on Giuliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong And then its on, before I leave, picture me Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it This thug life nigga, we dont cater to you hoes Fuck with me and have a hundred motherfuckers at yo do with 44s Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga! Thug Life! In the sanctuary, I just banged a jezzy Ive got her coming back like Makaveli She wanna stay the night, I wanna lay the pipe Late at night, big dick shes got stage fright Next day she was limping, scrimping Plush restaurants, weve got the shrimp in Theyre acting like theyve never seen a Paki pimping, stinking Connect dont speak, hes just blinking Cocaine I was sprinkling Pimp that bitch out until shes wrinkling Looking for a pie to put my finger in, mingling When I was in pen I could hear the keys jingling, tingling Smoking on Mimosa, just ate a samosa, I tell her come closer This fast ting aint fitting in the holster, no Sir, sticky like a poster Weve got mob ties like La Cosa Nostra, hit you with the toaster Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the pearly gates Fuck Him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talkin bout some praise the Lord shit Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her Id probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean With the fifth by the Gabardine What you expected from his next of kin Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, Ron G, stop the break I be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G Ill Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter With more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber While yall be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that Im in Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin My lifestyle is far out Every week, bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out Uh, cause I keep cream, Im large on the street scene Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream Yeah, yeah; Big L, Harlems finest, yeah That nigga who hold it down for Uptown Hahahaha, this how we do it out here On this underground real shit nigga, its the heat nigga Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you cant help it Deadly combination bwoy

To be honest with yall, I really fucks wit that movie. Its not the best movie ever but its aight, Gravy was nice on there and Ms. Bassett was really good. Now, I see that movie getting a lotta hate by too many people, dont know why, cuz I dont see anything wrong with it. Why do some hate on that?

No-torious + Spit your game, talk your shit! Grab your gat! Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat! Spit you game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your click Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call you click Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I gotsta light one Pass that weed, I gotsta light one Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your click Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your click Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Amred and dangerous, aint too many can bang wit us Straight up weed, no angel dust - label us Notorious Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its stange to us Yall niggas be scramblin, gamblin Up in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win - tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this gamell do to you Been in this shit sincе ninety-two Look at all the bullshit I been through So-called beef with you-know-who Fuckеd a few female stars or two Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike Shit - Not to be fucked wit; Motherfuckers better duck quick Me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your click Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your click Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Ladies and gentlemen! Twista! + Makin money, livin marvelous, In God we trust Dont too many niggas wanna star wit us Got big guns in the car wit us Bust at any motherfucker actin hard wit us They really wanna show you what a G I be Id rater be sippin Remy in V.I.P We can hear the music and itll be by me Twista wit the legendary nigga, B.I.G Brooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow You know its gon reign wit persistence Two legends on the same track Two different planes of existence Lets get it crackin, I love to bust flows Hit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago Calicos bumpin, I love to bust dough You think you could spit on the mic Like you Bigge and flow just as stead as I? Shit is real, you know you love em Youu aint got ready to die Life After Death give it to you However you want it nigga! Got The Day After - give it to you However you want it nigga! Cause the shitll get deep So I carry big heat Screamin Come and get me Twista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat Free mills, I love to make one All these cars, I love to ride one All these hoes, I love to cut one A tribute to Big, I love to bust one Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your click Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas, I got to fight one All them hoes, I got to like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha you gonna do - fight or run? + In the middle of the hour niggas bring More drama then they baby mamas Nigga wanna battle? Well, Ill bomb ya - One man But attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta Niggas always ready for the war But they really dont wanna see a nigga though We can do em in a minute, then we finish wit em Hit em wit the feelin of a nigga wit a suck ass flow Doin it wit Swizz - Oh No! You niggas in sone tro-ou-ble Somebody better call po-po Its gonna be murder when I get to swevin em verbally {yeah!} Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter Killa nigga - word to me! And Im classic, like Bird & Magic Wit a tactic to snatch it Strap back and stack some platinum Double on the mag random Wit the bullets I brand em Finna hold the game ransom Runnin up in your mansion Catch the man and blas them cannons Niggas aint ready for this one cause Im on a mission to get even, better believe it Im heavily heated, its easy to see me If you want to see me, let that be the reason 2006! Come On! Bad Boys! Come On! Bad Boys! Come On! + Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me Im a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G Come to me if you lookin for that raw shit of the corner If you ask about who run the South, Im somethin like the owner Somethin like one of the rawess niggas ever to touch the mic Diddy stayin mad at me, Im gettin high and missin the fight At the hotel wit a couple of banks, gettin right Gettin lit, gettin full of that light green sticky shit + Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho MJGs at the back do, infared is aimin at yo - head Make a move and you dead! Tryin to prove you ain scared Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash Dont run out, never never, keep it sweatin, make it last Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! + You just heard the sounds of Twista! 8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony! B.I.G. Theres only one crown, man!

Uh Diamonds Are a Girls Best Friend But for a stoner Niggas like me I Smoke weed On the weekends Like SZA as a side chick And crying On my dick Cause the dick To good Dick makes the world go round And every one with claps can sound I am good, but not an angel I do sin But I am not the devil. I Am just a Small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love Oh let’s smoke a blunt Marylin MonDope I am not interested in money I just want to be wonderful Fear is stupid. So are regrets Spend the night with me I’ll never forget We smoked weed and had sex I’m Marylin MonDope Our love is a secret I’ll call you john f kennedy Me and you smoke 4 blunts and 9 Pipes How high can you already be Got my green lighter Uh Black and white movies We laugh As cheech and Chong Smoke on a dobbie Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight If its alright with you, we fucking Déjà vu, the blunts sparked, finger fucking in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Mad question askin, blunt passin Music blastin, but I just cant quit Let me spit my rhymes While I touch you’re thighs With you’re blonde hair and cute face boy Man I should just call you Troye Now Im sixteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team I’d rather be smoking weed Hit the blunt Let me fuck Uh R.I.P The mad MC stoner The Notorious B.I.G x

We in this motherfucker for real Know what Im saying? Check it, check it Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga I pack gats, best to back up off me Get that ass open like a body part melting I make up and I break, make a snake stab a snake I rock techniques, yall freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit When I get ill, my skills simply amazing A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills Sinking deep up in your bed, then yall bring all 2 of them Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know? Them niggas from the ghetto, no, they dont be bullshitting 1993, we coming harder Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga Ayo, here yee, have you heard of me, 93 Take a look-sie, you dont even know me Well, I flip that shit like them racist niggas up in California See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that Fuck that, having that Yo, Im on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine I may burn your priest yo My nigga West is kinda Schizo, Im psycho Leave us alone, we can hold our own Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond I be wettin niggas mortuaries up, they wouldnt know it When the funeral, burial Im coming strapped Its that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back Im the gat Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga Yes, love, I love your fuckin attitude When a nigga play pussy, thats the nigga thats gettin screwed And bruised up from the pistol whippin Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin Then Im dippin up the block and Im robbin bitches, too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldnt give a fuck if youre pregnant Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant, huh Im slammin niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When its time to eat a meal, I rob and steal Mom duke aint givin me shit So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous Crazier than a bag of fuckin angel dust When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up Big up, big up, its a stick up, nigga

Nick Wiz ft. Red Hot Lover Tone ft. The Notorious B.I.G., Prince Po, and M.O.P. - “4 My Peeps ” For all my Motherfucking niggas, word to Herb, we get stupider Running mad circles ‘round your crew like Jupiter Oops, I mean Saturn. Rappers sadden ‘cause I’m Mad in the pad, and suckers wish they had and I’m bagging the bitches grabbing, my pockets fatten Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin So what you gonna do when I come through Your town with mad niggas who love being locked down? Facing convictions, throwing conniptions I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians Step to this mic, you’re a goner ‘Cause Red Hot Lover’s Right On! like Cynthia Horner I better warn ya: you’ll get your ass kicked, I’m blasted Acid? I drop it like a clumsy black bastard I’m getting figures from my rap diggers Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out Your dreadlocks. Who got the props? Biggie Who got the Glock? Biggie. But who is he? You can’t get my description, you need a prescription Two doses of the ferocious Feel the weight when I’m crushing ‘em, bumrushing ‘em Stuffing ‘em, I put the pressure on em, hon Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He’s just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu Look what I’ve been through: the Brooklyn streets. The obese Thug nigga from the East, the black nine Hard to find motherfucker. After the rhyme Press rewind, motherfucker. Strictly for my niggas I nod my head ‘cause the flavor hovers over Universal Soldier of Hip Hop, somebody should have told ya 40 Projects, Southside Jamaica, Queens. Please don’t Sleep. I walk the unforbidden where most emcees won’t Check it: if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect It’s hectic, I’m like antiseptic on record Disinfectant show-wrecker, sound-seizing your sector, local Areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca I’m known. Prince organizing with the Red Hot Lover and the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another Planet called Brooklyn. Hey, good looking! Do you like your hot chocolate After dark? Uh! I’m scared to get you hooked in You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type Representing my niggas rocking, rocking the mic right Hardcore, M.O.P. type shit Peace to my other half and my niggas doing bids I used to start more shit Than high school bullies, I was doing my thing Since my nigga Boom Bang used to steal cars from police I break niggas up like referees, put ‘em on point Back out my joint and making ‘em move like refugees Lil’ Fame’s rep is Brooklyn-bound. Still, niggas That fuck around’ll catch a beatdown from Brownsville I’m going all-out the western way. Old-school Or new-school, I’ll beat your ass like it’s freshmen’s day For y’all wannabe emcees F-A-G’s You gon’ fuck around and make that nigga Bill squeeze I’m representing for all mines with nines Hardcore’s in town, my niggas that get down A Hill figure on a trigger The Crooklyn sounds that pounds and break through. Stopped Puffing the lye, still sipping the brew So I’ll be on cruise when you snooze, and then you lose It’s Lil’ Fame, motherfucker , we bring you Pain, motherfucker ‘Cause I’m rugged, no gimmick, and I’m taking rappers out like Uptown niggas be doing bitches on 125th and Lennox I represent M.O.P. Niggas that act stuck-up? They get stuck up or even fucked the fuck up Peace to Tone. Yo, pass that blunt, hit this Liquor. This is for my niggas Yo, hold me down, Fame Danze with the truck shit, that I-don’t-give-a-fuck shit I’m hitting niggas where it hurt, I do work so you niggas hit the dirt The M.O.P., we’ve been busting Owls for days Taking ‘em through a phase, going out in a blaze I’m out jail, still holding my steel Bow! Wargames representing this build Brownsville for my niggas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you Bloodll spill too, did I say thank you I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines see what I see I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips Flipping coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II Im inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes I get up in that ass every time Lyrically Im untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz Ask your friends whos the illest Licking shots, niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us It dont stop, it dont stop Watch the hit, nigga It dont stop, it dont stop Watch the hit, nigga Junior M.A.F.I.A, representing Bucktown Mac-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream Earrings, you know the drama, Biggie bring Lets get it on nigga Lets get it on nigga Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Next year all our troubles Will be out of sight

I hear voices Mmm, you just dont know what I do to you Yeah Now this be the big play double payback When I come through, I crack sacroiliacs Step to the mic, the girls cry like onions Cause they know Im bout to stomp their favorite rapper out like bunions In a procedure, from fades, braids, dreads, afros and caesars Im puttin rappers in seizures Verbal pack, I drops it freely like an almanac I gotta come outside with the nine and take my style back React like a soul who reflects in paragraph Roll up fat tracks with illy Philly skilliеs that I have To see a smile up on your face, I rig the bass and wreck the place Niggas know the case, Ill be on the paper chase Call my name and Ill come runnin, gunnin All yall bummin niggas will get done in Shit, I keeps it tight like KITT and Michael Knight Keith Murray and Total, yall, on the remix, word up In the middle of the day, babe I seem to think of only you Yeah Never thinking for a moment That youve been thinking of me too, yeah I cant wait for the day That we can be together I cant let you walk away Cant you see you and me Were meant to be, oh baby And theres nothing left to say Oh baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be, baby Oh baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be, baby Every time I see you I get this feeling, yeah Telling me you are the one Oh, what a feeling, hey I cant wait for the day That we can be together I cant let you walk away Cant you see you and me Were meant to be, oh baby And theres nothing left to say, hey Oh baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be, baby Oh baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be, baby Take me away, so far away Oh, what you do to me, oh, oh I wanna be alone together Somewhere just you and me Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah Oh baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be, baby Oh baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be, baby I like what you do, what youre doing to me Our love was meant to be Baby, our love was meant to be Baby, our love was meant to be