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+Juicy[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!)
+Yeah, this album is dedicated
+To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
+To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
+Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)
+And all the niggas in the struggle
+You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
+You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
+Now I'm 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
+I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
+Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good
+And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
+[Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy]
+You know very well (Yeah)
+Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes)
+Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha)
+Reach for the stars (It's all good)
+You had a goal (C'mon)
+But not that many (It's all good)
+'Cause you're the only one
+I'll give you good and plenty (Check it)
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I made the change from a common thief
+To up close and personal with Robin Leach
+And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
+Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
+The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me
+Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
+I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff
+I was too used to packing gats and stuff
+Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
+From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
+Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
+Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
+Living life without fear
+Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
+Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
+Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
+Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
+And it's still all good
+And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
+[Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy]
+You know very well (C'mon)
+Who you are (Bankrolls)
+Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes)
+Reach for the stars (Mansions)
+You had a goal
+But not that many (It's all good)
+'Cause you're the only one
+I'll give you good and plenty ('94)
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
+When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
+50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
+Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
+Phone bill about two G's flat
+No need to worry, my accountant handles that
+And my whole crew is loungin'
+Celebrating every day, no more public housin'
+Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
+Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back
+And she loves to show me off of course
+Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
+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
+Uh, damn right I like the life I live
+'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga)
+And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
+[Chorus: Total, The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+You know very well (Money)
+Who you are (Hoes and clothes)
+Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls)
+And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
+Reach for the stars (That's right)
+You had a goal (It's all good)
+But not that many (All good)
+'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent)
+I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon)
+And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
+
+[Post-Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
+Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
+Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch)
+
+[Chorus: Total]
+You know very well
+Who you are
+Don't let 'em hold you down
+Reach for the stars
+You had a goal
+But not that many
+'Cause you're the only one
+I'll give you good and plenty
+
+[Outro: Puff Daddy & Total]
+Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
+Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga
+Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
+It's all good
+That's right, '94
+And on and on, and on and on
+You know very well
+It's all good
+Who you are
+Yeah
+Don't let 'em hold you down
+Reach for the stars
+[Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Big Poppa[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah), uh
+Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (He-he)
+Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah
+Nine-fo' (Keep bangin')
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
+Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (Uh)
+Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis?
+The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me (What?)
+The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (Uh)
+Mad question askin', blunt passin'
+Music blastin', but I just can't quit
+Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (That's right)
+Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? (Uh)
+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 (Come on)
+No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes
+C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (Uh)
+Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3
+I got the chronic by the tree cuz (Let's go)
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
+'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (Uh), baby (Uh)
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Straight up, honey, really I'm askin'
+Most of these niggas think they be mackin', but they be actin'
+Who they attractin' with that line (What?), "What's your name? What's your sign?"
+Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (That's right)
+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? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew
+We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 (Come on)
+Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease (Uh-huh)
+Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt
+So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly (G)
+A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
+Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon' do
+What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (True)
+Forget the telly—we just go to the crib
+And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke Ls while you do me
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (Come on, yeah)
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh)
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
+'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh)
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+(How you livin', Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benzes
+Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous
+Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream (Heh)
+Still tote gats, strapped with infrared beams (That's right) (What?)
+Choppin' Os (Uh-huh), smokin' la in Optimos
+Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows (All a nigga knows)
+A foolish pleasure? Whatever
+I had to find the buried treasure (For what?), so grams I had to measure
+However, livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
+Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend
+
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
+Yeah, honey, check it
+Tell your friends to get with my friends
+And we can be friends
+Shit, we can do this every weekend (That's right), alright?
+Is that aight wit' you?
+Yeah, keep bangin'
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh)
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
+'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh)
+[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Check it out
+Nine-fo' shit for that ass, uh
+Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
+Represent, baby, baby, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Suicidal Thoughts[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+Hello?
+Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man?
+Oh, God damn
+Nigga, do you know what time it is?
+Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on?
+You aight?
+Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?
+
+[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
+'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell (What you talkin' 'bout, man?)
+It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
+Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man)
+God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
+No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
+Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
+Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)
+All my life I been considered as the worst
+Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah)
+Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
+I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
+She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga)
+Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
+I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
+Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B)
+My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
+Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you)
+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 (Nigga, what the fuck?)
+And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man)
+I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head
+The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man)
+Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave
+I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
+But nah, you wouldn't understand
+Nigga, talk to me please, man!
+You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
+Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out)
+Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? (I'ma call you when I get in the car)
+People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?)
+My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!)
+She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
+I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)
+Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga)
+I'm sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that), I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo)
+Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!)
+*Gunshot*
+Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big!
+[Outro]
+Please hang up and try your call again
+Please hang up— Is a recordingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hypnotize[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)]
+Uh, uh, (Uh, come on)
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)]
+Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
+Niggas don't think shit stink
+Pink gators, my Detroit players
+Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (That's right)
+Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night
+Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos
+Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
+Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (Come on, do it)
+Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
+Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (He, he)
+Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
+Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!)
+Bang every MC easily, busily
+Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (Nothin')
+So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (Come on)
+Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (Thank you)
+Packin', askin', "Who want it?", you got it, nigga, flaunt it
+That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
+
+[Chorus: Pamela Long]
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
+And I just love your flashy ways
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)
+And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh)
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (Ha)
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (Uh-huh)
+Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (That's right)
+All Philly hoes go with Moschino (Come on)
+Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi
+Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's 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
+That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
+At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads
+Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
+I'll still leave you on the pavement
+Condo paid for, no car payment (Uh-uh)
+At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
+"Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement"
+Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (Not Guilty)
+Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (Come on)
+
+[Chorus: Pamela Long]
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
+And I just love your flashy ways
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)
+And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh)
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
+Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (Come on)
+Wreck it, buy a new one
+Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run
+I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with
+Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice
+So, get with this nigga, it's easy (Uh-huh)
+Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me round ten
+Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (That's right)
+Come up to your job, hit you while you workin'
+For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin'
+Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo
+Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly (Slowly)
+Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi)
+Dick black like Toby (Toby)
+Watch me roam like Romey (Romey)
+Lucky they don't owe me
+Where the safe? Show me, homie (Say what, homie)
+
+[Chorus: Pamela Long]
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
+And I just love your flashy ways
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)
+And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh)
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
+And I just love your flashy ways
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
+And I just love your flashy ways
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (Hypnotize)
+And I just love your flashy ways (Uh-huh)
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
+Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
+Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
+And I just love your flashy ways
+Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Ten Crack Commandments[Chuck D]
+1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
+
+[Intro]
+It's the ten crack commandments, what?
+Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
+Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas
+Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas
+
+[Verse]
+I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal
+There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
+A step-by-step booklet for you to get
+Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
+Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know
+How much dough you hold 'cause you know
+The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
+If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
+Number two: never let 'em know your next move
+Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence?
+Take it from your highness (Uh huh)
+I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
+Number three: never trust nobody
+Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
+Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
+She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
+Number 4: I know you heard this before
+"Never get high on your own supply"
+Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at
+I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em "bounce!"
+Number 6: that goddamn credit? Dead it
+You think a crackhead paying you back, shit, forget it!
+7: this rule is so underrated
+Keep your family and business completely separated
+Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
+Find yourself in serious shit
+Number 8: never keep no weight on you
+Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
+Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me:
+If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police
+If niggas think you snitchin' they ain't tryna listen
+They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
+Number 10: a strong word called "consignment"
+Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
+If you ain't got the clientele, say "hell no!"
+'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow
+Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
+If not, 24 years on the wake up
+Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
+Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
+Your girl fucked my man Jake up
+Heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half a cake up
+Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
+Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh)
+[Outro]
+Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite
+
+[Premier Scratching]
+(1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8
+1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
+1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5
+1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
+10.......10)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Notorious Thugs[Intro: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]
+And Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
+(This a lake of fire right here)
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
+Notorious thugs
+Nothin' but them thugstas, nothin' but them thugsta thugstas
+Notorious thugs
+Nothin' but them thugstas, nothin' but them thugsta thugstas
+[Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Armed and dangerous
+Ain't too many can bang with us
+Straight up weed, no angel dust
+Label us notorious
+Thug-ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us
+Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
+Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
+We just sittin' here tryna win, try 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 game'll do to you
+Been in this shit since '92
+Look at all the bullshit I been through
+So-called beef with you-know-who
+Fucked a few female stars or two
+Then I blew like nigga move like Mike
+Shit, not to be fucked with
+Motherfucker better duck quick
+'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit
+Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
+No aspirations to quit the game
+Spit yo game, talk yo shit
+Grab yo gat, call yo clique
+Squeeze yo' 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
+What you gonna do: fight or run?
+Seems to me that you'll take B
+Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly
+I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
+"Cash Rule Everything Around Me"
+Shit, lyrically niggas can't see me
+Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
+Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it
+Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it
+Doesn't it seem odd to you?
+Big come through with mobs and crews
+Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes
+Who's the killer: me or you?
+[Break: Puff Daddy]
+We forgive you, for you know not what you do
+
+[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]
+7 A.M. woke in the morning
+With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine
+No-Doz so pop a couple of those
+Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean, make it gleam
+Deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally steamed
+With my instrumelody, and heated, especially for your team
+And a .45 indeed will beam
+In between the scenes, destroy your dreams
+You willin' to die? We'll see
+How many flee when I cause the scene?
+We mean mug, Mo' Thugs, trained to be perfect disciples
+When it's survival, tongue is a double-edged sword
+Triple six rivals spittin' fire
+This the real truth, bitch, breakin' out for lies
+My Messiah's better be ready for Armageddon, shit's expired
+It's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man
+Put in positions off in the Clair
+All that I had to do was stare
+Test me now, contender; never no surrender, no pretend
+Pick up my pen in my hand
+One of my trusted friend-friends
+Hey, open it, let's see if for real, we all suited
+Beg my pardon to Martin: baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin'
+In daily recruitin', there's a thug born everyday in the ghetto
+We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bible
+And a pen and a pad to hit the label—kick it, nigga!
+[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]
+Nigga roll with Bone up into the dank spot
+To the dome with a shot of burb
+Never get tossed to the curb
+Be feelin' that urge to splurge
+But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, give me that Mossberg swerve!
+Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
+To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off
+Get 'em hauled off, nigga, y'all loss
+Take it all off, got a nigga caught off
+But the Bone, not Leatherface
+Too many are thinkin' they thugs
+And little Mo Hart want to pull it and bust it
+And bitch, if you steppin', we buckin' them guns, that's fucked up
+Now let me get done with the grime
+Gotta go purchase a dime
+Put in a state to get done with the crime
+Smokin' the reefer to ease my mind
+Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
+But really we be servin' them dummies, see?
+Gotta buck him on down
+If he come back talkin' like, "Give me back me money!"
+Thuggin' with me killers
+Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit
+With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol
+Now who ready to get bent?
+Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves
+But I ain't had no dough
+Gotta make some money
+So I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke
+
+[Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
+
+[Verse 4: Layzie Bone]
+Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture
+Finna get ya and hit ya with magic
+Droppin' down lead but I call it my gadgets
+With an automatic status, we spray
+Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not
+There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
+So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight
+And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue
+Biggie, blue's on my ass
+Now I pull out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'?"
+Grab artillery, a nigga start packin'
+'Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin'
+And I did him, hit him right between the eyes
+The spot was wise; wanna test a nigga size, it'll cost him
+Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit
+Y'all get mo murdered all day, all day
+We done paved the way and I'm on the run
+I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
+Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with number one, one, one?
+Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
+Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
+Bloody red, red, rum
+
+[Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
+Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
+It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
+Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
+Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who Shot Ya?[Produced by Nashiem Myrick]
+
+[Intro: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+As we proceed to give you what you need (Uh)
+9-5, motherfuckers
+Get live, motherfuckers
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+9-5, motherfuckers
+Get live, motherfuckers (Now turn the mics up)
+As we proceed to give you what you need (Turn that mic up)
+(Yeah, that beat is knocking, I need that mic up, though)
+(Turn that shit the fuck up)
+East Coast, motherfuckers (Uh, what?)
+Bad Boy, motherfuckers (Turn it up louder, yeah, uh)
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+J.M., motherfuckers
+J.M., motherfuckers (Uh)
+9-5, motherfuckers (Uh)
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+Niggas know; 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 nines
+Any motherfucker whispering about mines (And I'm)
+And I'm Crooklyn's finest (Crooklyn's finest)
+You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this (Bad Boy's behind this)
+[Interlude: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+As we proceed to give you what you need (What?)
+9-5, motherfuckers (What?)
+Get live, motherfuckers
+As we proceed to give you what you need (What?)
+East Coast, motherfuckers
+Bad Boy, motherfuckers
+Get high, motherfuckers
+Get high, motherfuckers (Uh, uh)
+Smoke blunts, motherfuckers (Uh)
+Get high, motherfuckers (9-5, uh)
+Ready to die, motherfuckers (Uh)
+9-5, motherfuckers (Uh)
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
+You'll die slow but calm
+Recognize my face so there won't be no mistake
+So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
+Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
+Puff Daddy flips daily
+I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
+On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
+Hammer cock, in the fire position and—
+[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Come here, come here (It ain't gotta be like that, B.I.G.)
+Open your fucking mouth, open your—
+Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh?
+Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh?
+(Come on, man) Look at you now, huh? (Come on, man)
+Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
+Bitch-ass nigga, what?
+Who shot you?
+
+[Outro: Puffy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+To give you what you need
+9-5, motherfuckers
+Get live, motherfuckers
+Get high, motherfuckers (Who shot ya?)
+Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah!
+As we proceed (Who shot ya?)
+To give you what you need
+9-5, motherfuckers
+East Coast, motherfucker (Who shot ya?)
+West Coast, motherfuckers (Uh)
+West Coast, motherfuckers, hah!
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+As we proceed to give you what you need (As we proceed to give you what you need)
+Get live, motherfuckers
+Get live, motherfuckers (Get live, motherfuckers)
+9-5, motherfuckers (9-5, motherfuckers)
+Get money, motherfuckers
+As we proceed to give you what you need (As we proceed to give you what you need)
+Get live, motherfuckers (Get live, motherfuckers)
+9-5, motherfuckers
+J.M., motherfuckers
+J.M., motherfuckers
+As we proceed
+To give you what you need
+9-5EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems[Produced by Stevie J, Diddy, Nashiem Myrick and 6 July]
+
+[Verse 1: Ma$e]
+Now, who's hot, who not?
+Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores?
+You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop?
+Whose jewels got rocks?
+Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock?
+The same old pimp, Mase
+You know ain't nothing change but my limp
+Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
+Guarantee a million sales, call it love or luck
+You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up
+We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down
+Niggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now
+I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
+Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down
+Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
+Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie
+True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty
+And then you yell, "There go Mase!", there go your cutie
+
+[Chorus: Kelly Price]
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we see
+[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
+I'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y
+Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
+I call all the shots, rip all the spots
+Rock all the rocks, cop all the drops
+I know you thinking now, "When all the ballin' stops?"
+Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht
+Ten years from now we'll still be on top
+Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
+Now what you gon' do with a crew
+That got money much longer than yours
+And a team much stronger than yours?
+Violate me, this'll be your day, we don't play
+Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way
+‘Cause it ain't enough time here
+Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here
+Deal with many women but treat dimes fair
+And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
+Yea, yea, yea
+
+[Chorus: Kelly Price]
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we see
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we see
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
+B-I-G P-O-P-P-A
+No info for the DEA
+Federal agents mad ‘cause I'm flagrant
+Tap my cell and the phone in the basement
+My team supreme, stay clean
+Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
+Cat you see at all events bent
+Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders
+Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me
+Bruise too much, I lose too much
+Step on stage, the girls boo too much
+I guess it's ‘cause you run with lame dudes too much
+Me lose my touch? Never that!
+If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
+Where the true players at? Throw your Rolies in the sky
+Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high
+While I give your girl the eye, player, please
+Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin’
+Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O
+Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know
+I got the dough, got the flow down pizat
+Platinum plus like thizat
+Dangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat
+
+[Chorus: Kelly Price]
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we see
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we see
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we see
+[Break: Kelly Price]
+What's going on? (what's going on?)
+Somebody tell me (what's going on?)
+
+[Chorus: Kelly Price]
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we see
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we see
+I don't know what they want from me
+It's like the more money we come across
+The more problems we seeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gimme the Loot[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, motherfuckers better know
+Huh, huh (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Lock your windows, close your doors
+Biggie Smalls
+Huh, yeah
+(I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+
+[Verse 1]
+My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib
+Turned him self in, he had to do a bid
+A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
+I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
+Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight
+And I'm stressed
+Yo, Biggie let me get the vest
+No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat
+The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back
+Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (What?)
+Treat it like boxin', stick and move, stick and move
+Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
+I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships
+With the same clip and the same four-five
+Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die
+That's my word, nigga even try to bogard
+Have his mother singin', "It's so hard"
+Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude
+Because the nigga play pussy
+That's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
+And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
+Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
+Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too
+Up the herringbones and bamboos
+I wouldn't give a fuck if you're tnangerp
+Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant
+I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
+When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
+'Cause mom duke ain't givin' me shit
+So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
+Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
+Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust
+When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps
+I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
+[Interlude]
+When he's stickin' you and takin' all of your money
+
+[Chorus]
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up!
+And I'm shootin' niggas quick if ya hiccup
+Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece
+The opposite of peace, sendin' mom duke a wreath
+You're talkin' to the robbery expert
+Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt
+Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant
+'Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent
+Goodness gracious, the papers
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
+Nigga, pass that
+Before you get your grave dug from the main thug
+Three fifty-seven slug
+And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip
+One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip
+Motherfuckers better strip, (Yeah, nigga, peel!)
+Before you find out how blue steel feel
+From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in ya sweater
+The money-getter, motherfuckers don't know better
+Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
+I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
+Man, niggas come through, I'm takin' high school rings too
+Bitches get ********* for their earrings and bangles
+And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockers
+And if she's resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka
+So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed, too
+Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
+Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
+And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it
+[Interlude]
+Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money)
+
+[Chorus]
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)
+(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Man listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
+Ooh, money looks sweet
+Where at? In the Isuzu Jeep
+Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream
+And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream
+Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
+Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar
+Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back
+Hit her with the gat
+Yo, chill, shorty, let me do that
+Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
+The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot
+Oh shit, the cops
+Be cool, fool
+They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
+So why the fuck he keep looking?
+I guess to get his life tooken
+I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
+Oh shit, now he looking in my face
+You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase
+So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot
+A true motherfucker going out for the loot
+[Outro]
+Take that motherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dead Wrong[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]
+Bad Boy, baby
+Yeah, yeah
+Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
+B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000 again
+Yeah
+
+[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
+Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke
+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 don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
+The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors
+Who's the one you call Mr. Macho?
+The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho
+I got so much styles 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 don't 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 ain't 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 Jumpin' Around
+Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G,"
+Then I bust in her E-Y-E
+[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yo Big, you're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong
+Yo Big, you're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
+You're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
+You're dead wrong
+Yo Big, you're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
+You're dead wrong
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard
+Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
+Move over, Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh
+Leave you toothless, you'll kibitz, I'll flip it
+Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G's
+Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
+I'm shooting babies; no ifs, ands or maybes
+Hit mummy 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 don't get down like that
+Found your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom
+Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
+Who you think you're dealing with?
+Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it
+Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
+Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me
+I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
+The black demon got the little hookers screaming (Woo!)
+Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
+With no hair in between, know what I mean?
+[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (You're dead wrong)
+You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
+(This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby) You're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
+You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong who got it going on?
+(Ladies and gentlemen...) You're dead wrong
+
+[Verse 3: Eminem]
+There's several different levels to Devil worshiping
+Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
+Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
+But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit
+I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
+And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh
+I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket
+And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him
+He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
+I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
+My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
+I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
+Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor
+With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
+Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
+Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
+I'm dead wrong!
+[Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on? (You're dead wrong)
+You're dead wrong
+Yo Big, you're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
+You're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong (Uh-huh)
+Who got it going on? (Born Again, yeah)
+You're dead wrong
+Yo Big, you're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong (C'mon)
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong (C'mon)
+Yo Big, you're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong (*repeat to fade*)
+
+[Outro: Diddy]
+We won't stop, 'cause we can't stop
+
+[Produced by Chucky Thompson and Mario Winans]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Kick in the Door[Skit - Trevin Jones]
+Welcome back, we're here on Bad Boy Television, and I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad. We're gonna try to find out why, so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience. Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from
+Shay - Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle. and I just don't understand; why you so mad? Like, what are you so mad about?
+The Mad Rapper - Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why? Yo first of all, you can't be askin' me no question youknowhatI'msayin'? Who the fuck is you? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper) YouknowhatI'msayin? You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show)
+I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, youknowsayin? They drivin' around in hot cars, youknowsayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language). YouknowhatI'ms--? I'm still livin' with my Moms, youknowhatI'msayin? That's my word. YouknowI'ms--?
+I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made, this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album. I ain't made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records. That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aightYouknowI'msayin, that shit was aight, it was cool.  But my shit is J--more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit And they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin, "I recognize" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions, youknowhatI'msayin? Who is you?
+[Interlude: Martin Lawrence]
+I gots to talk
+I gotta tell what I feel
+I gotta talk about my life as I see it
+[Intro - The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Biggie
+This goes out to you
+This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
+This goes out to you
+This goes out to you
+This goes out to you, and you, and you
+[Verse 1]
+Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
+As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
+Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan
+It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa
+You got to call me Francis M.H
+White, intake light tokes, tote iron
+Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin'
+Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to
+Flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
+The most shady, (Tell Em!) Frankie baby
+Ain't no telling where
+I may be, may see me in D.C
+At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing
+Fucking something, you should know my steelo
+Went from ten Gs for blow to thirty Gs a show
+To orgies with hoes I never seen before
+So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'
+Penis before I squeeze and bust
+If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome
+And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get
+You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
+You still pedal shit, I got more rides than "Great Adventure"
+Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?")
+[Chorus]
+Kick in the door, waving the four-four
+All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
+Kick in the door, waving the four-four
+All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
+Kick in the door, waving the four-four
+All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
+Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh)
+All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
+
+[Verse 2]
+On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
+Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
+Should I start your breath or should I let you die
+In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically
+I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
+You cursed it, but rehearsed it
+I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get
+Stuck quickly for royalties and show money
+Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
+Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got
+Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
+Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
+Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
+Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
+Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
+I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma
+[Chorus]
+Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh)
+All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (uh, uh, uh)
+Kick in the door, waving the four-four
+All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
+Kick in the door, waving the four-four
+All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
+Kick in the door, waving the four-four
+All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
+
+[Verse 3]
+This goes out for those that choose to use
+Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
+Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
+Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
+Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88
+Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
+Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante
+You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
+Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings
+Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing
+It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit
+Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
+Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
+They light weight, fragili, my nine milli
+Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
+And you still recouping, stupid stupid stupid stupid...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Everyday Struggle[Chorus]
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
+Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
+People look at you like you's the user
+Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
+But they don't know about your stress-filled day
+Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
+That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
+And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit
+I remember I was just like you
+Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's
+'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G
+I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
+She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
+Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South
+Packed up my tools for my raw power move
+Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
+For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
+And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
+Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
+Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
+Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
+For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
+Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
+You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man
+[Chorus]
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
+With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
+They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs
+And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?"
+I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack
+In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash
+I wait for hon to make some quick cash
+I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed
+At last, I'm literally loungin', black
+Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks
+Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps
+Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeeps
+See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
+Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head
+Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
+We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
+Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
+By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
+And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
+I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
+Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
+Until then I looks out for the whole family
+A true G, that's me, blowin' like a bubble
+In the everyday struggle
+[Chorus]
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'm seein' body after body and our mayor Giuliani
+Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
+My daughter use a potty so she's older now
+Educated street knowledge, I'ma mold her now
+Trick a little dough buyin' young girls fringes
+Dealin' with the dope fiend binges, seein' syringes
+In the veins, hard to explain how I maintain
+The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
+Breakin' days on the set, no sweat
+Drunk off Moët, can't bag yet because it's still wet
+But when that dry, baggin' five at a time
+I can clock about nine on the check cashin' line
+I had the first and the third, rehearse, that's my word
+Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
+Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared
+Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC with air holes
+[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, motherfucker
+Hah, come on, what you say?
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+I don't wanna live no more
+Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
+I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
+Another day, another struggle (Right)
+
+[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Junior M.A.F.I.A. right
+Yeah, rock on, woo!
+Biggie Smalls, right
+Junior M.A.F.I.AEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Warning[Produced by Easy Mo Bee]
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop]
+Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning?
+Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'
+Wipe the cold out my eye
+See who's this pagin' me and why
+It's my nigga, Pop from the barbershop
+Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot
+Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor
+Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper
+Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
+That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?
+Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect
+Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect
+I didn't say them
+They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when
+When you was clockin' minor figures
+Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro
+And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
+So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you
+I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do
+
+[Chorus]
+Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
+Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
+Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
+Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop]
+They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
+With the Texas license plates out of state
+They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
+And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
+They even heard about the crib
+You bought your moms out in Florida, the Fifth Corridor
+Call the coroner!
+There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'
+If my burglar alarm starts ringin'
+What ya think all the guns is for?
+All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
+And I feed 'em gunpowder so they can devour
+The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals
+Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
+And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
+It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
+Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya
+Bet ya Biggie won't slip
+I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
+So I can rip through the ligaments
+Put the fuckers in a bad predicament
+Where all the foul niggas went
+Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
+Buck what I'ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck
+I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
+Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it
+Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
+So I can reload and explode on your asshole
+I fuck around and get hardcore
+C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga
+Feel the rough, scandalous
+The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
+I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew
+What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?
+I'm not runnin', nigga, I bust my gun and
+Hold on, I hear somebody comin'
+[Skit]
+C'mon, motherfucker
+Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can
+Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on
+Are we gettin' close, huh?
+It's right over here
+You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?
+Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on
+Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house
+Fuck, right here
+Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house
+Oh shit
+What? What's wrong?
+What's that red dot on your head, man?
+What red dot?
+Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
+Oh shit!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+One More Chance[Intro]
+All you hoes calling here for my daddy, get off his dick
+Like that, mommy?
+*Beep*
+Hi, daddy, how you doing? This is Tyiest
+I was thinking about you last night, mm
+You actin' like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all of that
+But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?
+*Beep*
+That shit is real fucked up what you did
+I hooked you up with my girl and shit
+You fucked her every time you see her
+You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying?
+And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you
+"Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?"
+*Beep*
+Yo, B.I.G., this is Quita
+Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie at the mall and I know you ain't fucking her
+You fucked with me last night
+That's my best friend and we don't get down like that
+*Beep*
+Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie
+I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour
+I don't know what's going on, motherfuckers trying to rob me
+You be disappearing and shit, I'm waiting in the cold
+What the fuck is going on?
+When you get in give me a fucking call, alright?
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the Thrilla in Manila
+Honeys call me "Bigga the Condom Filler"
+Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
+Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
+I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
+You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
+I get swift with the lyrical gift
+Hit you with a dick, make your kidney shift
+Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
+I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
+So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
+I wear thirteens, know what I mean?
+I'll fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick
+Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit (See shit)
+The next batter, here to shatter your bladder
+It doesn't matter, skinny or fat or light-skinned or black
+Baby, I drop these Boricua mamis screaming ¡Ay papi!
+I love it when they call me Big Poppa
+I only smoke blunts if they rolled proper
+Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow
+Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a four-four
+For niggas getting mad 'cause they bitch chose me
+A big black motherfucker with G, you see
+All I do is separate the game from the truth
+Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
+Getting physical like Olivia Newt
+Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
+So give me a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed
+I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed
+Even if your new man's a certified mack
+You'll get that H-Town in ya, you want that old thing back
+[Chorus: Total & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
+I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know?
+Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
+I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know?
+Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
+I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know?
+Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
+Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing me?
+She mad because what we had didn't last
+I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
+Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale
+The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins
+Another honey's in the crib? Please, send her in
+I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot
+Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking clits had to stop
+'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
+Peep the funk flow
+Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis
+You never seen this stroke of genius
+So take off your Timb boots and your body suit
+I mean the spandex and hit my man next
+Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster
+Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
+I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
+And if I'm caressing 'em I'm undressing 'em
+Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York?
+Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke
+Or Tattoo, I got you wrapped around my dick
+And when I nut I got to split
+Shit, backshots is my position
+I got you wishing for an intermission, fuck the kissin'
+Lickin' you down to your belly button, I ain't frontin'
+They don't call me big for nuttin' all of a sudden
+[Chorus: Total]
+Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
+Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
+Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
+Oh, Biggie, give me one more chanceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sky’s The Limit[Intro: Voletta Wallace]
+Baby, look at me, Mama love you
+And I know you ain't no little boy no more
+But you'll always be my baby
+It seems like only yesterday I was holding you in my arms
+Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
+I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
+All times at night with the cruel people
+Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble
+I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream
+Well, I want you to hold on to that dream, baby
+Hold on to it real tight, ‘cause the sky's the limit
+
+[Break: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
+How's everybody doing tonight?
+I'd like to welcome to the stage
+The lyrically acclaimed
+I like this young man, because when he came out
+He came out with the phrase
+He went from ashy to classy – I like that
+So everybody in the house
+Give a warm round of applause for The Notorious B.I.G
+The Notorious B.I.G
+Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for him y'all!
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uh, 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, I'm sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators
+You want to see the inside? I see you later
+Here comes the drama, oh
+That's 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 crew's your crew or they might be next
+Look at their man eye, big man, they never try
+So we rolled with them, stole with them
+I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch
+The milks was chocolate, the cookies, butter crunch
+'88 Oshkosh and blue and white dunks, pass the blunts
+
+[Chorus: 112]
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
+Just keep on pressing on
+Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
+What you want, be what you want
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
+Just keep on pressing on
+Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
+What you want, be what you want
+Have what you want, be what you want
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I was ashamed, my crew was lame
+I had enough heart for most of them
+Long as I got stuff from most of them
+It's on, even when I was wrong, I got my point across
+They depicted me the boss, of course
+My orange box-cutter make the world go round
+Plus I'm fucking, bitches ain't my homegirls now
+Start stacking, dabbled in crack, gun packing
+Nickname Medina make the seniors tote my ninas
+From gym class to Inglés pass off a global
+The only nigga with a mobile, can't you see like Total
+Getting larger in waists and tastes
+Ain't no telling where this felon is headin', just in case
+Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space
+Your brain was a terrible thing to waste
+'88 on gates, snatch initial name plates
+Smokin' spliffs with niggas, real-life beginner killers
+Praying God forgive us for being sinners, help us out
+
+[Chorus: 112]
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
+Just keep on pressing on
+Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
+What you want, be what you want
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
+Just keep on pressing on
+Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
+What you want, be what you want
+Have what you want, be what you want
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+After realizin', to master enterprisin'
+I ain't have to be in school by ten
+I then began to encounter with my counterparts
+On how to burn the block apart
+Break it down into sections, drugs by the selections
+Some use pipes, others use injections
+Syringe sold separately, Frank the Deputy
+Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missing
+To protect my position, my corner, my lair
+While we out here, say the Hustlers Prayer:
+"If the game shakes me or breaks me
+I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand"
+Put money in my mom's hand
+Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man
+Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it
+And live the phrase "Sky's the limit"
+Motherfuckers, see you chumps on top
+
+[Chorus: 112]
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
+Just keep on pressing on
+Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
+What you want, be what you want
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
+Just keep on pressing on
+Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
+What you want, be what you want
+Have what you want, be what you want
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
+Just keep on pressing on
+Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
+What you want, be what you want
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
+Just keep on pressing on
+Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
+What you want, be what you want
+Sky is the limit and you know that you keep onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One More Chance / Stay With Me (Remix)[Intro: Faith Evans]
+Don't go, don't go, don't go (Baby, don't go)
+I love you, so (One more chance)
+Biggie, give me one more chance (One more chance)
+Biggie, give me one more chance
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+First thing's first: I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys
+Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money
+Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get Nathan
+But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
+Gar-bage, I turn like doorknobs
+Heart throb never, Black and ugly as ever
+However, I stay Coogi down to the socks
+Rings and watch filled with rocks
+And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi
+Girls pee-pee when they see me
+Navajos creep me in they teepee
+As I lay down laws like I lay carpet
+Stop it - if you think they gonna make a profit
+Don't see my ones, gon' 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 don't know what the hell is 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 can't make
+Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
+And sing the break, uh
+[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Baby, here I am
+I got that good love girl, you didn't know?
+All, I need is one more chance! One more chance
+I can help you find, yourself
+I got that good love girl, you didn't know?
+'Cause you, don't need nobody else
+One more chance
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+She's sick of that song on how it's so long
+Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
+There I is, Major Payne like Damon Wayans
+Low Down Dirty, even, like his brother Keenan
+Schemin', don't leave your girl around 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 I'm 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
+I'm through, can you sing the song for me, boo?
+[Chorus: Faith Evans & (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
+One more chance
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Biggie give me one more chance
+One more chance
+One more chance
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Biggie give me one more chance
+One more chance
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+So what's it gonna be? Him or me?
+We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
+The envy of all women, crushed linen
+Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in em
+The finest women I love with a passion
+Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'
+High fashion - flying into all states
+Sexing me while your man masturbates
+Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
+Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
+Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent
+I'm not only a client, I'm the player President
+[Chorus: Faith Evans & (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
+One more chance
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Biggie give me one more chance
+One more chance
+One more chance
+Baby, here I am
+Biggie give me one more chance
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+All, I need is one more chance!
+One more chanceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Me & My Bitch[Intro: Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl]
+Yo let— let— let me ask you a question, yo
+Yo, would you kill for me?
+Hmm, yeah
+Uh, the act of making love— (Haa)
+What took you so long to answer motherfucker?
+I don't know
+The fuck wrong with you, bitch?
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+When I met you, I admit, my first thoughts was to trick
+You look so good, huh, I suck on your daddy's dick
+I never felt that way in my life
+It didn't take long before I made you my wife
+Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze
+Comin' to the crib, even had a set a keys
+During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
+In the process, I admit, I tricked a little
+But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch
+Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich
+And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
+I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl]
+Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch
+(But you know you love that ass, don't you?)
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
+(Yeah, no question, no question)
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah
+(Yo, let me ask you another question)
+Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
+(What?)
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah
+(You been fuckin' 'round on me?)
+Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch
+(Why would I do that?)
+Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
+(Yo, don't lie to me, motherfucker)
+Just me and my bitch
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh, no, that's not my steelo
+I wanna bitch that like to play ceelo and craps
+Packin' gats in a Coach bag, steamin' dime bags
+A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had
+With a bop just as strong as me
+Totin' guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me
+Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it
+One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet
+Throwin' my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows
+I see my Polos and Timbos
+Hide my car keys so I can't leave
+A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
+And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly
+She'll invite me, politely, to fight, G
+And then we lie together, cry together
+I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl]
+Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
+(Nigga, nigga, if I ever)
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
+(Catch your ass fuckin' around)
+Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
+(I'll cut your motherfuckin' dick off)
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
+(Haha)
+Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
+(Stop playin')
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
+(I ain't pl— ain't— ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes)
+Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
+(Ain't no jokes)
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
+(Yo, don— don't play with my dick)
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies
+Didn't hesitate to squeeze to get my life out of danger
+One day, she put 911 on the pager
+Had to call back, whether it's minor or major
+No response, the phone just rung
+Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem
+When I pulled up, police was on the scene
+Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean
+Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes
+Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes
+It didn't take long before the tears start
+I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart
+And I know it was meant for me
+I guess the niggas felt they had to kill the closest one to me
+And when I find 'em your life is to an end
+They killed my best friend, me and my bitch
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh
+Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
+Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh
+Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
+Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch
+Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
+Just me and my bitch
+[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Girl]
+Let's get started then
+So when did you first start rappin'?
+Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18
+So how did you first get started? Who influenced you?
+Ain't nobody really influenced me, you know what I'm saying?
+I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what I'm saying? Had to get up off that, you know
+I see. So where you from?
+BrooklynEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The What[Produced by Easy Mo Bee]
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I used to get feels on a bitch
+Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
+And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
+Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
+Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
+Like Arnold on that, "What you talking 'bout, Willis?"
+The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
+Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
+Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
+I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel
+I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
+Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E...
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+...T-H-O-D Man, here I am
+I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
+Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
+It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja
+Coming where you rest at, surrender
+Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
+Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December
+Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and
+From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
+Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
+Acting as if it can't happen
+Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something
+Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
+So what you want nigga? You won't nigga
+I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
+It's real, '94 rugged-raw
+Kickin' down your goddamn door
+And it goes a little something like this
+[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
+(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
+(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew
+Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU
+I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew
+I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
+Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
+Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
+And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
+I spark and they cells get warm
+I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man
+Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and
+(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
+I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch
+[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man]
+Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta
+Cold as the pole in the winter
+Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
+And when my MAC unloads
+I'm guaranteed another video
+Ready to die, why I act that way?
+Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way
+So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
+I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
+Excuse me, flows just grow through me
+Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
+It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
+A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus
+(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)
+I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)
+Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
+Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so
+[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+And everything you get you gotta work hard for it
+(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
+(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
+(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop
+(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch
+
+[Outro: Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man]
+Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (Yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)
+Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)
+Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)
+My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)
+Recognize (Yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Party and Bullshit[Verse 1]
+I was a terror since the public school era
+Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
+Smoking blunts was a daily routine
+Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene
+I used to have the trey-deuce
+And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose
+Now I got the Mac in my knapsack
+Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
+With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
+Honeys want to chat
+But all we wanna know is where the party at
+And can I bring my gat?
+If not, I hope I don't get shot
+Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess
+It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
+Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
+Dumbing out, just me and my crew
+'Cause all we wanna do is
+
+[Hook]
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+[Verse 2]
+Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
+Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
+Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
+Sure do, two .22s in my shoes
+Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
+Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
+Moet popping, ho hopping
+Ain't no stopping Big Poppa
+I'm a Bad Boy
+Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!)
+Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!)
+It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdose
+Nigga you scared you're supposed to
+Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
+Fuck up the party before it even start
+Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
+On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
+
+[Hook]
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+[Verse 3]
+Bitches in the back looking righteous
+In a tight dress, I think I might just
+Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
+And have fun with Jamaican rum
+Conversation, blunts in rotation
+My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
+We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
+If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
+She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
+I'm hitting skins again
+Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
+Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
+Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
+
+(Music stops
+Indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing
+Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo, chill, man, chill!")
+
+Can't we just all get along?
+So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
+Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
+And it's on, and I'm gone
+That's that...
+[Hook]
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+And party and bullshit
+
+[Puffy]
+Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to...
+Uptown likes to...
+Bad Boy likes to...
+Brooklyn Crew likes to...
+3rd Eye likes to...
+Mo Bee likes to...
+We like to...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What’s Beef?[Produced by Carlos "6 July" Broady and Nashiem Myrick]
+
+[Intro]
+The Commission:
+Uncle Paulie
+P. Diddy
+Cease-A-Leo DeGennaro (Yeahhh)
+Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim
+The most shady, Frankie Baby
+We here (Do you know what beef is?)
+We ain't goin' nowhere (Do you know what beef is?)
+Uh-uh (Ask yourself, do you know what beef is?)
+Uh-uh, uhh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
+Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
+I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
+Will reach the fuckin' ceiling, check— check it
+My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
+Drop-top-notch, playa-hatin' gon' stop
+This instant, rappers too persistent
+Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste
+Like ass when you speak it, see me in the street
+Your jewelry? You can keep it, that be our little secret
+See me (Uh), B that is, I that is, gee-whiz
+Motherfuckers still in my biz
+Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids
+Fuck 'em in their ass, throw 'em over the bridge?
+That's how it is, my shit is laid out (What?)
+Fuck that "beef" shit, that shit is played out
+Y'all got the gall, all I make is one phone call
+All y'all disappear by tomorrow
+All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
+Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this
+[Chorus]
+What's beef?
+Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep
+Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
+Beef is when I see you
+Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
+What's beef?
+Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
+Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep
+Beef is when I see you
+Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it
+
+[Verse 2]
+I done smoked with the best of 'em (Uh-huh)
+Shot at the rest of 'em (Uh-huh)
+Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of 'em
+Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook just be
+Wildin' on you, just be stylin' on you (You so crazy)
+When I, tried to warn you but your eyes fucked up
+Now I cleared them shits with hits
+You on the fuckin' bench (Mmm)
+Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of
+Peeved at these weak MCs (Don't stop)
+With the supreme baller-like lyrics
+I call 'em like I see 'em, G
+Y'all niggas sound like me (Yeah)
+Y'all was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me
+It ain't hard to find me
+Number one with the Bui Ya Kah (Bui Ya Kah)
+Give me the Remy and the chronic, ain't no tellin' what I do to ya
+It's obvious the game's new to ya (New to ya)
+Take them ends you make (Ehehe)
+And spend 'em on a tutor, hah, one shot, I'm through with ya
+[Chorus]
+What's beef?
+Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep)
+Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (Ain't safe)
+Beef is when I see you
+Guaranteed to be in ICU (I see you), one more time
+What's beef? (What's beef)
+Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep)
+Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep (30 deep)
+Beef is when I see you
+Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it (I see you)
+
+[Verse 3]
+There'll be nothin', there'll be nothin' but smooth sailin' (Sailin')
+When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin' (Bailin')
+All I got is heat and tough talk for you (uh-huh)
+Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you (Oooh)
+Man, listen, straight torture
+Look what that slick shit bought ya
+A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher
+Watch me Set It Off like Vivica
+Here lies your demise, close your eyes (Uh-huh)
+Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten
+Pale blue hands get cold: your soul's risen
+It's bad 'cause I just begun
+What make the shit real bad, I was havin' fun (Ahaha!)
+[Chorus]
+What's beef? (What's beef?)
+Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep)
+Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (Ain't safe) Beef is when I see you
+Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time (I see you)
+What's beef? (What's beef?)
+Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep)
+Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep (30 deep)
+Beef is when I see you (I see you)
+Guaranteed to be in ICU, and I'm through
+
+[Outro]
+(Yeah, and I'm through)
+Uhhh, uhhh
+The life after
+(Now ask yourself, do you really, know what beef is?)
+Life after
+(Then ask yourself)
+Uhh (Do you really, want beef?)
+Life after...
+(Ahahaha! Yeah, I like that)
+(Big Nash, Hitmen baby, on and on and on and on)
+(Bad Boy)
+(Y'all know what it is)
+(Shit, I don't want no beef, ahaaa!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Got a Story to Tell[Intro]
+Who y'all talkin' to, man?
+Ugh
+Check it out, check it out
+This here goes out to all the niggas that be fuckin' mad bitches
+In other niggas' cribs
+Thinkin' shit is sweet
+Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
+Live niggas respect it—check it
+
+[Verse]
+I kicked flows for you, kicked down doors for you
+Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for you
+Niggas think Frankie pussy-whipped
+Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-mat-tac
+We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
+"Sweetness, where you parked at?"
+Petiteness, but that ass fat
+She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that—
+I'm fuckin' with you
+The bitch official, though; dick harder than a missile, yo
+Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
+Yo, the bitch push a double-O with the five in front
+Probably a conniving stunt
+Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her
+Find the deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
+Then we all get laced
+Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
+The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
+She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
+Nigga trick ridiculous, the shit was plush
+She's stressing me to fuck, like she was in a rush
+We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
+I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
+My 112 CD blast, I was past
+She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
+She giggle, saying, "I'm smoking on homegrown"
+Then I heard a moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
+Yup, tote chrome for situations like this
+I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
+Now I'm like, "Bitch, you better talk to him
+Before this fifth put a spark to him
+Fuck around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him
+Lose a major part to him—arm, leg..."
+She beggin' me to stop, but this cat gettin' closer
+Gettin' hot like a toaster, I cock the toast, ugh
+Before my eyes could blink
+She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!"
+He go back downstairs, more time to think
+Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
+She don't know I'm cool as a fan
+Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
+But I can and I will, though; I'm tryna chill, though
+Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo
+It came to me like a song I wrote
+Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope"
+Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
+Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
+Played the cut, nigga coming off some Love Potion shit
+Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
+Dropped the glass, screaming, "Don't blast, here's the stash!
+A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
+Nigga pulling mad G's out the floor
+Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
+Grab the keys to the Five, call my niggas on the cell
+"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell," ugh, ugh
+[Outro]
+"Yo, man, y'all niggas ain't gon' believe what the fuck happened to me. 'Member that bitch I left the club with, man?"
+"Yeah."
+"Yo, stinky, yo. I'm up in this bitch crib—this bitch fuck with one of them ol' Knick-ass niggas and shit. I'm up in the spot, so, you know—"
+"Who, God?"
+"I don't know, I don't know which one of them niggas. One of them six-five niggas, I don't know."
+"Yeah."
+"Anyway, I'm up in the motherfuckin' spot. So, boom, I'm up in the pussy, whatever-whatever. I sparks up some lah, Pa Duke creeps up in on some..."
+"Get the fuck out!"
+"Must have been rained out or something, because he's in the spot."
+"Get the fuck out of here! Oh, shit!"
+"Had me scared, had me scared to death! I was shook, Daddy. But I forget I had my Roscoe on me."
+"Ah, yeah, I know you had the heat!"
+"Always."
+"Hahahaha."
+"You know how we do. So anyway, the nigga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps. The bitch all shook—she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit."
+"Ooh, shit!"
+"She gettin' mad nervous. But I said, 'Fuck that man! I'm the nigga!'"
+"I know you was finna clap 'em."
+Yeah, nigga. You know how we do it, nigga—ransom note-style. Put the scarf around my motherfuckin' face
+"Aight!"
+"Gagged that bitch up, and played the cizzut."
+"Ahahaha!"
+"Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot, I flash the Desert in his face. He drops the glass. Looked like the nigga pissed on his damn self or somethin, word to my mother! Word to my mother, yo."
+"Ah, shit!"
+"This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers. Mad papers."
+"Oh, shit, what? Yo, I told you that bitch was a scheisty bitch, cuz! Word to mother, I used to fuck with her cousin, but you ain't know that!"
+"Hahaha."
+"You ain't even know that shit! Really, though."
+"I put all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack, and, ugh! Two words: 'I'm gone!'"
+"Hahahaha! No doubt, no doubt... No doubt!"
+"Y'all niggas got some lah? Y'all got some lah?"
+"No doubt!"
+[Produced by Buckwild and Chucky Thompson]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Machine Gun Funk[Intro]
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+So you wanna be hardcore?
+With your hat to the back
+Talkin' about the gats in ya raps
+But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin'
+Maybe I'm dreamin'
+This ain't Christopher Williams
+Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta 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 sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"
+Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
+Just for niggas actin' shifty
+Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quicker
+Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
+Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-es
+It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
+The funk, baby
+
+[Chorus]
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+[Verse 2]
+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 stayin' in my business, what is this?
+Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not
+Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
+Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
+Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
+Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh
+I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
+Come on the Ave, I'm real hard to find now
+'Cause I'm 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)
+I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
+Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks
+I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick
+The funk, baby
+
+[Chorus]
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (Uh)
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+[Verse 3]
+So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
+How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside
+Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
+Fifty-shot clip if a nigga want test
+The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
+High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
+That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor
+Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
+"What's love got to do..."
+When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew?
+Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns
+I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tons
+Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life
+Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes
+It's type, simple and plain, to maintain
+I add a little funk to the brain
+The funk, baby
+
+[Chorus]
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
+"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ready to Die[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker?
+We gonna kill your ass, kill your ass
+I'm ready
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece
+One in the chamber, the safety is off release
+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 ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
+I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
+Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q
+-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 don't fuck up my sheets, huh
+My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
+I'm 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, I'm ready to die!
+
+[Chorus]
+Yes, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
+Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
+A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road
+I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sold
+I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus
+Getting paid is all I expected
+My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
+Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck
+Shit is real and hungry's how I feel
+I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
+Kickin' niggas down the steps just for rep
+Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet
+The infrared's at your head real steady
+You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Yes, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+I'm ready to die
+Yes, I'm ready
+So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
+Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fucking neck
+Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some rec
+Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin
+You better act like CeCe and keep on walkin'
+When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
+You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete
+Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin'
+I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
+Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
+Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
+Make your shit splatter
+Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
+After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit
+Down your backbone to where your motherfucking'shit drip
+The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
+Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die!
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Yes, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+Time to go, we gon put you out your misery motherfucker
+Niggas definitely know what time it is (Yes, I'm ready)
+The Notorious one in full effect for '93 (Yes, I'm ready)
+Uhh, uhh Yes, I'm ready
+Suicidal, I'm ready!
+So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
+Yes, I'm ready
+So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
+
+[Outro: Puff Daddy]
+Now I lay me down to sleep (Yeah)
+Pray the Lord my soul to keep
+If I should die before I wake
+I pray the Lord my soul to take
+'Cause I'm ready to die
+(I'm ready, I'm ready)
+All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to
+(I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)
+Biggie Smalls the biggest man
+(I'm Ready)
+Rocking on and on in '93, Easy Mo Bee
+Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam
+I don't wanna see no crying at my funeralEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Going Back to Cali[Intro: Biggie and Diddy]
+[Dialing numbers]
+[Phone Rings]
+Yo!
+Yo Big, wake up, wake up baby
+Mmm, yo...
+Yo Big, wake yo' ass up c'mon
+I'm up! I'm up. I'm up , I'm up
+Big, wake up!
+I'm up Diddy, what the fuck, man? What's up?
+C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
+Mmm, (mumbling) yeah
+Yo Big, Big, Big
+Yeah I hear you dog, I hear you, alright, 7:30
+Yo take down this information
+Ain't no pen
+Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin'. Can you do that?
+Aight honey, yeah write this down
+Aight, uhm, flight five-oh-four
+Five-oh-four
+Leaving Kennedy
+Kennedy
+On the L-A-X
+Oh! Cali?
+No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper
+Ahh, no doubt, aight
+You aight?
+I'm up, I'm up
+Yo Big
+I'm up, man
+Flight five-oh-four
+Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport
+California
+Yeah
+[Phone clicks]
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, when the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya
+Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you
+Either I'm with ya or against ya
+Format bent 'cha, back through that maze I sent ya
+Talking to the rap inventor
+Nigga with the game tight, fifth that flame right
+Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
+Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-A-Leo
+Getting head from some chick he know
+See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
+Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
+Women and the weed, sticky green
+No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
+Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost
+Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
+Mad 'cause I got my dick sucked
+And my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
+I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
+It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
+U-S, you just, lay down, slow
+Recognize a real Don when you see one
+Sipping on booze in the House of Blues
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Stevie J)]
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+If I got to choose a coast, I got to choose the East
+I live out there, so don't go there
+But that don't mean a nigga can't rest in the West
+See some nice breast in the West
+Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggas is a mess
+Thinking I'm gon stop, giving L.A props
+All I got is beef with those that violate me
+I shall annihilate thee
+Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes
+Linens and things, I begin things
+Beeper start to flash, 818's, 213's
+313's, B.I.G
+Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's
+If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
+Spend about a week on Venice Beach
+Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Stevie J)]
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
+Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
+I be whipping on the freeway, the NYC way
+On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
+Pass hash from left to right
+Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight
+Met a bitch at the Versace store
+Said she suck it 'til I ain't got no more, only in L.A
+Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
+Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck your man
+What's your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
+Almost gold, five Gs a show date
+Or do you wanna see about seven digits?
+Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Stevie J)]
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)
+I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (going back to Cali)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Long Kiss Goodnight[Intro: Puff Daddy & Notorious B.I.G]
+Mmmmmmmmm-HMM
+See.. [echoes]
+I told you.. [echoes]
+See, I told y'all muh'fuckers
+Yo yo.. that stupid nigga man
+I told y'all to stop!
+He fucked up, yo..
+I pray for you to stop
+Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. yo.. yo..
+Yo, yo yo yo, yo..
+But no, you didn't stop
+Yo.. yo..
+And now, we won't stop
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
+When I release you lose teeth like Lil' Cease
+Nigga please, blood floods your dungarees
+And that's just the half of my warpath
+Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
+Than the average playa hater and spectators
+Buy my CD twice, they see me in the streets
+They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"
+Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
+I pull out .44s and go up in they clothes
+Short-change niggas, snort 'caine niggas
+Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga
+Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be
+'Til Lil' Cease crippled me
+Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be
+The game sour like a pickle be, y'all know the rules
+Move from BK to New Jeruz
+Thinkin' 'bout all the planes we flew, bitches we ran through
+Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
+I want my spot back, take two
+Motherfuckers mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious
+Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous
+When my men bust, you just move with such stamina
+Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha)
+Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin'
+Catch cases, come out fronting, smokin' something
+Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin'
+I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system
+Knockin' Ma$e shit, face it, we hard to hit
+Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you for your re-up
+Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up
+Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
+Hell, we don’t give a fuck
+We just absolutely don’t give a fuck
+Because there ain’t no love here
+There ain’t no love here
+You know, we gon' keep doin' what we do
+We gon' keep fuckin' you up
+I'ma keep stomping your motherfucking head in
+You fucking bitch
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh.. I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at
+These fuckin' maniacs, put my name in raps
+What part the game is that? Like they hustle backwards
+I smoke Backwoods and Dutchies, you can't touch me
+Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy
+You're bleedin' lovely, with yo' spirit above me
+Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
+Now you rest eternally sleepy, you burn when you creep me
+Rest where the worms and the weak be
+My nine flies, baptize rap guys
+With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most
+You hold your toast shaky, slippin' tryna break me
+Look what you made me do, brains blew
+My team in the marine-blue Six Coupé
+Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out
+The block for distances, givin' long kisses, bitch
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
+Only I can do now, I say a prayer for you
+You know, that’s the only thing I can do, just pray for your mind
+Because, see your mind is in control of your heart
+Where it's supposed to be the other way around
+Your heart has got to control your mind
+So now, I have no feelings for you
+You have made me cruel
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Frank White the menacin', Chron Chron's the medicine
+I got the lettuce and you turn green like cucumber skin
+Got the new Hummer in the summer when
+I was a newcomer then, drugs and MAC-10s
+Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you
+Be broke, girls won't date you
+That's why I relate to, choke your ass out 'til your face blue
+Make you, open the safe too
+No matter how you call it (how you call it), this brolic alcoholic
+Like his weed greened out, like his brick solid
+Distribute to kids who take heart like Valentine
+Drink Ballantine all the time
+Slugs hit your chest, tap your spine, flatline
+Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked four times
+Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though
+Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
+
+[Outro: Puff Daddy]
+See the fucked up thing is that I love you
+You know what I’m saying
+It’s just in my nature to love you
+I can’t hate you
+‘Cause its not in my nature to hate you
+You know, I don’t know
+Maybe I’m a different type of individual
+But you have me on a line
+And there’s a thin line between love and hate
+And God-forbid I cross that line
+Cause I’m not gon’ give a fuck
+I’m telling you right motherfucking now
+The shit that ya’ll done started
+Is never gonna stop!
+We are never gonna stop!
+And we’re not talking about no other rappers
+We’re talking about you, motherfucker!
+You know who I’m talking to
+We comin' for you
+We comin' for you
+Laughs
+Feels so good
+I'ma make you love me baby, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Niggas Bleed[Verse 1]
+"Today's agenda (Woo!), got the suitcase up in the Sentra (Ugh)
+Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
+Feel the strangest if no money exchanges (Uh-huh)
+I got these kids in Ranges to leave them niggas brainless (Ugh)
+All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
+Calm as possible, make the deal go through
+If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
+Please make your 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 (Ugh)
+Your life is on the shelf, we mean this, Frank
+Them cats we fucking with put bombs in your mom's gas tank"
+"Let's get this money baby (Ugh), they shady, we get shady
+Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty .380s (Ugh, ugh)
+Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
+I got gats that blow the wall out
+Clear the mall out, fuck the fallout
+Word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
+The seven digits push me (Ugh)
+Fucking real, here's the deal (Ugh)
+I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 apiece (Uh-huh)
+Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach (Uh-huh)
+Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capisce?
+Everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech
+Think about it now, that's damn near 1.5
+I kill 'em all, I'll be set for life"—"Frank, pay attention
+These motherfuckers is henchmen (Ugh), renegades
+If you die, they still get paid, extra probably; fuck a robbery
+I'm the boss, promise you won't rob 'em"—"I promise"
+But, of course, you know I had my fingers crossed
+[Chorus]
+(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared
+Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
+(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being shook
+We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook
+(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture a nigga hiding
+My life in that man's hands while he just deciding
+(Niggas bleed just like us) I'd rather go toe-to-toe
+With all of y'all; running ain't in my protocol (Ugh!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
+From Tucson, push the black Yukon
+Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley (Uh-huh)
+Stupid as a youngin', chose not to move wisely (Ugh)
+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
+That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish
+Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
+Here's a criminal, nigga made America's 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 ain't lying
+Y'all know the science
+[Chorus]
+(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared
+Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
+(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being shook
+We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook
+(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture a nigga hiding
+My life in that man's hands while he just deciding
+(Niggas bleed just like us) I'd rather go toe-to-toe
+With all of y'all; running ain't in my protocol (Ugh)
+
+[Verse 3]
+We agreed—to go in shooting is silly
+Because niggas could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis
+So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican (Ugh)
+Gloria from Astoria, I went to war with her peeps in '91
+Stole a gun from my workers
+And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
+We blazed they place; long story, Glo' seen't my face
+Got shook, thought a nigga was coming for the safe (Haha!)
+Now she breaking, "Shut up! 112, what's shaking?"
+"A Jamaican, some bitches, I swear they look gay
+And a black Range Rover been outside all day"
+If it's trouble, let me know, I'll be on my way
+"Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed"
+Nightmare, this bitch don't need
+"Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we about to blow this
+Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice"
+Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
+When they evacuate, they meet they fate
+"Ron, pass the gasoline," the nigga passed me kerosene (Ugh)
+Fuck it, it's flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
+Strike the match, just what I expected
+The dread kid ejected in seconds, and here come two...
+Opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian
+We in the hallway, waiting patient
+As soon as she hit the door, we start blasting
+I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughing, I swear to God
+I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest
+Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast (Ugh)
+She crying, headshots put her to rest
+Pop open them briefcases, nothing but Franklin faces
+The spot's hot: sprinklers, alarm systems
+That's when other guests start to slip in
+It's time for us to get to dipping
+I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up
+Flipping, pistol-gripping, I load the clip in
+The hallway got real loud and crowded
+They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it
+The funny thing about it, through all the excitement (Uh-huh)
+They Range got towed, they double-parked by a hydrant
+Stupid motherfuckers (Hahahahahaha!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)[Produced by Jiv Poss, Puff Daddy, Stevie J and DJ Enuff]
+
+[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
+I will fear no evil, for you are with me
+Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
+You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
+You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
+Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life
+And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions
+Strictly gun-testin', coke-measurin'
+Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito
+Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
+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 deceased
+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
+Shit's official, only the Feds I fear
+Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin'
+The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin'
+So don't you get suspicious
+I'm Big Dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious
+As I leave my competition, respirator style
+Climb the ladder to success escalator style
+Hold y'all breath, I told y'all
+Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh
+I spit phrases that'll thrill you
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)]
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, uhh
+Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
+Ask Nino, he know
+Green with envy, the green tempts me
+To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
+Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty
+Live happily ever after in laughter
+Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster
+And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
+Three of mine dead, nothin' left to do
+But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed
+Incidents like this, I take trips
+Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)
+Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour
+Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore
+Told me meet 'em in the future later
+They'll take me shoppin', buy me lavender and fuschia Gators
+Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters
+Rich bitch shit, drinkin' Cristal 'til they piss the shit, uhh
+Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches
+Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me
+Reminisce on dead friends too
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)]
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, uhh
+You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right)
+Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit
+You ain't worth spit, just a memory
+Remember he used to push the champagne Range (I 'member that)
+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 can't recall his name (what was 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, duke's a lame, what's his name?
+Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean?
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)]
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
+You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
+(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Unbelievable[Intro]
+Biggie Smalls is the illest (Uh)
+What? Uh
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+Uh
+Biggie Smalls, Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+Uh, yeah
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+
+[Verse 1]
+Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
+Representing BK to the fullest
+Gats, I pull it
+Bastards ducking when B.I.G. be bucking
+Chickenheads be clucking, in my back room fucking
+It ain't nothing
+They know B.I.G. be handling
+With the MAC in the Ac' door paneling
+Bandaging MC's, oxygen, they can't breathe
+Mad tricks up the sleeve
+Wear boxers so my dick can breathe
+Breeze through in the Q
+Forty-five by my side, lyrical high
+And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
+Get smoked like Dutches from the master
+Hate to blast ya but I have to
+You see I smoke a lot
+Your life is played out like Kwame
+And them fucking polka dots
+Who rock the spot? Biggie
+You know how the weed go, unbelievable
+[Chorus]
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+
+[Verse 2]
+B-I-G, G-I-E
+A-K-A., B-I-G
+Get it? Biggie
+Also known as the bon appétit
+Rappers can't sleep need sleeping
+B.I.G. keep creeping
+Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating
+Dumb rappers need teaching
+Lesson A: Don't fuck with B-I
+That's that "Oh I, thought he was wack"
+Oh, come, come now, why y'all so dumb now
+Hunt me or be hunted
+I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
+To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day
+Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
+My forte causes Caucasians to say
+"He sounds demented"
+Car weed scented, if I said it, I meant it
+Bite my tongue for no one
+Call me evil, or unbelievable
+[Chorus]
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+
+[Verse 3]
+Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus coupes
+Leave no witnesses, what you think this is?
+Ain't no amateurs here
+I damage and tear, MC's fear me
+They too near not to hear me
+Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
+One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
+It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
+Trying to play gorilla when you ain't no killer
+The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
+Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
+And throw down some ice for the nicest MC
+Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable
+
+[Chorus]
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+[Outro]
+It's unbelievable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+'Believable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+'Believable
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
+Biggie Smalls— Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls
+Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illestEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Things Done Changed[Chorus]
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? (Uh)
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side (Yeah)
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side (Yeah)
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+
+[Verse 1]
+Remember back in the days when niggas had waves
+Cazal shades and corn braids?
+Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies
+Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
+Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews
+With the neighborhood crews hanging on the avenues
+Turn your pages to 1993
+Niggas is getting smoked, G, believe me
+Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
+'Cause real street niggas ain't having that shit
+Totin' TECs for rep
+Smoking blunts in the project hallways
+Shooting dice all day
+Waitin' for niggas to step up on some fightin' shit
+We get hype and shit and start lightin' shit
+So step away with your fistfight ways
+Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days
+But you don't hear me though
+[Chorus]
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+
+[Verse 2]
+No more coco-levio one, two, three
+One, two, three, all it is to me is a mystery
+I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
+But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it
+And I'm down with the shit, too
+For the stupid motherfuckers want to try to use Kung-Fu
+Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrappin'
+Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens
+When you sleep on the street
+Little motherfuckers with heat wanna leave a nigga six feet deep
+And we coming to the wake
+To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherfucking fake
+Back in the days our parents used to take care of us
+Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us
+Calling the city for help because they can't maintain
+Damn, shit done changed
+[Chorus]
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+
+[Verse 3]
+If I wasn't in the rap game
+I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game
+Because the streets is a short stop
+Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot
+Shit, it's hard being young from the slums
+Eatin' five cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from
+And now the shit's getting crazier and major
+Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagers
+Goin' out of town, blowing up
+Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up
+It make me wanna grab the nine and the shotty
+But I gotta go identify the body
+Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
+Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out
+Shit, my mama got cancer in her breast
+Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed, things done changed
+[Chorus]
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+[Outro]
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
+Back in the day
+Things done changed on this side
+Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fuck You Tonight[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & P. Diddy]
+Uh, I like that, you like that?
+Here's another one, and another one
+And another one, and another one
+Uh
+Whaat, whaat (c'mon)
+[Chorus: R Kelly & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+You must be used to me spending (uh, uh)
+And all that sweet wining and dining
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight
+Uh, here's another one
+And another one
+Uh, uh, what
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Some say the X, make the sex spec-tacular
+Make me lick you from yo' neck to your back, then ya
+Shivering, tongue delivering
+Chills up that spine, that ass is mine
+Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight
+If it's all right with you, we fucking (that's cool)
+Déjà vu, the blunts sparked, finger fucking in the park
+Pissy off Bacardi Dark
+Remember when I used to play between your legs?
+You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head
+Straight to your mother's bed
+Not the Marriott, we be lucky if we find a spot
+Next to your sister, damn I really missed the
+Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that
+Way she used to giggle when your ass would wiggle
+Now I know you're used to suites at the Parker Meridien
+Trips to the Caribbean, but tonight, no ends
+[Chorus: R Kelly & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+You must be (uh) used to me spending
+You must be used to me (uh)
+And all that sweet wining and dining (what)
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight
+Here's another one (fucking you tonight)
+And another one (no doubt baby)
+And another one (fucking you)
+What! What!
+You must be used to me spending
+You must be! (uh, uh)
+And all that sweet wining and dining
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight
+Here's another one (fucking you)
+And another one (no doubt about it babe, fucking you)
+Uh, uh
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Girl you look fine
+Like a wide face Rolex, you just shine
+I like that waistline
+Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb
+My style genuine, girl I love you long time
+I got you pinned up, with your fucking limbs up
+All because you like the way my Benz was rimmed up
+Bitch keep yo' chin up, please watch me do thee
+Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mami
+I like it when you tro' it pon me
+No love making, strictly back breaking
+Cease know, all his hoes, go to my door
+Then they go to his flo', to fuck some more
+So no, caviar, Shark Bar, uh-uh
+Strictly sex that's sweaty and leftover spaghetti
+I know you used to slow CD's and Dom P's
+But tonight it's eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that
+[Chorus: R. Kelly & P. Diddy]
+You must be used to me spending
+(You must be, used to me)
+And all that sweet wining and dining (spending all his money baby, on you)
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight
+Can you feel me?, 'cause I can feel you
+Can you feel me?, 'cause I can feel you
+You must be used to me spending
+You must be used to me
+And all that sweet wining and dining
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight
+(fucking you tonight)
+Can you feel me? (make ya feel so right),'cause I can feel you (baby come to me)
+Can you feel me (give me what I need), R. Kelly take me to the bridge
+
+[Bridge: R. Kelly]
+Let's stop the bullshit, baby
+Let me take you to the spot, fit you hot
+So you wanna be with me (say what), Puff Daddy (that's right)
+B.I.G. (let's go), bring that ass to me
+
+[Chorus: R. Kelly & P. Diddy]
+You must be used to me spending
+And all that sweet wining and dining
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight
+(Said I'm fucking you tonight)
+Can you feel me? (fucking you tonight) 'cause I can feel you (stroking you tonight)
+Can you feel me?, 'cause I can feel you
+You must be used to me spending
+(You must be used to me spending)
+And all that sweet wining and dining
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight
+Fucking you baby, I'm fucking you baby
+(You must be!!) You must be used to me spending
+And all that sweet wining and dining
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight (I'm doing it baby, I'm doing it baby, I'm doing it baby ah yeahowow)
+You must be used to me spending
+(you must be babe, used to me)
+And all that sweet wining and dining (spending money all of the time, on you)
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight
+No matter what you may say, babe
+Giving it to you, any way I possibly can
+You must be used to me spendin'
+And all that sweet wining and dining
+Well, I'm fucking you tonight, oohhh baby, sugar, honeyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Come On[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)]
+Motherfucka was amped (Uh huh)
+The nigga was motherfuckin hyped up (Right?)
+The nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
+And it was on from there
+The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
+(What what did the rest of his niggas do?)
+Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
+Them niggas was packin burners
+Them niggas was ready to fight (Oh shit)
+Whatever we had to do holmes (Uh huh)
+Niggas was on the real flipmo' holmes (Uh huh)
+It was just comin out like a motherfucker (Right)
+The nigga amped be like come on
+COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!!
+
+[Hook]
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+[Verse 1: Sadat X]
+Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
+Off the forehead, everything is real
+Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel
+Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
+Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
+Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
+With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking
+
+[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
+Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
+A strange form, something kind of lyrical
+Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
+Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
+Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
+And, uh, do you know where you're going to?
+Do you like the things that I bring?
+Make an MC wanna sing for a living
+Take the beatdown we fucking giving
+C'mon, motherfucker!
+
+[Hook]
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+[Verse 3: Sadat X]
+What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block
+When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
+Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes
+Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed
+Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block
+Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
+Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts
+The Big City, it don't spare no bodies
+Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
+I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts
+Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
+Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock
+I'ma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit"
+Life is real, so Biggie take the steel
+
+[Hook]
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.]
+I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's
+Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end
+You can't 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, that's 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 don't 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
+That's crazy blunts, mad L's
+My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
+Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
+I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
+So you better grab your pistol
+'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
+And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
+Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
+'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
+Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
+Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
+AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
+
+[Hook]
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Respect[Intro: Diana King & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
+Cuh dis ah '94 when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
+Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
+Watch this, lawd
+
+[Chorus: Diana King]
+Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
+Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
+Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
+Informer lone keep informer friend
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+1970 something, nigga I don't sweat the date
+My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
+Out the skins, in this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call hurl
+Ten months in this gut, what the fuck?
+I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
+Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit
+New York, New York, ready for the likes of this
+Then came the worst date, May 21st
+2:19, that's when my mama water burst
+No spouse in the house so she rode for self
+To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
+Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
+I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step
+I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy
+The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy"
+[Chorus: Diana King]
+Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
+Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
+Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
+Informer lone keep informer friend
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
+On the drug scene, fuck a football team
+Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
+Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream
+I mean, I want to blow up, stack my dough up
+So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
+Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
+Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
+Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
+Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
+Rap was secondary, money was necessary
+Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
+C74-Mark 8 set me straight
+Not able to move behind the great steel gate
+Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
+All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
+
+[Chorus: Diana King]
+Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
+Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
+Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
+Informer lone keep informer friend
+Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
+Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
+Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
+Informer lone keep informer friend
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
+Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising
+Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night
+Keep ducking cops on the creep all night
+As I open my eyes and realizing I changed
+Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
+And to my niggas living street life
+Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
+Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping
+In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping
+If I'm dipping on The F with weed on my breath
+Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC
+Respect to the macks in the Ac's
+To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps
+
+[Chorus: Diana King]
+Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
+Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
+Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
+Informer lone keep informer friend
+Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
+Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
+Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
+Informer lone keep informer friend
+[Post-Chorus: Diana King]
+Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing
+In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja
+Have mercy!
+The gunman in all de party
+And everybody feel irie
+And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me
+Have mercy
+The wul ah we in ah de party
+And everybody look irie
+Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy
+Do it
+
+[Outro: Diana King]
+No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self
+Cuh we nuh watch nuh this girl seen?
+The hardcore thing we ah deal with
+Oh yes, we are the best
+No other guy can test
+
+[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans]
+Shit, Mami, damn, why you actin like that, man?
+'Cause I don't be doin' this
+I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'
+It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying
+But you know I don't do this
+I don't even know how to do this
+I'm just sayin', jus— just a little peck Mami, for daddy
+Just a little peck
+Like that?
+That's what I'm sayin', yeah
+You know I don't be doin' this though
+You know that
+Whatever bitch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Just Playing (Dreams)[Verse 1]
+As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
+Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
+I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
+Ooh, Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
+Jasmine Guy was fly, Mariah Carey's kinda scary
+Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary?
+Them jeans, they fitting like a glove
+I had a crush on you since Real Love, huh
+Hold your horses
+I'ma show you who the boss of intercourse is
+Sex, I'm taking no losses
+Even groups like SWV and TLC can't see B.I.G. with telepathy
+The recipe, a pinch of hardcore with a gun
+Pimpin' ain't easy, but it sure is fun
+When I bust my nuts I bust 'em one by one
+So what's the 4-1-1, hun?
+
+[Chorus]
+Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')
+Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin')
+Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')
+Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin')
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'll put Chanté Moore pussy in stitches
+I'll fuck RuPaul before I fuck them ugly-ass Xscape bitches
+You can 76 the 69, try 68
+Make Raven-Symoné call date rape
+Only 'cause I'm paid, I'm fucking all of Jade
+And my DJ Zhané, she likes it when they say
+"Everybody move your body"
+Got Whitney Houston boosting from Bobby
+As I bust the cherry of Monica and Terry
+Back shots to Chaka, I know that pussy hairy
+Sade, ooh, I know that pussy tight
+Smack Tina Turner give her flashbacks of Ike
+Smoke a stoge, fuckin' En Vogue because it's four of them
+Jimmy hats for Patra, I'm using all of them
+(What about Toni Braxton?)
+If that bitch give me action, guaranteed satisfaction
+[Chorus]
+Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')
+Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin')
+Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')
+Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')
+
+[Outro]
+You know what I'm sayin', Tim, man?
+I ain't tryna diss the honeys
+You know what I'm sayin'? (I'm just playin', I'm sayin')
+I just be buggin', you know what I'm sayin'?
+I ain't tryna disrespect nobody, you know?
+I'm just buggin' out, you know? (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')
+You know the flavor of the Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
+Know what I'm sayin'?
+Buttnaked Tim Dawg in the motherfuckin' house
+I'm just playin' (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')
+We're just havin' a little fun
+Ain't no harm done, B (I'm just playin', I'm sayin')
+But I would hit all of y'allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Somebody’s Gotta Die[Verse 1]
+Ah, ah!
+I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
+The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops!)
+I'm interrupted by a doorbell
+3:52 - who the hell is this?
+I gets up quick, cocks my shit
+Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
+It's a face that I seen before
+My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
+Check it!
+I look deeper; I see blood up on his sneakers
+And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
+So I dip
+Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
+He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
+I opens up the door, pitiful: "Is he in critical?"
+Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
+'Cause I'm a criminal
+Way before the rap shit
+Bust the gat shit; Puff won't even know what happened
+If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi
+Stash in the hooptie, my alibi: any cutie
+With a booty that done fuck Big Pop
+Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
+[Chorus]
+Somebody gotta die
+If I go, you got to go
+Somebody got to die
+Let the gunshots blow
+Somebody got to die
+Nobody got to know
+That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
+Somebody got to die
+If I go, you got to go
+Somebody gotta die
+Let the gunshots blow
+Somebody got to die
+Nobody got to know
+That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
+
+[Verse 2]
+Uhh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation
+Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
+"Some kid named Jason
+In a Honda station wagon
+Was braggin', about how much loot and crack he stackin'
+Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
+A small crew, 'round the time I was locked up with you"
+"True indeed"
+"But yo, nigga, let me proceed
+Don't fill them clips too high
+Give them bullets room to breathe
+Damn, where was I? Yeah
+Went outta town, blew the fuck up
+D-Roc went home
+And Jay got stuck the fuck up
+Hit him twice, caught him right for the Persian white
+Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)
+He figured Rock set 'em up, no question
+Wet 'em up no less
+Than 50 shots in his direction" (uhh)
+"How many shots?"
+"Man, nigga, I seen mad holes"
+"What kinda gats?"
+"Hitchlinks, Kochs, and Calicos"
+But fuck that
+I know where all them niggas rest at
+In the buildin' hustlin'
+And they don't be strapped
+Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
+Find a bag to put the guns in
+And c'mon if you're comin'
+[Chorus]
+Somebody gotta die
+If I go, you got to go
+Somebody got to die
+Let the gunshots blow
+Somebody got to die
+Nobody got to know
+That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
+Somebody got to die
+If I go, you got to go
+Somebody gotta die
+Let the gunshots blow
+Somebody got to die
+Nobody got to know
+That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
+
+[Verse 3]
+Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
+How it's gon' go down?
+Lay these niggas low-down
+"Slow down, ah, fuck all that plannin' shit
+Run up in they cribs and make the cats abandon ship!"
+See niggas like you do ten-year bids
+Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
+Not I
+One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
+Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
+Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
+I can't wait to fill my clip in his hips
+"Pass the chocolate, Thai!"
+Sing ain't lie
+There's Jason with his back to me
+Talkin' to his faculty
+I start to get a funny feeling
+Put the mask on in case this nigga start squealin'
+Scream his name out: ("Ay yo, playboy!")
+Squeezed six, nothin' shorter
+Nigga turned around holdin' his daughterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nasty Girl[Intro: Jazze Pha & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+The Biggie Duets! (Uhh!)
+Jazzy Fizzle, Jagged Edge (Biggie Smalls)
+Ladies and gentlemen!
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+I go on and on and on and
+Don't take 'em to the crib unless they bonin
+Easy, call 'em on the phone and
+Platinum Chanel cologne and
+I stay dressed to impress
+Spark these bitches interest
+Sex is all I expect
+If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
+They know, quarter past 4
+Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
+Except how I'm gettin home tomorrow
+Cease will drop you off when he see his P.O
+Back of my mind I hope she swallow
+Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows
+Reach the gate, hungry just ate
+Griffin, she got to be to work by eight
+This must mean she ain't tryna wait
+Conversate, sex on the first date
+I state, "You know what you do to me"
+She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
+Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt
+Step out, show me what you all about
+Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
+Pull your G-string down South (Ooow)
+I threw that back out, in the parking lot
+By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
+And I don't stop until I squirt
+Jeans, skirt, butt-naked - it all work
+[Hook: Jagged Edge & Jazze Pha]
+Gotta love my lil' nasty girl
+Know I love my lil' nasty girl
+I love my lil' nasty girl (Ladies and gentleman!)
+All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
+My lil' nasty girl
+All my women from around the world
+I love my lil' nasty girl
+All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
+
+[Verse 2: Diddy]
+(You know I like nasty girls...)
+I need you to dance, I need you to strip
+I need you to shake your lil' ass and hips
+I need you to grind like you workin' for tips
+And gimme what I need while we listen to Prince
+Cause miss you ain't seen the world yet, rocked La Perla yet
+Rocked them pearl sets, flew in a pearl jet
+My style make a low profile girl smile
+Blow a chick back like I blow through a trial (take that)
+And now you and me can drink some Hennessy
+Then we get it on, mad women wantin' to bone Sean Combs
+Sippin' on Patron, speedin' be leanin', got 'em fiendin'
+Then when I did it to you throw it right back (right back)
+And tell me "Yeah Diddy I like it like that" (like that)
+Lift your shirt, you know how I flirt
+Heels & skirt, let's take it off, now let's work (let's work!)
+[Hook: Jagged Edge]
+Gotta love my lil' nasty girl (So nasty)
+Know I love my lil' nasty girl (Gotta love 'em)
+I love my lil' nasty girl ('Cause I do)
+All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
+My lil' nasty girl
+All my women from around the world
+I love my lil' nasty girl
+All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
+
+[Bridge: Jagged Edge]
+J-E & B-I-G (what! what!)
+Got the keys from Diddy (uh! uh!)
+We're a Man lookin' no stress
+Meet us upstairs in ya best, yes!
+Dress to impress, spark this bitch's interest
+Jazzy on the beat so sweet
+Ladies if ya feel me grab ya titties for B-I-G
+
+[Verse 3: Nelly & Avery Storm]
+Okay ma, what's ya preference? (Whats ya preference?)
+Nice and slow or fast and reckless (Fast and reckless)
+Pull your hair girl, bite cha necklace! (Oh, yeah)
+Lemme show you what a nigga from the Lou' is blessed with (hey!)
+I make ya sprang a leak
+When I'm done flip the mattress change the sheets (gotta change 'em)
+I'm like the radical one
+I vibrate a lil' more than your mechanical one
+From yo' titties to ya thong
+Either way mama I'mma make you do what it do
+Girl I'm about to make you cum
+Guaranteed when you fuckin wit me, girl
+'Cause I'll go on and on and on
+On and on and on (You hear me? Oh!)
+On and on
+Ladies if you feel me, grab them thangs for Biggie
+[Hook: Jagged Edge & Jazze Pha]
+Gotta love my lil' nasty girl
+Know I love my lil' nasty girl
+I love my lil' nasty girl (You gotta love it, baby!)
+All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
+My lil' nasty girl
+All the women from around the world
+I love my lil' nasty girl
+All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
+Gotta love my lil' nasty girl
+Know I love my lil' nasty girl
+I love my lil' nasty girl
+All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
+My lil' nasty girl
+All the women from around the world
+I love my lil' nasty girl
+All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
+
+[Outro: Jazze Pha]
+Ladies & gentlemen you are now in tune into the very best
+Jazzy Fizzle... Nelly man, Jagged Edge
+The Notorious... NOTORIOUS! B-I-G
+THE BIGGIE DUETS! NOTORIOUS!
+BAD BOY! SHO NUFF SHO NUFF!
+NOTORIOUS!
+NOTORIOUS!
+Ladies & Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen...
+LET'S GO!
+LET'S GO!
+LET'S GO!
+LET'S GO! hey hey hey heyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Love the Dough[Intro: JAY-Z]
+Uhh, uhh
+Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, what
+Hah, what, how real is this?
+Uhh, uhh, how real is this?
+What? Uhh, what?
+Uhh
+
+[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
+We push the hottest V's, peel fast
+Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash
+Me and Biggie and the models be shakin' they sadiddy ass
+And Prada be somethin' you cats got to see
+And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
+Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown
+Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan
+Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice and I'm gone
+You cats is home screamin' the fight's on
+I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin' Tyson
+Same night, same fight
+But one of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell it
+People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
+And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
+And any chance you hit, we live for the moment
+Makes sense, don't it? Now make dollars
+Cats pop bottles, bone chicks that favor Idalis
+And rack up frequent flight mileage
+[Chorus: Angela Winbush]
+Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
+I love the dough, more than you know
+Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin'
+Watch is platinum, got jet lag from
+Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
+Make the best CDs and the best tapes
+Don't forget the vinyl; take girls, break spinals
+Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit
+You seen the Jesús, dipped to H classes
+Ice project off lights, chick flashes
+Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in the beards and mustaches
+Rock top fashions
+Ain't shit changed, 'cept the number after the dot on the Range
+Way niggas look at me now, kinda strange
+I hate y'all too
+Rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel
+It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
+Bitches used to go, "Ewww!"
+Still tote steel, I'm tryin' to see five mil off the single, for real
+You ain't fazin' the amazin'
+While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin'
+See you want see me all talkin' to sweetness
+Take it for weakness and leave quick
+Blocka, Roc-A-Fella, Bad Boy collabo
+Two MCs with mad dough, you know
+[Chorus: Angela Winbush]
+I love the dough, more than you know
+Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey (I love the dough)
+I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show)
+Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
+
+[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
+Miraculous, pockets stay full
+Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors
+Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers
+And we clap the doors of your Acuras
+Snap like, cameras on amateurs
+Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
+Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws
+Everybody got a part to play, back to yours
+Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
+Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss
+Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost
+And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all
+Too bad for y'all
+Ain't too many as bad as yours truly
+Do we, we laugh at y'all
+Little bastards y'all
+
+[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, uhh
+We hit makers with acres
+Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
+Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
+Country house, tennis courts on horseback
+Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster
+Who say mobsters don't prosper?
+Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars
+Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug pass your brain
+Reminisce on dames whose coochie used to stink
+When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links
+Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places
+Tito smile every time he see our faces
+Cases catch more than outfielders
+Half these rappin' cats ain't seen war
+Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame
+Speak my name, I make 'em Dash like Dame
+(We love the dough...)
+[Chorus: Angela Winbush]
+I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show)
+Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
+I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show)
+Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
+I love the dough, more than you know (ah yeah)
+Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
+I love the dough, more than you know
+Gotta let it show, I love the dough, heyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hold Ya Head[Hook: Bob Marley]
+Woman hold her head and cry
+Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
+Woman hold her head and cry
+Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
+Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
+It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
+Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
+God will probably have me on some real strict shit
+No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
+Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
+Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
+All my life I been considered as the worst
+Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
+Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
+I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
+
+[Hook - Bob Marley]
+Woman hold her head and cry
+Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
+Woman hold her head and cry
+Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
+[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
+I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
+Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
+And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
+I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
+The stress is buildin' up, I can't
+I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
+I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
+Naw you wouldn't understand
+You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
+Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
+Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
+People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
+My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
+She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
+I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
+Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
+
+[Hook - Bob Marley]
+Woman hold her head and cry
+Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
+Woman hold her head and cry
+Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
+
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
+I reach my peak, I can't speak
+Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
+I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
+Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+My Downfall[Intro]
+*Phone rings*
+Yo...hello? Faith?!
+*Click*
+*Phone rings*
+Yo
+Kill you, motherfucker
+Hello?
+Kill you, motherfucker
+Word?
+I'm gonna get you, motherfucker
+You better watch your motherfuckin' back
+That's my word nigga
+Get the fuck outta here
+Better watch your motherfuckin' back
+Watch my back? Word?
+I'm gonna get Biggie, I'm gonna kill Biggie
+You soft duke, you soft
+Fuck all you niggas, you all ain't SHIT
+Watch your motherfuckin' back
+Eat a dick
+*Click*
+
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
+Jealousy's a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers!
+If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker!
+See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down!
+Motherfuckers don't even know you, and they don't like you
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, I dream filthy
+My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
+Huh, what a set off
+Shoulda pushed him dead off, wipe the sweat off (uhh)
+'Cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
+Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
+Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man
+You wanna see me locked up, shot up
+Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!"
+Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
+Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers
+Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant
+Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot
+Givin' cats the opposite of diets
+You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
+I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
+Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
+Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter
+If it was up to me you would be with me
+Sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
+Silencers so you can't hear it
+Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me
+I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still
+[Chorus: DMC]
+That's not all, MC's have the gall
+To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray, they pray)
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again
+Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin'
+Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team and
+Be more gone than Freeman
+I took the cream and, moved to new places, new faces
+Fuck the screw faces, 'cause when I flip
+I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
+Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me
+My crew be unruly (what)
+Some old school cats that call gats toolies
+Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
+And fuck without rubbers (what)
+Specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers
+Who ya trustin', shit
+When Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin'
+Killin' ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
+Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home
+On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks
+'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit
+
+[Chorus: DMC]
+That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray)
+To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall
+That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray)
+To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall, fall
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)]
+We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds
+Niggas want my team to stop shinin'
+Pray my fame start declinin'
+Whinin' like girlies (stop whinin' you bitches)
+We been around the world twice, all we got is mo' ice
+And mo' nice, sacrifice your heart
+Lexus with the automatic start (what)
+Fifty shots'll tear your club apart
+Eatin' shrimp À la carte, with some bitches from Brussels
+Eatin' clams and mussels
+Uhh, octopus, pretty face no waist
+I just want the bush, so I can mack it
+Give her a package to push, 'cause I work them hoes
+Pendejos I show you how to play them hoes
+Can you just visualize it?
+Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet
+So I can sleep safe, not too many keep a mil' in the briefcase
+Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait
+
+[Chorus: DMC]
+That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray)
+To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall, fall
+
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
+See, y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity
+What y'all niggas need to get through your motherfuckin' heads
+Is that, y'all fuckin' with some niggas that's on a higher
+Motherfuckin' level -- we don't give a fuck
+About what you think about us how you feel about us
+What you got to say about us
+We gon keep doing our motherfuckin' thing
+From now 'til the year three thousand bitches!
+You can't breathe, you can't sleep, you can't eat
+Without thinkin' about us!
+And without thinkin' about us on your mind
+We gon' haunt your asses MOTHERFUCKERS!
+
+[Chorus: DMC]
+That's not all, MC's have the gall (they pray, they pray)
+To pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall (they pray)
+Pray and pray for my downfall, fall
+(They pray, they pray, they pray, they pray)
+(They pray, they pray)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Notorious B.I.G.[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yo, check it, Call Lil' Cease
+Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital
+(No-no-notorious)
+Man fuck that
+Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
+And go take about like twenty G's from Gino
+(No-no-notorious)
+Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
+Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
+(No-no-notorious)
+Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
+(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
+But the nurses is lovin me
+Sayin the best part of the day is my half
+Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath
+(Notorious) Niggas say I died dead in the streets
+Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
+Chillin, sittin on about half a million
+With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
+Next two years, I should see about a billion
+All for the love of drug dealin
+Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
+Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
+All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
+Raw flows, and that's how it goes
+[Hook: Puff Daddy]
+NOTORIOUS!
+C'mon.. we are, we are
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+He is.. he is..
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+
+[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
+This for my niggas slingin thangs, had my ring encaged
+Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
+For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
+That shit with the V-trim that win
+And the enormous fields disperse of rap
+On the road to the riches more furs to drag
+More niggas to kill, than birds to bag
+Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
+Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?"
+Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut (come on)
+That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck
+Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal (No-no-notorious)
+Niggas talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)
+Funny how quick these pricks forget
+Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit
+Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
+It's all good, you know who the clone is
+Fuck the Joneses, niggas tryin to keep up with the Combses
+[Hook: Puff Daddy]
+NOTORIOUS!
+C'mon y'all..
+NOTORIOUS!
+We are, we are .. (what's his name)
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?)
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?
+The Notorious K-I to the M (Notorious)
+That's me, on MTV, no doubt
+Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck!
+Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
+Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone
+(Notorious) Things done changed, but we continue to reign
+As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I
+Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
+I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position (Notorious) Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
+That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos
+We takin over like Francis
+Switchin our styles like the hottest new dances
+See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper
+Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
+(Notorious)
+[Outro: Puff Daddy]
+She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah
+NOTORIOUS!
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?)
+Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+We are, we are ..
+Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+We are, we are ..
+Bad Boy 2000
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..)
+And he won't stop
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+Cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh
+We are, we are.. (Brooklyn baby)
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+He is, he is..
+NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
+We are...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Want That Old Thing Back[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby
+Ralph Tresvant
+Biggie Smalls
+Listen...
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Ralph Tresvant]
+Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
+Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
+Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
+Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
+I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
+You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
+I get swift with the lyrical gift
+Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
+Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
+I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
+So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
+I'm in thirteens, know what I mean
+I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick
+Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit
+The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter
+Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby, I drop these
+Boricua mommies screamin' "Ay papi!"
+I love it when they call me Big Poppa
+I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
+Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow
+Fuck tae kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo'
+For niggas gettin' mad cause they bitch chose me
+A big black motherfucker with G ya see
+All I do is separate the game from the truth
+Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
+Gettin' Physical like Olivia Newt
+Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
+So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed
+I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed
+Even if your new man's a certified mack
+You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
+[Chorus: Ralph Tresvant]
+What you wanna do?
+I got that old thing back
+What you wanna see?
+Baby, sing relax and feel
+What you be, where you are
+You wouldn't start
+
+[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
+Bitches screamin' they want that old thing back
+Like B I Double G I E
+With some new R-U-L-E
+Notorious known for bustin' in ya E-Y-E, baby baby!
+Bitches know they love to hate me
+I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe
+How close we came to coming together is crazy
+How come you and your sis make similar faces
+When I come you be cryin' like I'm killin' ya bitches
+Knows when picture in the camera rollin
+Cause I only be knowin' how the shit's unfolded
+Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded
+Got a reload, like every so often
+You sayin' I got my swagger back
+I'm lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left
+It's so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
+They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
+Shit...
+[Chorus: Ralph Tresvant]
+What you wanna do?
+I got that old thing back
+What you wanna see?
+Baby, sing relax and feel
+What you be, where you are
+You wouldn't start
+
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
+Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls killin' me
+She mad because what we had didn't last
+I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
+Fuck the past let's dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
+The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
+Another hon's in the crib, please send her in
+I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot
+But lickin' clits had to stop
+Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
+Peep the funk flow, really though
+I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
+So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
+I mean the spandex and hit my man next
+Sex gettin' rougher when it come to the nut buster
+Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
+I don't chase em, I replace em
+And if I'm caressin' em, I'm undressin' em
+Fuck whatcha heard who's the best in New York
+Fulfillin' fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke
+Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
+And when I'm done I got to split shit
+Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin' for an intermission
+Fuck the kissin', lickin' down to your belly button, I ain't frontin'
+They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden
+[Chorus: Ralph Tresvant]
+What you wanna do?
+I got that old thing back
+What you wanna see?
+Baby, sing relax and feel
+What you be, where you are
+You wouldn't start
+
+[Puff Daddy: Outro]
+Biggie Smalls
+P. Diddy y'all
+Bad Boy for life
+Once again going to the top babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Miss U[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Lil Cease)]
+Fam, you know what I'm sayin? (No doubt, man)
+The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin' mad
+‘Cause, you know, that was my nigga, you know
+And like, I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit (yeah)
+I knew the shit was 'bout to go down
+And my man was like hyping me
+'Bout everywhere we go, me and O (pluggin' it)
+Me and O be together, and the nigga be like
+"Watch, I'm telling you when my man get on, it's gonna be some shit, we ain't gonna have to sell this shit no mo'
+I'm telling you" (aight?)
+And the nigga just got moked out like that, man (tch)
+That shit fucked me up, man
+(That shit fucked a whole lot of niggas up, man)
+Yo, man, I loved that nigga O too (say word)
+That was my motherfuckin' heart
+
+[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, dedicating this to my nigga O
+We miss you, nigga
+Going out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle
+Word up, shit is real in the field
+You know, sparkin' blunts to all you niggas; word up
+
+[Bridge: 112]
+Each and every day
+Daydreams of how we used to be
+See your family
+And that baby's lookin' just like you
+Why'd you go away?
+I've been missin' you lately
+Tell me what you're going through, oh yeah
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, uhh
+I remember sellin' three bricks of straight flour
+Got my man a beat down to the third power
+He didn't care, spent the money in a half hour
+Got some fishscale, reigned on competition like a shower
+Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin
+In '88, when Kane ruled with "Half Steppin'"
+A .38, a lot of mouth was our only weapon
+We was kings 'til the D's crept in
+And now I'm missin' him
+
+[Chorus: 112]
+Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
+Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
+Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you)
+Nah nah nah nah nah
+Oh tell me why why why why
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, we work all week, weekends we play the movies
+We rocked flattops, our girls rocked doobies
+Made a killin', even though the D's knew me
+Eventually, you know they try to do me
+Fuck it! Fed up, my nigga wanted to take it down South
+Sick of cops coming, sick of throwing jacks in his mouth
+Gave him half my paper, told 'em "Go that route!"
+Few months, he got his brain blown out, now I'm stressed
+His baby's mother, she trippin', blamin' me
+And his older brothers understand the game it be
+Kinda topsy-turvy; you win some, you lose some
+Damn, they lost a brother, they mother lost a son
+Fuck, why my nigga couldn't stay in N.Y.?
+I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried
+I, look in the sky and ask God why
+Can't look his baby girls in the eye
+Damn, I'm missin' him
+[Chorus: 112]
+Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
+Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
+(Tell me, tell me why)
+Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
+Nah nah nah nah nah
+Oh tell me why why
+(Tell me, tell me why) why why
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+There was this girl around the way that made cats drool
+Her name's Drew, played fools out they money in pool
+People swore we was fuckin', but we was just cool
+She used to hang while I slang my joints after school
+She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries
+My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me
+A little closer than the average girl's supposed to be
+Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her
+Then she started messin' with some major players
+Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers
+A dread kid, had a baby 'fore that bitch Taya
+Found out her baby's father cheating
+Now Drew, she gotta slay her
+One night, across from the corner store
+Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four
+Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door
+The dude lived – what my baby had to die for?
+I'm missin' her
+[Chorus: 112]
+Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
+Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
+(Tell me, tell me why, ooh)
+Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
+Nah nah nah nah nah
+Oh tell me why why why why (oh God tell me why)
+Ooh, I'm missin' you (tell me, tell me why)
+Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (ooh ooh)
+Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you)
+Nah nah nah nah nah
+Oh tell me why why why why
+Ooh, I'm missin' you
+Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
+Ooh, I'm missin' youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Friend of Mine[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+No, fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes
+All my niggas know
+Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, Gucci Don, you know how we play
+Fuckin' scandalous-ass bitches
+You know how it go, Gooch
+I meet a bitch, fuck a bitch
+Next thing you know, you fuckin' a bitch
+You just pass around shit, pass the shit like a cold and shit
+Fuck 'em
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim]
+Now when I'm fucking off gin I'm invincible
+Don't love no ho, that's my principle
+'Cause, uh, bitches come (And uh) bitches go (Uh)
+That's why I get my nut and I be out the fucking door (You know)
+They might be the one to set me up
+Want to get they little brother to wet me up
+That's why I tote TECs and stuff, to get them off my case
+Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced
+I don't give a bitch enough to catch the bus
+And when I see the semen I'm leaving
+Bitches be scheming, I kid you not
+That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked
+One ho said, Big, why you so hard on us?
+Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous?
+Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch
+'Cause when I like you, then you go and fuck my friend, bitch
+And you know that ain't right
+[Chorus]
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim]
+You see, I don't sweat these hoes
+I keep them in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds
+Bitches just like to play the merry-go
+Yeah we know, drop the scenario
+It was me, Dee, the MPV
+The blunts and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang
+M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch
+Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit
+Light the blunt clip and recognize a pimp
+Needless to speak, the G's obsolete
+Don't sleep, banged the skins in a week
+On the creep up the avenue
+I seen her on the block, who she rapping to?
+That's my nigga Dee, damn he got G
+Now she fucking him and fucking me, see
+You know that ain't right
+
+[Chorus]
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine, uh
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Now I play her far like a moon play a star
+She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap star
+I be cruising up the block, I be passing her
+Pimping hard with a female passenger
+And the only time I call her to hang
+Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gangbang
+She should have used her intuition
+Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen
+She's saying I dissed her 'cause I'm fucking her sister
+A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh
+But she started that fucking family
+She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? (True)
+Plus your sister look better than you
+Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
+So break the fuck out like a rash
+I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass
+
+[Chorus]
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
+You know that ain't right with a friend of mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The World Is Filled...[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
+The world is filled with pimps and hoes
+We'll just talk about those I knows
+The world is mine, can't you see?
+I'm just tryin' to be all I can be
+Ohhahhoahh, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
+Now first come the cash, then come the ass
+Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash
+When I score with a whore, she be game for sure
+Pimp so hard a nigga drag his mink on the floor
+Won't you admit it? I ain't gotta talk because I live it
+Any chick fuckin' with me, believe me, that's a privilege
+I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it
+See, you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it
+And Big be that nigga, we be flyin' through your hood
+And hood rats scopin' with their eyes on my goods
+See, we date 'em like we hate 'em, see 'em like we don't need 'em
+Treat 'em like we beat 'em, and never give up freedom
+And we only give our number to selected few
+And it's best that you never knew what good head'll do
+Turn a freak to a bisexual
+And if she's flexible, fuck the nigga next to you
+
+[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
+The world is filled with pimps and hoes
+We'll just talk about those I knows
+The world is mine, can't you see?
+I'm just tryin' to be all I can be
+Ohhahhoahh, yeah
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, uhh, uhh
+"When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin'
+Will I fuck him? Will I diss him?", that's what these hoes yellin'
+I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
+Y'all still chase 'em, I'll replace 'em
+Drunk off Dom, silk and gators
+Spittin' words, make a bird tell they flock see you later
+Whether, drunk or high, skunk or Thai
+Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon' fly
+Ain't gon' lie, pimped out her SSI
+Nigga don't ask why, just respect it
+She bought me the necklace, the bracelet
+The Benz-o - she laced it
+Crib-o, got it, interior decorated
+Now my popularity grew in each state
+Now I got 2 in each state
+Used to drink brew and eat steak
+Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates, shit
+
+[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
+The world is filled with pimps and hoes
+We'll just talk about those I knows
+The world is mine, can't you see?
+I'm just tryin' to be all I can be
+Ohhahhoahh, yeah
+[Verse 3: Too Short]
+I had a whole lot of bitches in my lifetime
+I been blessed with the game, always say the right lines
+Had a few prostitutes, and if you knew the truth
+They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you!
+She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch, man
+She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin' a rich man
+Now here you come, drop top ridin'
+You ain't no pimp, fake nigga, stop lyin'
+Pussy makes money, stick to the business
+Think about the real motherfuckers that lived it
+Street life, pimp shit, make the ho respect the game
+You bought her diamonds and cars, trick, that's a shame
+Say what you want, but I still figure
+She left you 'cause you couldn't be like them real niggas
+She was a hustler by nature and you was just faker
+Than the average simps, found a badder pimp
+
+[Outro: Too Short]
+Crazy ass man
+I never would have bought that bitch all them cars
+And all that shit you bought that hoe, man
+After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe!
+Man I'm 30 years old, nigga
+And that bitch was hoein' when I was in 9th grade and shit
+Think about that: she been around then right?
+Shit, you just a rest haven for hoes, man
+Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen
+Bitch only fuckin' with you cause you had a good ass job, nigga
+Nerd...treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her
+Stupid ass nigga, she ain't nothin' but a hoe!
+Bet you fell in love with her man!
+You can't turn a hoe into a housewife, fool
+Every time you turn your back, that bitch is fuckin' with them gangstas
+Eastside, Westside - these are my partners
+Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout nigga
+I tell you about some real pimps and hoes
+Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man
+Yeah I know a few, shit
+Beyotch!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fuck Me (Interlude)(Jodeci song playing in the background and sound of  Biggie and Lil Kim having sex on a bed.)
+
+[Lil Kim]
+Uuh, yeah, uh, oooh, oh yeah, mmm, yeah
+Oh fuck me you black mothafucka, oooohh yeah!!! MMMMMM, Aaahhh
+Oh fuck me you black Kentucky Fried Chicken eatin'
+Ohhh, ooohhh, yeah
+You mothafuckin' gangsta killin', mutha fuckin black mafia ass
+Muthafuckin, you, ohhhhh my god
+You chronic smokin', Oreo cookie eatin', pickle juice drinkin'
+Chicken gristle eatin', biscuit suckin', MUTHAfucka
+V8 juice drinkin', slim fast, blendin' black greasy muthafucka
+OOOHHHHH
+
+[Biggie]
+What's my name?
+
+[Lil Kim]
+Biggie!
+
+[Biggie]
+What's my name?
+
+[Lil Kim]
+Biggie!
+Oh yeah
+(Sound of Biggie and Lil Kim falling off the bed)
+
+[Biggie] I'm sorry
+[Lil Kim] Ahhhh....
+[Biggie] Oh shit. Damn
+[Lil Kim] (laughing) Jenny Craig eatin' muthafucka
+[Biggie] (laughing) Fuck you bitch...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Spit Your Game[Intro]
+Notorious
+Spit your game, talk your shit
+Grab your gat (Uuuuuu)
+Spit your game, talk your shit
+Grab your gat (Uuuuuu)
+(Swizzie!, Swizzie!)
+Spit your game, talk your shit(Y'all ready?)
+Grab your gat
+Call your clique
+Spit your game, talk your shit
+Grab your gat
+Call your clique
+(Where Brooklyn at? Hey, King of New York B.I.G., Twista, Bone)
+Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+Squeeze your clip
+Hit the right one
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+
+[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. & Swizz Beatz]
+Spit your game, talk your shit, Grab your gat, call your clique
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I gotsta light one
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip
+Hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(Uuuuuu)
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
+Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
+Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us
+Y'all niggas be scrambling, gambling
+Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins
+We just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin
+High off weed and lots of gin
+So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins
+Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you
+Been in this shit since '92
+Look at all the bullshit I been through
+Sure caught beef with you know who
+Fucked a few female stars or two
+Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit
+Not to be fucked with
+Motherfucker better duck quick, cause
+Me and my dogs love to buck shit
+Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
+No aspirations to quit the game
+Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
+Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique
+Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
+Pass that weed, I got to light one
+All them niggas I got ta fight one
+All them hoes I got ta like one
+Our situation is a tight one
+Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
+[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. & Swizz Beatz]
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip
+Hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(Uuuuuu)
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip
+Hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(Uuuuuu)
+[Verse 2: Twista and Swizz Beatz]
+(Ladies and gentlemen, Twista)
+Making money, living marvelous
+In God we trust
+Don't too many niggas wanna start with us
+Got big guns in the cars with us
+Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us
+They really wanna show you what a G.I.B
+I'd rather be sipping Remy in V.I.P
+We can hear the music and that'll be by me
+Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G (Uuuuu)
+Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checking out the flow
+You know it's gon' reign with persistence
+Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence
+Let's get it cracking, I love to bust flows
+Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho
+Do it for the city, I love Chicago
+Calico's bumping, I love to bust dough (Jeeesus)
+You think you could spit on the mic like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I
+Shit, it's real, you know you love em, you ain't got Ready To Die
+Life After Death, give it to you however you want it nigga
+Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga, Huuuu
+Cause the shit it get deep
+So I carry big heat
+Screaming "come and get me"
+Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie)
+Free mils, 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
+
+[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. & Swizz Beatz]
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I gotsta light one
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip
+Hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(Uuuuuu)
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I gotsta light one
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip
+Hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(Uuuuuu)
+
+[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone and (Swizz Beatz)]
+(Them Bone boys is back! Them Bone boys is back! Let's go)
+In the middle of it I'mma
+Bring niggas more drama then they baby mamas
+Nigga wanna battle I'mma bomb ya
+One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas
+Like terracotta, niggas always ready for the war
+But they really don't wanna see a nigga though
+We can get em in a minute then we finish with the venom of the rhythm of a nigga with a sick-o-flow
+Doing it with Swizz, oh no!
+You niggas is in some trouble
+Somebody better call po-po, it's gonna be murder when I get to serving them verbally (Yeah!)
+Nigga y'all heard of me
+Wig splitter, killer nigga, word to me
+And I'm classic like Bird and Magic with a tactic to snatch his rep back and stack some platinum
+Dumping on them at random
+With the bullets I brand them
+Fitting to hold the game ransom, running up in your mansion, cash demanding, flashing cannons (Let's go)
+Niggas ain't ready for this one cause (C'mon) I'm on a mission to get even better believe it
+I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me
+If you want to see me, let that be the reason (C'mon, B.I.G.!)
+
+[Hook]
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I gotsta light one
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip
+Hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(Uuuuuu)
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I gotsta light one
+(come on)
+Squeeze your clip
+Hit the right one
+(come on)
+Pass that weed I got to light one
+(Uuuuuu)
+
+[Outro: Swizz Beatz and (Krayzie Bone)]
+(Notorious! Notourious!)
+You just heard the sounds of the King of New York
+B.I.G. (B.I.G.)
+There's only one crownEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Another[Intro: Big, Lil' Kim]
+Yeah, fuck you
+Fuck you too
+Fuck you bitch
+Fuck you motherfucker
+You ain't shit anyway, fuck you
+You ain't shit, you fat motherfucker
+Yeah, whatever whatever
+Whatever
+You wasn't sayin' that when you was suckin' my dick
+You wasn't sayin that when you was eatin' my pussy
+You nasty bitch
+You a nasty motherfucker
+Check it, uhh
+(Crab ass nigga)
+
+[Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue
+You cut the hooker off and find someone new
+I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uh-huh, uhh, uhh
+I know he don't treat you like I treat you
+Time to explain your game is see-through
+Sex is lethal, I ain't gon' lie
+Means to get ya back, I ain't gon' try
+Like this y'all, my girl sucked another nigga dick, y'all
+Light skinned with the chromed out six, y'all
+Thought they was creepin', took trips to V-A every third weekend
+While you was sleepin', he hit you on the box
+Sixty-nine code non-stop
+Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not
+You knew too much, the relationship grew too much
+You knew about the crack vials, means to be trial
+Where I hid dough under the bathroom tile
+Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing
+Then things got frightenin'
+Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rothstein
+Guess you Ginger, huh, go figure
+Never thought you could be a gold-digger
+Take my dough and spend with the next nigga
+Asked my man Jigga, my ace boon coon
+Told me cut the bitch off 'fore the shit balloon
+Now I'm like Brandy, Sittin' in My Room
+Pissy drunk listenin' to Stylistics tunes
+Or the O'Jays, thinkin' 'bout the old days
+My nigga's like, fuck that bitch, go play
+Baller, when she beep you, don't call her
+Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula
+She was askin' 'bout ya whereabouts
+Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out
+Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight
+We'll be all fuckin' tonight, knahmean?!
+(I'm fuckin' you toniiight..) feel me? Uhh
+[Refrain 2: Lil' Kim]
+What do ya do when your man is untrue
+Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new
+I need another man, in my life
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Mmm, uhhh, uhhh!
+'Member when you said you would die for me, shit
+All of that was just lies to me
+Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me
+Now you cry for me, like Jodeci
+It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back y'all
+Black nasty and mad fat y'all; shoulda seen the ho
+Nigga pack your shit, you out the do', ohh
+What about the fight in The Mirage?
+I seen ya Benz parked outside my sister's garage
+Said it was your friend Rog, bullshit
+I ain't gonna keep puttin' up wit the bullshit
+And still I, never sweat these bitches
+Q.B. hang like plaques on the wall in your pictures
+Scale them fishes, my love is concrete
+Stashin' your heat in the passenger seat of the Nautica Jeep
+We've been down for so long
+Still a bitch like me tryin' to hold on
+Teary eyed, damn a bitch steamin'
+Girls steady screamin', "Kim you need to leave him!"
+When I testified in court
+Couldn't think straight thinkin' 'bout the bitches I fought
+Over you, nigga have the shit you bought
+And fuck you, movin' is my last resort
+You see, nine outta ten niggas ain't shit
+One outta five niggas suck a dick
+You're mad at me, too bad she ain't as bad as me
+Shoulda kept the freak bitch off my canapé
+Now you see, ain't no pussy warm as mine
+Long as mine, ain't no love as strong as this
+When I sucked your dick, it's like smokin' a roach
+Uhh, why go from first class to coach
+[Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue
+You cut the hooker off and find someone new
+I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life
+
+[Refrain 2: Lil' Kim]
+What do ya do when your man is untrue
+Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new
+I need another man, in my life
+
+[Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue
+You cut the hooker off and find someone new
+I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life
+
+[Refrain 2: Lil' Kim]
+What do ya do when your man is untrue
+Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new
+I need another man, in my lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Last Day[Chorus: Jadakiss]
+Can I live 'til my last day?
+Hittin' honies that be na-sty
+Gettin' money in the fast way
+And I only care halfway
+But I still can't let you pass me
+
+[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
+Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
+That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
+When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
+Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
+When we do our shit we do our shit for real
+While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
+Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
+I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
+Rock top shit you know how The LOX get
+Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
+LOX and B-I, hold our grica down for years
+Gang not, but we been had our black tears
+Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got
+Underground, all above must get shot
+You couldn't book me Dano, Sheek Luciano put the burners
+To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all
+
+[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
+You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
+Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
+Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
+I give this faggot a french kiss
+Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
+Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
+You know about life after kickin' the kid in
+Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
+Scri-dam, the flow is forbidden
+Either you ridin' or you dyin' 'cause we swingin' iron
+LOX and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
+Who gon' stop us? Your last joint double copper
+You gettin' money or your runnin' from the Feds
+Ain't nothin' over here but 16 with one in the head
+And I solemnly swear
+That all y'all niggas out there got a problem this year
+[Chorus: Jadakiss]
+Can I live 'til my last day?
+Hittin' honies that be na-sty
+Gettin' money in the fast way
+And I only care halfway
+But I still can't let you pass me
+Can I live 'til my last day?
+Hittin' honies that be na-sty
+Gettin' money in the fast way
+And I only care halfway
+But I still can't let you pass me
+
+[Verse 3: Styles P]
+Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down
+The flow like water get deep and you drown
+With no soul, many niggas roll with no goal
+Even the small gun got a little black hole
+Your destiny is something you can never figure out
+Niggas is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth
+There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame
+There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
+Live with it got money you better give with it
+My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
+Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
+Advice from the wise, slice the pies
+Too many schemes devised when dreams collide
+Teams provide war for the street to absorb
+You stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
+Only a blind thug'll fall in love with a whore
+[Break: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, uhh, uhh
+
+[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
+My Desert E's make MC's freeze
+You wakin' up in cold sweats, they just dreams
+You still apologizin'
+Analyzin', my size and your size and
+Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
+You just pop wines, I must pop nines
+Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
+You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
+We can hook up, all I see is the future
+Disrespect, I shoot ya
+By the way, them bricks get flipped weekly
+Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
+Die for a dollar, nigga, life ain't sweet
+Play for keeps, wet shirts with experts on the creep
+Our beef is my fiancé, about to marry it
+Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
+Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
+Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
+My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
+Fuck around and get an ulcer, loose your pulse or
+Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
+For them homos, still doin' promos
+Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo
+Got shine to glow mo'
+Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo'
+[Chorus: Jadakiss]
+Can I live 'til my last day?
+Hittin' honies that be na-sty
+Gettin' money in the fast way
+And I only care halfway
+But I still can't let you pass me
+Can I live 'til my last day?
+Hittin' honies that be na-sty
+Gettin' money in the fast way
+And I only care halfway
+But I still can't let you pass me
+Can I live 'til my last day?
+Hittin' honies that be na-sty
+Gettin' money in the fast way
+And I only care halfway
+But I still can't let you pass meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nasty Boy[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, word
+I remember I met this one bitch
+'Cause you know me, I don't see— I'm the nasty motherfucker
+I just thought— I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeah?)
+I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot or whatever
+The bitch got the candles lit or whatever, so
+She tell me whatever, she wanna get her freak on or whatever
+So I'm like "What's up? What'chu wanna do?"
+Know what I'm sayin', I'm read to wear it out or whatever (ksss)
+The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her (hahaha)
+Ya know, shit, I was like, "Whatchu mean shit?"
+I mean I might shit on you, after I hit it I won't call you no more
+Shit on you like that (hahaha)
+She talkin about no she want me to cock over her
+And shit, on her stomach! (hehehe)
+I said bitch what the, what the fuck??
+What the fuck I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on her
+I'm s'posed to hit that after that?
+She's just wilding out, so after I shits on the bitch right (hahaha)
+Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch
+The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever
+(Ohh shit)
+
+[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+Come on, yeah, come on
+Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
+Come on, yeah, come on
+Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
+Come on, yeah, come on
+Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
+Come on, yeah, come on
+Come on, yeah, come on
+[Break: Notorious B.I.G]
+This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
+Representin' on the freaky freaky
+Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night
+We don't love these hoes
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I go on and on and on and
+Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin'
+Easy, call 'em on the phone and
+Platinum Chanel cologne and
+I stay, dressed to impress
+Spark these bitches interest
+Sex is all I expect
+If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
+They know, quarter past 4
+Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
+Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow
+Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O
+Back of my mind I hope she swallow
+Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows
+Reach the gate, hungry just ate
+Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
+This must mean she ain't tryna wait
+Conversate, sex on the first date
+I state, "You know what you do to me"
+She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
+Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt
+Step out, show me what you all about
+Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
+Pull your G-string down South
+Threw that back out, in the parkin' lot
+By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
+And I don't stop, until I squirt
+Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work
+[Chorus: Kelly Price]
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I remember we went to Tennessee
+Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
+Bitch named Simone
+Screamin, she fiendin' for the semen
+Me bein' the man that I am
+Took it to her condo pronto
+Half Indian, I called her Tonto
+Roll the chron' chron' in the dark pronto
+Few puffs, eyes got low
+And off to the bedroom we go
+Sex is drama, head is trauma
+Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow
+Satisfyin' all my needs twice
+With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
+The bitch is nice, word is bond
+Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? What?
+[Chorus: Kelly Price]
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Ladies, my Mercedes
+Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat
+Keep a gat 'cause cats try fi test me
+They just fans like De Niro, Wesley
+Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on
+Gardeur jeans look like they painted on
+Ask thee, leave it up to me
+Lay her on back ever so gently
+She like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll up
+Cristal 'til she throw up, bitch grow up
+Hold up, there's DeGenero
+Dripped out, Iceberg apparel
+Intro goes without speaking
+Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin'
+All weekend, so, roll in
+Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin'? Uhh
+
+[Chorus: Kelly Price]
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, you nasty
+You nasty boy, nigga you so nastyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Big Booty Hoes[Intro: Too $hort]
+Beeotch!
+Talk about these hoes Big..
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut
+Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up
+Ain't that a slut (HELL YEA) she even take it in the butt
+Fuck for bout a hour, now she want a golden shower
+You didn't know that we be pissin on hoes, bitch (BEOTCH)
+Luke and Biggie straight shittin on hoes, bitch (BEOTCH)
+Lick your toes, bitch? (BEOTCH) Fuck no, you must be crazy
+Squirt in your face and then I'm Swayze (bitch)
+Recognize G, straight up, I can't knock ya
+After Big Poppa, fuck ALL of Junior M.A.F.I.A
+The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
+Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
+I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
+With the flyest bitch gettin head on the highway (ridin)
+My way deep throat on Luke's boat
+When the moon rises, I'm cumin in her eyes-es (do it)
+Just the way players play
+Leave it up to me, I get fucked all day (yeah)
+Sucked all day, smokin blunts, countin cheese
+Fucking bitches til they assholes bleed
+What you say ba-by
+[Hook: Too $hort & Biggie]
+All I want is hoes, big booty hoes
+Check it out, here's another one
+All I want is hoes, big booty hoes
+(Don't take em to the crib unless they bonin)
+
+[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh.. uhh..
+Biggie bag bitches from barbecues to barmitzvah's
+The dick don’t fit, use your lips cause.. (use em)
+I'm feelin kinda itchy for a quickie
+Don't take off your coat, all you got to do is lick me
+Me eat you, I beat you, then greet you to the door bitch
+Cause I don't love you no more
+Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me?
+You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby
+In the duke shoot, then the bitch get the boot
+Unless she lick ass and blow dicks like flutes
+I like em cute, round tits and fat asses
+Educated, so I can bust off on they glasses
+I wanna cum on your tongue and gums, all night
+The bitch drink nuts by the pint
+
+[Pre-Hook: Too $hort]
+Drink it bitch!
+All of these hoes do that shit
+[Hook: Too $hort & Biggie]
+All I want is hoes, big booty hoes
+Check it out, here's another one
+All I want is hoes, big booty hoes
+(Don't take em to the crib unless they bonin)
+
+[Verse 3: Too $hort]
+It's after midnight, it's time to come up
+Fuckin with some sluts tryin to bust a nut
+I ain't seen this many hoes in a long time
+I wanna make em all mine (get down ho)
+But it's gettin kinda late, and I cain't wait
+Bitch fuck a first date
+I pulled out my dick, she called me rude..
+.. but then she ate it like food (tramp)
+Then she noticed the limp and the whip
+Recognize game, you've been pimped by a pimp
+Throw all that trick shit, out the window
+You come up short tryin to doubt the pimp ho
+Too $hort baby, straight from Oakland
+Ho money is my fix and I can't be broken
+Freak bitches all on my dick
+We on some Brooklyn - Oakland, California shit (beotch!)
+
+[Hook: Too $hort & Biggie]
+All I want is hoes, big booty hoes
+Check it out, here's another one
+All I want is hoes, big booty hoes
+(Don't take em to the crib unless they bonin)
+[Outro: Too $hort]
+You knew I was a dog when you met me bitch (BITCH)
+Ha ha, fo' sho' (YEAHH)
+Tell you anything you wanna hear right about now
+To the spot, that's where we goin baby
+See we goin to the spot
+Do our thang like we always do
+You ain't know?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro[Skit: Puff Daddy]
+Push
+C'mon, shorty, stay push, c'mon
+C'mon, c'mon, push it's almost there
+One more time, c'mon
+C'mon, push, baby, one more time
+Harder, harder, push it harder
+Push, push, c'mon
+One more time, here it goes
+I see the head!
+Yeah, c'mon!
+Yeah! Yeah!
+You did it, baby, yeah!
+
+[Interlude]
+But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
+The only game you know is do or die
+Ah-ha-ha
+Hard to understand what a hell of a man...
+Hip hop the hippie the hippie
+To the hip hip hop and you don't stop
+Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang
+The boogie to the boogie that be
+Now, what you hear is not a test...
+[Skit: 'Prince' Charles Alexander]
+God damn it, Voletta, what the fuck are you doin'?
+You can't control that God damn boy? What?
+I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting
+What the fuck are you doin'? (Get your black ass the fuck off!)
+You can't control that God—
+I don't know what the fuck to do with that boy
+What the fuck do you want me to do?
+If— if you can't con— fucking control him
+I'ma send him— (All you fucking do is bitch all day, motherfucker)
+I'ma send him— Bitch, bitch, I—
+I'ma send his motherfuckin' ass to a group home God damn it, what?
+I'll smack the shit outta you, bitch! (Kick my black ass, motherfucker!)
+What the fuck?
+Yo— You— You are fucking up (Comin' in here, smellin' like sour socks, you dumb motherfucker)
+I'ma fuck you up
+
+[Interlude]
+When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt
+Gizmo's cuttin' up for thee
+Suckers that's down with nei—
+[Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Accomplice]
+What, nigga, you wanna rob them motherfuckin' trains, you crazy?
+Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin' right, nigga, yes
+Nigga, what the fuck, nigga? We gonna get—
+Nigga, it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
+Yeah, nigga, but, but, nigga—
+Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker?
+We need to get some motherfuckin' paper, nigga
+Yeah, but nigga, it's a train, ain't nobody robbed no motherfucking train
+Just listen, man, your mother giving you money, nigga?
+My moms don't give me shit, nigga
+It's time to get paid, nigga
+Is you with me?
+Motherfucker, is you with me?
+Yeah, I'm with you, nigga, c'mon
+Alright then, nigga, let's make it happen then
+All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin' floor!
+Get on the motherfucking floor!
+Give me all your motherfucking money (And don't move, nigga!)
+I want the fuckin' jewelry, give me every-fuckin'-thing
+Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out! (Gimme your fuckin' money, motherfucker!)
+Nigga, give me your jewelry, empty your pockets (Fuck you, bitch)
+Get up off that shit
+What the fuck you holding on to that shit for, bitch?
+[Interlude]
+I get money, money I got
+Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot
+[Instrumental]
+[Part 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Guard]
+Open C-74, Smalls
+Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
+So how does it feel leaving us?
+C'mon man, what kind of fucking question is that man?
+Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog
+Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
+You niggers always are
+Go ahead man, what the fuck is you hollering about?
+You won't see me up in this motherfucker no more
+We'll see
+I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rap Phenomenon[Intro]
+"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
+"Meth-Tical.."
+"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
+Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
+The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
+Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
+Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
+So I grab it, never run, the outcome
+Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
+Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
+Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
+The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
+It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
+It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
+But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
+I could chill, the heat doesn't
+Ran up in your shell about a dozen, you never see bank like Frank White
+Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
+You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
+
+[Verse 2: Redman]
+Yo.. yo yo
+I don't brown nose out of town hoes
+I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
+I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
+You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
+Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
+I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
+Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
+I stopped trusting niggas since Gotti got caught
+It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
+By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
+I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
+I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
+The Doc was born with a grenade palm
+I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
+Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy
+If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G & Method Man]
+This rule is so underrated
+Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
+Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
+Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon
+This rule is so underrated
+Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
+Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
+Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, uhh
+I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
+Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
+Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
+Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
+Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
+Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
+From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
+Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
+Don't forget, "One More Chance" and my other hits, other shit
+Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally
+In and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
+Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
+Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
+Frank Wizzah, far from soft or fragilla
+Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
+Slash guerilla, slash illest turned iller
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+Now now
+Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
+I take these adolescents back to Spofford
+Mentally, my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side, that's infinity
+Too many sick niggas, nickel nines bring the remedy
+When you play the field, what's the penalty?
+Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
+Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
+Until they got love for my music
+Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
+And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
+This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
+High bar flow-er with no equal
+Niggas swingin' swords in the WAR, that's my people
+Sho' nuff, before I roll up, this is a hold up
+Hands high, reach for the sky
+I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
+New York Shitty, put they weight on it
+And who better for the job than Biggie?
+The Notorious, Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
+And touch individual, small frame buck and change
+MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
+All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
+Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
+Hot — forcin' my way up in the door
+To kill the bullshit like a matador
+Keep your hands high (what?)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+1970 Somethin’[Intro: Notorious B.I.G. (Faith Evans)]
+1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'
+1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' (Oooooh)
+1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' (Ooh ooh oooooh)
+1970 somthin'
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G. (Faith Evans)]
+1970 somethin'
+Nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is late
+So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
+In this world, the fly girl (Yeah)
+Tanqueray or Hennessy until I called Earl
+Ten months in this gut, what the fuck (Hey yeah)
+I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
+While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit (Ooh)
+New York, New York ready for the likes of this
+Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st
+2:19 is when my mama water burst
+No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself
+To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
+Umbilical chord's wrapped around my neck (Ooh)
+I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step
+I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy (Ooooh ooh ooh)
+The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy."
+
+[Hook: Faith Evans (BIG)]
+I remember back in time
+(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
+Before all the homies died
+Before all the dollars and nines
+I knew that I was goin' somewhere
+(19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin')
+Let me take you back in time
+Before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes
+I knew that I was goin' somewhere yeah
+[Verse 2: The Game (Faith Evans)]
+Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
+Swear to God, to reverse it, I'll give my Left Eye
+With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed-Stuy (Ooh)
+Checkin' his daughter, Tyanna into junior high (Yeah)
+If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive
+In 2006, it might sound like this
+NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's
+With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge (Ohh ohh)
+High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez
+Puerto Ricans with fat asses (Ooh ooh)
+Blazed dutch masters, we dump ashes
+On models in S classes for you bastards (Ohh ohh)
+Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin'
+You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wrapped in plastic
+Tell the captain to ask Rog' What's Happenin'?
+I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum (Ooooh ooh ooh)
+
+[Hook: Faith Evans (BIG)]
+(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
+I remember back in time
+Before all the homies died
+Before all the dollars and nines
+I knew that I was goin' somewhere
+(19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin')
+Let me take you back in time
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G. (Faith Evans)]
+Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts makin' cream
+On the drug scene, fuck a football team (Yeah-ah)
+Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
+Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream (Ooh oh)
+I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
+So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up (Ohh)
+Mom said that I should grow up, and check myself (No-oo)
+Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself (Oooh)
+Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it
+Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it (Oh yeah)
+Rap was secondary, money was necessary
+Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
+C-74, Mark 8 set me straight
+Not able to move behind a great steel gate (Oh no)
+Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
+All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail
+
+[Hook: Faith Evans (BIG)]
+I remember back in time
+(1970 somethin')
+Before all the homies died
+Before all the dollars and nines
+I knew that I was goin' somewhere
+(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
+Let me take you back in time
+Before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes
+I knew that I was goin' somewhere yeah
+(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
+Said I knew I
+(1970 somethin')
+And I knew that I was going somewhere yeah
+(Nine- teen 70 somethin')
+Ooooh, oooooh
+1970 somethin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Playa Hater[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Good evening, and for my last hit
+I'd like to take you back to the classic
+A-hem, B.I.G. style of course, uhh
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & (Keanna Benson)]
+Playa (Hater)
+Turn your head 'round (Turn your head 'round)
+Lay on the ground, you've been robbed
+Wake up (Wake up)
+Open the door (Open the door)
+Lay on the floor, you've been robbed, uhh
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+You know, we need this money
+And you, yes baby, you, should just roll with me
+Let's go off, together
+On this robbin' spree, we'll make money, uhh
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & (Keanna Benson)]
+Playa (Hater)
+Turn your head 'round (Turn your head 'round)
+Take off that crown, you've been robbed
+Wake up (Wake up)
+Open the door (Open the door)
+Don't cry no more, you've been robbed
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
+You see, there are two kinds of people in the world today
+We have the playas, and we have the playa haters
+Please don't hate me because I'm beautiful baby
+
+[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
+Hear what they talk about me
+But my crew so deep
+You can't do a damn thing, to me
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., (Keanna Benson) & Puff Daddy]
+Playa (Hater)
+Open the door (Open the door)
+Lay on the floor, you've been robbed
+Wake up (Wake up)
+(Wake your ass up)
+Take off your jewels (Take off your jewels)
+You fuckin fools, you've been robbed, uhh
+This is a robbery, nigga
+
+[Bridge: The Notorious B.I.G. & (Keanna Benson)]
+Playa playa (Hater)
+Playa playa (Hater)
+Playa playa (Hater)
+Playa playa (Hater)
+Playa hater (Hater)
+Playa hater (Hater)
+Playa hater (Hater)
+[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Uhh, thank you, thank you very much *Applause*
+Playa hater
+Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kind
+Thank you, thank you very much
+Good night everybody, good night!
+Playa hater
+I love all of you, thank you thank you
+Thank you, thank you very much, good night!
+Playa hater, playa hater, oww!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Niggas[Hook]
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (Niggas!)
+To all my Bronx (Niggas!)
+To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!)
+(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!)
+
+[Verse 1]
+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 ki's, making crazy G's
+Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
+On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you
+Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
+Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
+Damn, a nigga's style is unorthodox
+Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
+Just in case a nigga want to act out
+I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
+That's a real nigga for ya
+
+[Hook]
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (Niggas!)
+To all my Bronx (Niggas!)
+To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!)
+(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!)
+[Verse 2]
+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
+That's 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 don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
+Up north, bound first stop for the town
+Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill
+You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
+Ha-Hah! Yo G, pass the buddha
+
+[Hook]
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (Niggas!)
+To all my Bronx (Niggas!)
+To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!)
+(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!)
+
+[Hook]
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (Niggas!)
+To all my Bronx (Niggas!)
+To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!)
+(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!)
+[Verse 3]
+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 I'm paid, I want to get laid
+Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
+I'd rather beat my dick than trick
+And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck
+I'd 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, I'm leaving
+
+[Hook]
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (Niggas!)
+To all my Bronx (Niggas!)
+To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!)
+(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!)
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (Niggas!)
+To all my Bronx (Niggas!)
+To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!)
+(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!)
+
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (Niggas!)
+To all my Bronx (Niggas!)
+To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!)
+(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!)
+
+To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
+To all my Uptown (Niggas!)
+To all my Bronx (Niggas!)
+To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!)
+(Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!)
+
+[Outro]
+[Operator]
+The hotel guest you have called is unavailable
+You may leave a private recorded message at the tone or press zero and a hotel operator will assist you
+You may start your message now, press zero to return to the attendant
+
+[Too $hort]
+Ayo B.I.G., what's up, man? It's $hort, man
+Heard you in Miami, boy, give me a call
+I got some, bitches, man; I got eight bitches
+I got some chronic, I got the keys to Luke's crib, nigga That nigga ain't gonna be here for two weeks
+Hit me up, dude; hit me up
+It's $hort, man; it's Short
+Holla at me, a'ightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Real Niggaz[Intro]
+A-yeah!
+Bad Boy in the house for the '95
+Big shout out to my man Mel Smith
+To my man Don Cee Shan in the house
+What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
+
+[Verse One]
+Sick of mama screamin' that "Get a job, nigga"
+Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
+Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (uh-huh)
+Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
+Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
+So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood (uh-huh)
+'Cause baby-mama screamin', "Your daughter 12 months"
+Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts (ugh)
+Hangin' with the niggas don't pay the bills
+And being broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
+So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
+Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)
+Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever
+Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
+Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please!
+Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses, we don't leave
+
+[Hook]
+On the road to riches and diamond rings
+Real niggas do real things
+Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
+Real niggas do real things
+On the road to riches and diamond rings
+Real niggas do real things
+Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
+Real niggas do real things, ugh!
+And the saga continues, uh
+[Interlude: Radio Skit]
+Radio check, back on the phones! I got a caller. Caller, your name?
+Yo, this is Jam
+Who?
+Jam!
+DJ Jam?
+DJ Jam!
+Fuck you doing on the phone? Man, you supposed to be helping me do this Biggie thing...
+Man, if JC can get up in here and do his, you know what I'm saying, lil' roll call, lil' thing, I know I can get up in here and introduce mine. You know what I'm saying?
+Aight, yo
+Can I run it down?
+Yeah, aight
+I'ma just let the record spin and this what I want you to play, right?
+Aight!
+You can hit me off with uh, first, with "Ready to Die."
+Yeah
+Come back with "One More Chance."
+Mhm
+Then you know you gotta hit that "The What" with the Mr. Mef, right?
+Yeah
+And then, since it is a "Everyday Struggle" out there, you can hit me with that joint, too
+That's right. Now bring your ass back in this room and get back on them turntables
+
+[Spoken]
+Yeah, Bad Boy in the house
+Blowing up the spot and all that
+And all this paper, son
+Keep it real, son
+PR in the house
+Nasim
+Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest
+[Verse 2]
+After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
+I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade
+Mad games: pool tables and candy (uh-huh)
+A little extra trickin' loot be comin' in handy
+Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5, bought the 6
+Del Vec, copped the Lex, we was set (ugh!)
+Nino had work all in the projects
+Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit
+No one could stop it, we was livin it up
+All the sexy young bitches stressin', givin' it up
+Same bitches suckin' dick, tryin' their best to thrill me
+Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me
+Soon as she spoke, on that note, I saw trenchcoats
+One had a MAC spittin', all I saw was gunsmoke
+The other had a shotty, I was shootin' everybody
+And I wasn't missin' (ugh), had to get out this position
+Niggas still hittin', feeling hot ones in my back
+Licked six shots, smoked the nigga with the MAC
+The nigga with the shotty still bustin', cussin'
+Maricóns and putas, all I'm tryin to do is shoot ya
+Two shots in the Ruger, booyah! Blew his ass out
+Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)
+
+[Hook]
+On the road to riches and diamond rings
+Real niggas do real things
+Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
+Real niggas do real things
+On the road to riches and diamond rings
+Real niggas do real things
+Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
+Real niggas do real things (ugh, ugh)
+[Break]
+And the saga continues
+Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 piece
+Real niggas, aight
+
+[Interlude]
+Yo check it
+Call Lil Cease, tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
+Fuck that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about 20 Gs from Nino
+Tell that motherfucker to get this nigga next door up out of here, that nigga be snoring all night, I can't sleep
+And call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick, ugh!
+
+[Verse 3]
+The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
+(Ugh!) But the nurses is lovin' me
+Sayin' the best part of the day is my half
+Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge bath (ugh)
+Niggas say I died dead in the streets
+Nigga, I'm gettin' high, gettin' head on the beach
+Chillin (ugh!), sittin on about half a million
+With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
+Next two years, I should see about a billion (yeah)
+All for the love of drug dealing (ugh!)
+Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (yeah)
+Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
+All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme (yeah)
+Raw flows, and that's how it goes
+
+[Hook]
+On the road to riches and diamond rings (yeah)
+Real niggas do real things
+Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
+Real niggas do real things
+On the road to riches and diamond rings
+Real niggas do real things
+Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
+Real niggas do real things, ugh!
+
+[Outro]
+Check it out (ugh)
+The Notorious B.I.G. be representing BK to the fullest (right...)
+Junior Mafia for life!
+Give a shoutouts to DJ Jam! (yeah)
+Craig Frazier! Homicide!
+The whole Radio Check crew! (yeah)
+Death Row! The West Coast!
+My nigga Wiz, my nigga JC (yeah)
+Money Mal, Big Pump!
+The whole Junior Mafia clique (right...)
+Representing, Uncle Paulie (yeah)
+(Junior Mafia!)
+9-5 motherfuckers!
+Get high motherfuckers! (Junior Mafia!)
+Ready to Die motherfuckers!
+And if you don't know...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can I Get Witcha[Intro]
+[Big] Huh?
+[Cee] Cease-a-Lee'
+[Big] Doggystyle.. YEAH!
+[Cee] B.I.G
+[Big] Uhh.. to all the ladies in the house!
+[Cee] Where they at?
+[Big] Uhh, uhh, check it out
+[Cee] C'mon Big
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G]
+Another day in the ghetto
+One look outside I'm already upset yo
+It look about a hundred-and-two
+It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nothing to do
+Uhh, I'm interrupted by a phone ring {*brrrrring*}
+Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfucking thing
+"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"
+Yo, who dis? "Taisha" Yo call back, I'm busy
+Why don't ya hit me on the box a little later
+Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator
+Steps out it's 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 {*SMACK*}
+That's the one I gotta get with
+[Hook 1: Notorious BIG]
+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
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G]
+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 ain't November
+This ain't Thanksgiving, you ain't Michael Bivins
+Mack it up, flip it, rub it down
+Do me baby, I ain't down
+My name ain't 2Pac I don't "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
+That's 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 22's in them Reebok shoes, HUH?
+[Hook 2: Notorious BIG, Lil' Cease]
+Can I get witcha (can I get witcha)
+Can I get witcha (can I get witcha)
+Can I get witcha..
+Cause I 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
+
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G]
+I said walk me upstairs, cause I forgot my Phillies
+She said "I don't care, so don't be acting silly"
+I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore raps
+And it wouldn't 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 I'm about to hit you
+
+[Hook 3: Notorious BIG, Lil' Cease]
+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
+
+[Verse 4: Lil' Cease]
+To all my hoes, respect due
+Tamika sorry I left you
+Michelle I'm glad I met you
+You make the head feel special
+Now I know it's official
+That I can touch and tease you
+Pull up my pants and diss you
+And hit the door you came through
+It's Cease-a-Lee, a.k.a. Mista Nasty
+Germany style, these hoes they blast me
+One of the chickenhead with sex appeal pass me
+That's her hands, ankles, feet they ashy
+I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes
+With long hair, and they ass be right
+I get up on that ass, see what that be like
+I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh
+[Hook 1: Notorious BIG]
+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, TEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life After Death Intro[Intro]
+Previously on Ready to Die
+
+[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+... me and her sister had something going on
+I reach my peak, I can't speak
+(A-yo, you listening to me motherfucker?)
+Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
+(Eyo, c'mon nigga)
+I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
+Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
+*BANG*
+(Ayo Big, ayo Big!)
+
+[Interlude]
+*heartbeat slows, sound of ambulance sirens*
+*sound of pulse monitor and breathing machine*
+
+[Outro: Puff Daddy]
+Damn... we was s'pose to rule the world baby
+We was unstoppable!
+The shit can't be over, no
+The shit can't be over, man
+I know you hear me nigga
+I know you hear me
+You got too much livin' to do
+Too much unfinished business
+It ain't over
+*flatline*
+Live your lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Microphone Murderer[Notorious B.I.G.]
+A whole lotta niggas want Big to make a demo tape
+'Specially that, BUM-ASS NIGGA uhh
+This goin out to you nigga recognize
+Yo 50, what's this?
+
+Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker
+B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the undertaker
+Make an appointment, schedule a interview
+Because you know what Big Man's about to do
+50 Gran' on the Technic at the right peak
+Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak
+The microphone - I'm rippin', the burner got the clip in
+Slammin MC's like Scottie Pippen
+Flippin on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole
+Puffin on dime bags and I been told
+My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic
+A thick stick and my dick
+Makes me sick when you pick the whick-whack rhyme G
+You get what you pumpin is Tic-Tac time Z
+B.I.G. moves swifter than a ninja
+Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger
+Keep my eyes open and the case closed
+No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed
+Just the heavyset one with the big gun
+And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone
+Loot like Michael Jackson kicks like Bo Jackson
+Benz like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew
+Oooh! No frontin, no fakin moves
+Fightin or fuckin, resort to the stick and move
+Smack the fool that disagree, recognize the pedigree
+Rhyme is mine cause I said it's me
+Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand
+Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'
+And, I give you my hand cause you deserve a pound
+Tryin to blow up the spot, in my part of town
+Braves, because you get no praise
+I treat you like a derelict with AIDS
+Recognize, I don't fuck with the St. Ides
+B.I.G. down with O.G.B
+Old Gold Brothers for the others that missed me
+The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy
+Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
+You want it to be on, there's a Tec in the garbage can
+I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields
+Shelley Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on
+Word is bond I'm a don~!
+I split 'em and run up in 'em I fuck 'em and then I duck 'em
+I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her, and it gets better
+B.I.G. are the letters
+Niggas know the pedi'...
+That's the end!! What you want me to do? DAMN~!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Living in Pain[Intro: Just Blaze]
+Welcome to the House of Pain
+Just Blaze, niggas
+
+[Bridge: Mary J. Blige]
+There's no way out, it seems I can't get free
+Somebody tell me what's happened to me
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+The country bud got me chokin'
+I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin'
+Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth
+With the extra clip for that extra shit
+Don't 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 with the hollow point slug
+So when he licked shots, niggas dropped
+Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
+A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
+Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's, huh
+Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster
+Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder
+It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
+I'm livin' in the house of pain
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+Is anybody listenin'?
+Tell me, can you can see this darkness surrounding me?
+Nights gettin' colder, heavy on my shoulder
+And it's gettin' hard to breathe
+Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried
+'Cause it's gettin' hard to see
+When you're livin' in the house of pain
+
+[Verse 2: 2Pac]
+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 ain't 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 to stay alive
+Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry
+They ask me how I'm livin', high, I'm a hustler
+Buckin' busters 'til they die
+Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard?
+Niggas got they AK's headin' for the 'burbs
+Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
+Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the House of Pain
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Nas]
+Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see
+This darkness surrounding me
+Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder
+And it's gettin' hard to breathe (MJB)
+Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried (Be worried, niggas)
+'Cause it's gettin' hard to see (Yeah, Nas)
+When you're livin' in the house of pain
+(What up, B.I., Pac?)
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should
+'Cause these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove'
+And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods
+But these Teflons I loaded explodin' some mugs
+I'm like Furious in Boyz n the Hood, but at the drive-thru
+I ain't runnin', I'm dumpin', crazy like a Piru
+And loc'd up, know how Nas do
+I'm callin' Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce
+Then we party hard, party with Nas
+Since there ain't no more - Mardi Gras
+And Bush won't apologize
+I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize
+And .45's for them suckers y'all idolize
+Y'all yellin' my name, but y'all soon dyin'
+Tryin' to portray real but they be lyin'
+'Cause they want the real niggas to die so they could gain
+But never that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see
+This darkness surrounding me
+Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder
+And it's gettin' hard to breathe
+Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried
+'Cause it's gettin' hard to see
+When you're livin' in the house of painEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dangerous MC’s[Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas
+My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six)
+Dangerous MC's
+
+Uhh (Check it out) uhh
+Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
+Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
+Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
+Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
+Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
+And the winner is...
+
+[Busta Rhymes]
+Y'all niggas know the rules
+I blast on niggas so --
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+-- my fist never bruise
+Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues
+Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
+Look forward to me like commissary
+All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
+Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
+Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
+Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
+Gold tooth shine like TaaDow!
+Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow
+By now you figure, he talkin' bout that nigga
+But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin'
+IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
+Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
+At least six inches, above project fences
+Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
+When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
+Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)
+Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw
+Yes, I rocked your chatterbox (Hah)
+Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)
+Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down
+[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
+C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
+Bitch grab your tits, c'mon
+Let me know you in the spot
+Bump your fists, c'mon
+Thugs tote yo' shit
+We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
+Let's blow the club, c'mon
+Fuck the place up, c'mon
+Shake yo' nasty ass
+And make it swing all around, c'mon
+Yo, make this money
+Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
+Bounce in your whips, c'mon
+Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
+Dangerous MC's
+My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
+Dangerous MC's
+My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
+
+[Verse 2: Mark Curry]
+Uh-huh, make money hand over fist
+The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist
+Settin' up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
+Fakes don't kill nuttin' but time and don't tussle
+The process of elimination, fresh rotation
+Come and go and they death be starvation
+In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary
+Snooze and you lose is the theory
+The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief
+Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief
+Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand
+Everything you can imagine is real man
+And revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold
+Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes
+You know the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon
+Niggas grab your dicks, c'mon
+Bitches rub your tits, c'mon
+[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
+C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
+Bitch grab your tits, c'mon
+Let me know you in the spot
+Bump your fists, c'mon
+Thugs tote yo' shit
+We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
+Let's blow the club, c'mon
+Fuck the place up, c'mon
+Shake yo' nasty ass
+And make it swing all around, c'mon
+Yo, make this money
+Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
+Bounce in your whips, c'mon
+Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
+Dangerous MC's
+My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
+
+[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
+Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg
+Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
+Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin' the law
+You come up in my room look bitch you takin' it off
+Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em
+With that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit
+We dips to this, make chips to this
+And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (Beyotch)
+I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick (say what?)
+Who you think she fuckin' with? (What?) Look here
+My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
+Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW
+...How you like me now? (What, what, what?)
+You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle
+100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin' the corner
+All up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin'
+[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
+C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
+Bitch grab your tits, c'mon
+Let me know you in the spot
+Bump your fists, c'mon
+Thugs tote yo' shit
+We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
+Let's blow the club, c'mon
+Fuck the place up, c'mon
+Shake yo' nasty ass
+And make it swing all around, c'mon
+Yo, make this money
+Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
+Bounce in your whips, c'mon
+Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
+Dangerous MC's
+My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
+
+[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
+So you lovin' us so much this shit is bleedin' through you
+If I worked in a restaurant, I'd shit in the food and feed it to you
+Most of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
+Even all of them Haitian niggas won't believe this voodoo
+Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois
+And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soc-cer
+I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
+And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggas full of ca-ca
+The way we doin' damage tell me how the fuck you manage
+With my niggas who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage
+Them niggas'll throw you in a manhole
+And push they hand in yo' ass
+And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!
+Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga
+You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga
+This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors
+Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS
+
+[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
+C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
+Bitch grab your tits, c'mon
+Let me know you in the spot
+Bump your fists, c'mon
+Thugs tote yo' shit
+We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
+Let's blow the club, c'mon
+Fuck the place up, c'mon
+Shake yo' nasty ass
+And make it swing all around, c'mon
+Yo, make this money
+Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
+Bounce in your whips, c'mon
+Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
+Dangerous MC's
+My nigga this be the shit, c'monEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hustler’s Story[Intro : Akon]
+Akon and B.I.G. yea
+
+[Verse 1 : The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Niggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it
+Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
+'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
+Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies
+Stories like a motherfucker
+Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her
+She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
+Dolce and Gabana drippin'
+Big Poppa never slippin'
+H-class diamonds shinin'
+Dinner with the 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 mansion
+Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
+VCR's in my V's
+Game elevates, money I make
+Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
+Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands
+Discussing plans with my mans
+Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
+That leaves your rear views tremblin'
+What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?
+Drop to your knees and show gratitude
+Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
+Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
+[Hook : Akon]
+Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine
+Looking for this hour glass of time
+Trying to find my purpose on this grand design
+Is there anybody out there living?
+4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin
+Is there any money out there for me?
+You just listen to this husler's story
+
+[Verse 2: Big Gee]
+Picture me, a product of the zone three
+Scared lost, don't know what I'm suppose to be
+Shit cost, money never came to me
+When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly
+The lord humble niggas 'specially if they act like
+They too big for they draw when they stacks right
+Think I'm bullshittin'? A bunch of niggas back like
+Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ
+I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock
+I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the cock
+I know a nigga workin' 9-5
+Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive
+I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch
+Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed
+Got kin folk backyard big whips
+Escart that lift my homeboy this year
+[Hook : Akon]
+
+[Interlude : Akon]
+Akon
+
+[Verse 3 : Akon]
+While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique
+I'm on the coastline politickin' wit Jose
+We got the birds flyin' in the coop all day
+Tryin' to find a new way to smugglin' pure yay'
+We bout our business, ain't no small time thieves
+If you ain't growin the 'caine then we ain't gon' meet
+See I'm the one to call when things get deep
+And my Africans will put yo' main man to sleep, now
+And Mexico far from the block
+Tryin' to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now
+Sellin' arms as well as rocks in my socks
+If you could show me the money, here's the keys to the lock, now
+Hey, you know the streets is my territory
+Ain't scared of nothin, let you fear it for me
+Hey, whether win, lose or draw
+Believe that death is waitin for all
+
+[Hook : Akon]
+
+[Verse 4 : Scarface]
+Face Mob in the buildin (Uh huh)
+Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands
+Make a break for it, get away from it, that was the plan (but)
+So the whole time, I been plottin' on his man
+Caught him slippin' and sleepin', I hit his ass wit the can, and
+Here's somethin' that you can't understand
+How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga's soul? (Damn)
+I'm on some get back shit, there comes a time
+In every man's mind when it's deeper than dollar signs
+I been on the grind, got homies doin' time
+Behind niggas actin like bitches and bitches droppin' dimes
+I'm duckin' indictments, pussies is wearing wires
+Niggas just ain't tellin', no, they know we let it slide
+But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die
+So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine
+The rats one thing a real nigga here despise
+I'm a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire
+[Hook : Akon]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Biggie[Intro: Lil' Cease]
+Queen Bee, and The Notorious B.I.G. nigga
+The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
+The best that ever lived it
+Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh? (Biggie)
+That's how we do it y'all
+To all my niggas in the house
+Bad Boy, who we die for? (Biggie)
+All day, everyday nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
+For the love of B.I.G., we bang out
+Since my man died, we don't hang out
+We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out
+Mafia World, all my niggas max out
+We Bad Boys, why ya'll niggas cracked out
+Coward niggas, most are burried down south
+Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
+Niggas bearly speak when we discuss money
+Niggas stay yappin when there's always somethin' funny
+The realest niggas never took nuthin from me
+Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
+Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
+Ayo, Biggie taught me well
+Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.]
+To all my thugs who puffed him
+To all my girls who hugged him
+You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
+I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
+Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for (Biggie) Mafia
+Representin' Bucktown
+Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
+Face down, you know the routine, the cream
+Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
+
+[Verse 2: Larceny]
+For B.I.G., I learn to grip aim and cock it
+Once I got it, I lock it
+Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
+See me speak, that paper better be the topic
+I like my ice frozen like the Antartic
+I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
+And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit
+I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
+Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
+We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
+I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things
+Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
+My nigga ill's holdin it down for the beam
+Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
+Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
+Still ride, still die for BIG's name
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.]
+To all my thugs who puffed him
+To all my girls who hugged him
+You love him, yell his name chorusBiggie
+I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
+Nigga please, I
+Ock and squeeze f (Biggie) Mafia
+Representin' Bersecktown
+Mack 11'  cocked back, niggas better duck down
+Face down, you know the routine, the cream
+Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
+For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
+Not cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
+When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised
+And that's the way it is for (Biggie)
+We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
+Do jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
+I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep
+We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel
+B.K. style, see B.I.G. howl, now
+Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world
+Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep
+Niggas tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
+Wood style roll'em up, get plucked, nigga what?!
+Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
+Know my gat and bust for my nigga (Biggie)
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.]
+To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged him
+You love him, yell his name (Biggie)
+I'd rat
+Er die on my feet, than live on my knees
+Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fL (Biggie) Mafia
+Representin' Bil' cktown
+Mack 11'K cocked back, niggas better duck down
+Face down, you know the routine, the cream
+Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
+Now Verse 4: when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
+Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe
+My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
+One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...
+You know Frank kept me iced out
+Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account
+All that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it
+Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...
+All ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
+Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I-double G-I-E
+Ya'll niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma
+Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten
+We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own
+Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up
+B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.]
+To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged (im)
+Yco love him, yell hir name (Biggie)usI'd ratner die on my feet, than live on my knees
+Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fto (Biggie) Mafia
+Representin' B fadcktown
+(Mack 11'e)cocked back, nggas better duck doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Macs and Dons[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, uh, it's going out to all the pimps and macs
+Y'all know the flavor, Brooklyn style
+You know how we do, uh, yeah
+All the macs and the dons in the house
+Playa playas, playa, playa, let these hoes know
+One, two
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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 Shelton come for you, boo?
+I got girls that look like Toni Braxton
+And give me the skins without askin'
+When I'm relaxin' on my back and you know what time it is (uh)
+But if it's red, man, I'll 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, I'ma wail on that tail
+(Why, Shel'?) Because the sex never fails, I am
+
+[Hook: Erick Serson & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+"What kind of girls do you like?" Well, that's various
+I like long hair, or them Halle Berry cuts
+Real big butts, yeah, thick with lipstick
+'Cause when it come to girls, I'm so optimistic
+Like the Sounds of Blackness
+I don't need practice in the sack
+It's natural, I break your back in
+I pop coochies like my homeboy Luke
+Guaranteed to knock your trees off your Timbo boots
+You don't get pussy-whipped, you whip that pussy
+Hit it from the back 'til it get real gushy, baby
+Good sex is what I'm startin'
+I get the skin so wet, I make the ass start fartin'
+And I pray that dick don't slip
+'Cause then I'm hearin' this shit: "That's not it"
+And then I just ride 'til the sun rise
+And when I'm done, wipe the cum on her thighs, I am
+
+[Hook: Erick Serson & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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 I jumped up and dissed the clitoris
+All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom in the boom poom (Uh, uh)
+Smoke a little boom, get some head in the bedroom
+And then I whisper soft in her ear:
+"You ain't got to home, but you got to leave from here"
+Simple and plain, no strings attached
+I'm lettin' you know that I'm a certified mac
+I hit skins 'til the leg cramps
+So on the first I can get half the check and half the stamps
+
+[Hook: Erick Serson & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+
+[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+All the players in '94, recognize
+Shelton D in full effect, baby, baby
+Uh, uh, yeah, fuck all you bitchesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+1991 Block Party Freestyle[The Notorious B.I.G]
+
+Yes it's me, the B.I.G
+Competition ripper ever since 13
+Used to steal clothes was considered a thief
+Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street
+Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular
+Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor
+Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
+Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a FALL at!
+B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of
+I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
+Quick to smother, a punk motherfucker
+Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya
+And I love ya, cause you're a sweet bitch
+A crazy crab, the type to make my dick itch
+I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
+B.I.G. is a born trooper
+Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
+Stay dipped, and I'm not a booster
+So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond
+There's no other assumption, I got it going on
+I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this
+Even my mother, be noddin' her head to this
+Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
+Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd
+Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
+Live in action, guaranteed RAW (dumb ass nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If I Should Die Before I Wake[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh.. UHH
+Yeah..
+Uhh.. uhh..
+Uh! Yeah.. yeah..
+Uhh..
+I'm on..
+Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Fuck her, never knew her
+Screw her.. (dump her body, dump her body) sewer
+Our father.. uh-huh..
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What you expected from his next of kin
+I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
+I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
+A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
+Uhh, 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
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Our Father, if I should die before I wake
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Our Father, if I should die before I wake
+[Verse 2: Black Rob]
+Fluck that, snap a nigga shit, smash him with the 5th, watch his body lift
+Shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin, hit her body quick
+Got me like the trifest not knowin how my life is
+My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike
+The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers
+Did it with the Glocks, spit it with your pops, you was in diapers
+Loved me when you came to Rikers
+Hated me all in the free cypher, mad you can't be like us
+Some murderers who turn bikers, see Biggie Smalls
+Recruited these snipers, alumni do it just like us
+Some pied pipers, squeezin life out y'all
+It's all out war, be all wild as all outdoor
+If a coward got beef, y'all be checkin his palm
+Paralyzin, my niggas thorough kid, how bout yours?
+Real quick to screw a nigga then, pop out four
+Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
+Bitch nigga, whoah
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Our Father, if I should die before I wake
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Our Father, if I should die before I wake
+
+[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
+Yo, when you fuckin with Mac, you fuckin with the best
+I'm still going to war with them dusty Tecs
+Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit
+Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith
+Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it
+Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic
+When I squeeze don't breathe keep it lined and even
+So when niggas get hit, they be cryin screamin
+Lyin bleedin from that iron steamin
+And I ain't tryin to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
+Niggas start bitchin, when that pistol in they face
+Or I sick two pits to come and get you in your place
+If I catch you in my shit, I'm wakin my bitch
+Hear take this shit, crackin the brick, facin that shit
+Takin two sniffs, grabbing my shit
+Best believe if I get hit, y'all niggas takin some shit
+Picture niggas takin my shit
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Our Father, if I should die before I wake
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Our Father, if I should die before I wake
+
+[Verse 4: Ice Cube]
+Niggas never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie
+In the year 2000 all drunk and pissy
+Off whiskey, you can miss me acting gay
+He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A
+Doin it the O.G. way, it's sorta like
+The Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me
+So this is dedicated to the memory of
+The Notorious One, the glorious one
+And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine
+Cock my nine and seperate your head from your spine
+So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love Hip-Hop" and
+Fuck you niggas that shot Big Pop'
+The conspiracy of this nation for assassination
+Of the young black male in this black Hell
+And I can tell, no matter the weather
+That you and 2Pac got your shit together
+California Love
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Our Father, if I should die before I wake
+With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
+Our Father, if I should die before I wakeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One More Chance (Hip Hop Mix)[Intro: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
+(Uh
+Uh, what)
+As we proceed, to give you what you need
+9-5, motherfuckers
+Get live, motherfuckers
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (check it out, uh)
+Biggie, gimme (lyrically I'm) one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (uh, uh)
+Biggie (what) gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
+Biggie (uh) gimme (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) one more chance (uh)
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+
+[Verse 1]
+First things first: I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys
+Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money
+Those the ones I like cause they don't get nathan but penetration
+Unless it smells like sanitation
+Gar-bage
+I turn like doorknobs
+Heart throb never, Black and ugly as ever
+However, I stay Coogi down to the socks
+Rings and watch filled with rocks
+And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi
+Girls pee-pee when they see me
+Navajos creep me in they teepee
+As I lay down laws like Alan Kopit
+Stop it - if you think they gonna make a profit
+Don't see my ones, don't 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 don't know what the hell is 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 can't make
+Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
+And sing the break, uh)
+[Chorus: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
+Biggie, give me (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+One more
+Give me one more
+Chance, and make me
+Gimme one more chance (uh)
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+She's sick of that song on how it's so long
+Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
+There I is, Major Payne like Damon Wayans
+Low Down Dirty, even, like his brother Keenan
+Schemin', don't leave your girl around me!
+True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
+You ringing bells with bags from Chanel
+Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
+Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
+She beeped me meet me at twelve
+Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes?
+While I'm 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
+I'm through—can you sing the song for me boo?
+[Chorus: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
+Biggie, give me, one more
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Give me one more
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Chance, and make me
+Gimme one more chance (uh)
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+So what's it gonna be? Him or me? (uh)
+We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
+The envy of all women, crushed linen
+Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in ’em
+The finest women I love with a passion
+Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'
+High fashion, flying into all states
+Sexing me while your man masturbates
+Isn't this great?
+Your flight leaves at eight
+Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
+Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
+I'm not only a client, I'm the player President (uh)
+
+[Chorus: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
+Biggie, give me, one more
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Give me one more
+Chance, and make me
+Gimme one more chance (uh)
+(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+[Outro: Total (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, gimme one more chance
+Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chanceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Freestyle - Mister CeeYeah
+You're now entering the mode of the Notorious Biggie Smalls
+Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, representing
+This one going out to Brooklyn
+Ya'll know what time it is
+It's going out to all the gangsters
+All the pimps, players, hoes and bitches
+Ya'll know what time it is
+So this what I want ya'll to do
+I want ya'll to grab your Dutch Masters
+And ya'll White Owls and ya'll Phillies
+Umgh, get you a fat sack, pint of Hennessy and lay back
+Gonna do this one for my man Mister Cee, representing all day, every day
+And all you other tape niggas and bootleggers, stay in the house
+Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
+So any time you're ready Mister Cee
+We gonna get hardcore on these homos
+
+Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, hard-core
+Uh, representing, Biggie Smalls in the house, uh, check it, uh
+Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
+Niggas say I'm pussy, I dare you to stick your dick in this
+If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphilis
+Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, getting rid'a ya
+Got it locked like the penitentiary
+Niggas mention me for MC execution
+Who ya choosin, the wack MC
+Or the Black Fat MC
+Jack Dempsey will start shaking
+All it's taking, is some marijuana and I'm making
+MCs break fast, like flap-jacks and bacon
+Back spins, the windmills, who's still the gin-drinker
+Ill-thinker, exploding when the paper hits the ink-ugh
+Take the Gangster Chronicles, turn to page 6-6-6
+Holocaust, B.I.G. the merciless
+Niggas press they luck-and
+They get a butt-fuckin
+Straight up the ass
+Raw dog with the rash
+And I don't fuck with the condoms
+The condoms is a problem from the AIDS getting sprayed
+Diseases, B.I.G. pleases
+MCs across the seas is just the way, I crush my prey, hey
+I'm crazy and deranged
+Blowing niggas out the frame, simple and plain
+But getting back, to the black rhinoceros of rap
+B.I.G. took a loss, how preposterous is that, nigga
+Recognize
+Notorious Biggie Smalls, '94 Ready To DieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Would You Die for Me[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.]
+The, thick, thick, thick thick, the
+The, thicky the, the, the
+Thicky the, thick thick the, the
+Thicky the, the
+Thicky the, the, the, thicky thick the
+Uh, uh
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Venue after venue I've been through
+Come up to the telly so I can bend you (Uh)
+Send you to the store, condoms and more
+Jealous females call you sluts and whores
+Could it be my hardcore metaphor
+Makes sweat pour on the bedroom floor? (Uh)
+Open up the Lex door, jump on in
+I'm kinda tired, I'ma roll blunts while you spin
+You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving
+Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin (Uh)
+Splurging, Dom P., Rose
+Much foreplay, that's my forte
+Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death (Uh)
+She looking for a man, honey, he just left
+Violate me, he get beat to death
+Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left (Uh)
+Grand Marnier increase the don strength
+Two four-fifths within my arms length
+With a calm breath I say, "We got to float"
+Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat
+Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine
+Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen
+And you mean too (Uh), eyes greenish blue
+Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu
+Beautiful, that's how the night goes
+Get out them tight clothes, get in some night clothes
+I invite those girls that smoke lah (Uh)
+Keep it real with you, you keep it real with I
+We be tight like frog's ass
+Have you screamin', "Biggie, Biggie, give me one more chance"
+What?
+[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
+Would you ride with me? (Yeah)
+Would you lie for me? (That's right)
+Would you get high with me? (For sure)
+Would you die for me? (No doubt)
+Would you ride with me? (Yeah)
+Would you lie for me? (That's right)
+Would you get high with me? (For sure)
+Would you die for me? (No doubt)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+These hoes don't treat you like I treat you
+Like my contacts, I can see right through
+Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?
+Queen Bitch means number one and two
+Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me
+Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one
+Y'all know where I'm from
+Bucktown, lay your ass down
+You don't wanna play around (With me)
+Probably just mad because Frank chose me
+A fly cutie, you just a groupie
+Girls call my telephone just to hang up
+While me and you is in the crib, laying up
+Oh, he ain't tell you that we live together, huh?
+And that we gonna have a kid together?
+Whatever, me intimidated, never
+Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim
+Anyway, I fuck better than you
+Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
+If I fuck another nigga, it don't mean nothing
+B.I.G. is in my heart from the start
+Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch
+Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?
+See I don't care bout them other broads
+B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that
+[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
+Would you ride with me? (Yeah)
+Would you lie for me? (That's right)
+Would you get high with me? (For sure)
+Would you die for me? (No doubt)
+Would you ride with me? (Yeah)
+Would you lie for me? (That's right)
+Would you get high with me? (For sure)
+Would you die for me? (No doubt)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It Has Been Said[Verse 1: Eminem]
+It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed
+Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead
+Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
+Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah
+It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
+Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners
+Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
+Notorious tried to warn us
+We watched, so many piggybacked off of
+Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap
+Statistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enact
+These tragic events, which lead us back
+To where we left off on March 9th
+To come from such hard knock lives
+And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights
+And, once they're on us this is our lives
+Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us
+To see who can last the longest
+And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest
+In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
+It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving
+Or it could just be somebody's aura, that just horri-fies
+And applies to his persona or the sizes
+In his entou-rage that intimidates the people
+To the point that you know that he's gangster
+He ain't just say shit, you just believe it
+[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
+Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big
+I'm been about my business since then, so anxious
+It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
+This I took in, sent chills through my skin
+Vicious, I'm experiencing the same sights as him
+It's what excited Obie to write these poems
+Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
+Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies
+When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life
+Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind
+Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd so many times rewind
+Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind
+Get up out the system, who could give him better signs
+No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
+So possibly I'd be popular, huh?
+That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I
+
+[Verse 3: Diddy]
+I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
+Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time
+I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
+Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess
+Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing
+All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion
+And I'm addressing the adolescents absent to who he is
+The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace
+This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna
+And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother
+On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
+And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact
+An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
+Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling "God bless"
+Regardless to critics yelling that East/West
+I seen the game losing, I'm just pressing the reset
+And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual
+Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally
+I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
+Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga (nigga)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Write this downRelax and take notes
+While I take tokes of the Marijuana smoke
+Throw you in a choke
+Gun smoke guns 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 guccci bag and the north face
+Off her back
+Jab her if she act
+Funny with the money
+Oh you got me mistaken honey
+I don't wanna rape Ya, I just want the paper
+The visa, capeesha
+I'm out like, like thе vapors
+Who's the one you call Mr macho
+The hеad hancho
+Swift fist like Camacho I got so
+Much style I should
+Be down with the stylistics
+Make up to breakup
+Niggas need to wake up
+Smell the indonesia
+Beat you to seizure
+Then fuck your moms
+Hit the skins to amnesia
+She don't remember shit
+Just the two hits
+Her hitting the floor
+And me hitting the clit
+Suckin on the tits
+Had the hooker beggin for the dick
+And your mom's ain't ugly love
+My dick got Rock quick
+I guess I was
+A combination
+Of house of pain and Bobby brown
+I was humping around and jump In around
+Jacked her
+Then I asked her who's the man
+She said B.i.G
+Then I bust in her E.Y.E
+(you big, your dead wrong)
+The weak or the strong, who got it Goin on
+Youre dead wrong
+The weak or the strong, who got it Goin on
+When I get dusted
+I like to spread the blood like mustard
+Trust it my hardcore rainleaves you rusted
+Move over lucifer I'm more ruthless huh
+Leave your toothless, you'll kibbutz, I'll flip it
+Tears don't affect me
+I hit em with the tec
+Gs disrespect me
+My potency is deadly
+I'm shooting babies
+No ifs ands or maybes
+Hit mummy 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 icepick
+Because he wanted me to fuck him from da back
+But smalls don't get down like that
+Found your father hidin in a room
+Fucked him with the broom
+Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
+Who you think you're dealing with?
+Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it
+Hardcore I got it sucked like a pussy
+Stab Ya till you're gushy
+So please don't push me
+I'm using rubbers
+So they won't trace the semen
+The black demon
+GOT the little hookers screamin
+Because you know I love it young
+Fresh of green
+With no hair in between
+Know what I mean?
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it Goin on
+You're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it Goin on
+Your dead wrongEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dead Wrong (Advance)[Puff Daddy] Bad Boy baby
+[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah
+Yeah
+Junior M.A.F.I.A
+Yeah
+[Puff Daddy] Yeah
+B.I.G. 2000
+B.I.G. 2000 Born Again
+Come on
+
+Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it goin' on?
+You're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it goin' on?
+You're dead wrong
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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 don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
+The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors
+Who's 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 don't remember shit, just the two hits
+Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit
+Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick
+And your moms ain't 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, "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G"
+Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
+Repeat Chorus Twice
+
+[Verse 2: Eminem]
+There's several different levels to Devil worshippin': horse's heads
+Human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism
+Animals having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
+But I don't get into that, I kick the habit, I just
+Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
+And I never eat you unless the fuckin', meat looks fresh
+I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin'
+I got a nine in my pocket, and baby I'm just
+Dyin' to cock him
+He's ready for war
+I'm ready for war
+I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
+My uz is as
+Heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
+I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
+Marshall will step in the door
+I lay your head on the floor
+With your body spread on the bedspread
+Red on the wall
+Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new whore
+Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
+I'm dead wrong
+Repeat Chorus Twice
+
+[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
+How many licks does it take to the center of my Tootsie Roll? (Or)
+How many nuts to the center of your booty hole?
+Hold on, shorty, cause I'm about to slap this groupie nigga
+Jab this fluesy nigga, watch 'em bleed, then shit dookie, nigga
+Spooky nigga, you gettin' skinny like you Pookie, nigga
+Blood spill got you laggin' out like that soupie nigga
+Smoke this Lucy nigga, time passin' on the frank mic
+Watch 'em dyin' slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color
+My goons lay the flood, leave you layin', drippin' blood
+Then ended up fingerfuckin' your mother at a strip club
+We dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden
+Fascinated how all of this street shit, we straight mother
+Fuck it
+We thug rugged to the tenth power
+Like B.I.G. was listenin'
+So Gimme The Loot for the past ten hours
+Another dick
+Hear the click of my gun cock
+Same mentality when I was scheeming on a lunch box
+Gimme that!
+Twenty-focused and I'm sorry Campbell
+I'm taking from you and your wife and run the baby Pamper (What?)
+Repeat Chorus Til FadeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+B.I.G. Interlude[Intro]
+Yo
+C-Gutta, where you at?
+D Rockafella
+Cease-A-Leo DeGenero
+Blake C
+Money SL
+Uhh
+
+[Verse]
+B.I.G. is making this cream
+Bitches always say what the hell does that mean?
+B is for the bitches, who can't understand
+How one fly nigga became a man
+I is for the way it goes in and out
+One by one I knocks 'em out
+G is for the way the game goes in the gutter
+Other MC's man they ain't sayin' nuthin'
+Rockin' on, to the break of dawn
+Meet the bitch, get the pussy, get the math, I'm gone
+
+[Outro]
+What?
+It ain't no more to itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hope You Niggas Sleep[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
+Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
+Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
+Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
+Put you in the back with the derelicts
+Yeah, I pop plenty shit
+Chump, I'm making hits
+No time for the crack rock and shit
+Took it to another level
+Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
+Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
+Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
+Hoes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass
+Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
+The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
+Getting props, proving nobody drops
+Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
+And niggas just can't understand it
+I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
+You know my shit is hitting
+Yeah, ya'll, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
+Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers
+For the burner, catch a body
+I got styles like karate
+Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
+Like a cantaloupe
+Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
+I rob for self; from Brooklyn, where else?
+Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop
+Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop
+What you think, I'm stupid?
+My crew is mad deep
+I hope you niggas sleep
+[Verse 2: B.G.]
+I throw a bomb through your window
+Burn you up and your ho
+I catch your mama going to therapy and cut her throat
+Your little sister walking home from school
+I abduct her, then I fuck her
+I hit your park close up with the Louisville Slugger
+B.G.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherfucker
+I was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters
+Cluckers, you know I got 'em, two for one, my nigga
+I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
+
+[Verse 3: Big Tymers (Baby]
+Thugging is my thing; if I'm beefing, I'm banging
+Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper
+Haters, I don't like 'em; bitches, I don't trust 'em
+Niggas, I can't stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em
+Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine
+Niggas trying to pull it off, "pop," goes the nine
+That's how it got to be in these uptown streets
+And a nigga like me, I play the game for keeps
+
+[Verse 4: Juvenile]
+I remember when niggas slang heroin up in balloons
+I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons
+Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, bitch
+Want some old nigga? Fuck with me, I'mma do 'em, shit
+Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him
+Put my foot in their rectum right after I dome checked 'em
+I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey
+Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
+Everybody whisper in ears when they gonna mention me
+I been out doing it for years--since elementary
+Real good relationship with guns and drugs
+Because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs
+Everything is my own shit cause I don't fuck with scrubs
+I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club
+Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub
+Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love
+[Verse 5: Turk]
+I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with
+Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
+They die quick, fucking with Turk, wodie get whacked
+Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back
+And trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me
+Fuck that, I bust back with a .223
+Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
+Innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split
+
+[Verse 6: Lil' Wayne]
+Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy
+Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em
+I'm coming so alert them
+(Ur, Ur) fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting
+You haven't seen the worst and
+I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
+Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
+Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
+I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what
+
+[Outro: Puff Daddy]
+Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
+Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
+Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
+And we won't stop, get money niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pepsi FreestyleHey yo, Enuff, man! What you got to drink up in here, man? I'm thirsty
+
+Big slam, quick slam, tin can, whatever
+Whether too cold or too hot, you got to keep Pepsi in the freezer
+I keep a 3 liter for my crew
+My girl like them diet joints too
+For when she watch her weight, crack the top I can't wait
+Other sodas taste the worst -- I don't even converse
+If it can't quench my thirst what you in my fridge for?
+What you wanna live for? Life with the dry mouth
+Hot like the south, flash out ya 12 ounce and renounce
+Nothing can beat the P-e-p-s-i
+Yes I drink it constantly; cop it by the case, tastes great, less filling
+Non-alcoholic I can feed it to my children
+Tell em Biggie said, "Drink it all"; don't test me!
+Nothing else beats a Pepsi, if it is, let's see..I'm thirstyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Beef[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.]
+We here
+We ain't going nowhere
+
+[Diddy]
+Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
+Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
+I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seeing
+Will reach the fucking ceiling, check it
+My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
+Drop top notch playa hating won't stop
+This instant, rappers too persistent
+Quick to spit Biggie name on shit
+Make my name taste like ass when you speak it
+See me in the street your jewelry you can keep it
+That'll be our little secret
+See me B that is, I that is G whiz
+Motherfuckers still in my biz
+Hope they know my nigga Gutter fucking kidnap kids
+Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge
+That's how it is, my shit is laid out
+Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out
+Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
+All y'all disapear by tomorrow
+All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
+Actually your man passed the gat to me, now check this
+[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
+What's beef, beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
+Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
+Beef is when I see you
+Guaranteed to be in ICU
+What's beef, beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
+Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
+Beef is when I see you
+Guaranteed to be in ICU
+Check it
+
+[Verse 2: Havoc]
+I done clapped at the best of them
+Been caused the death of them
+These dudes don't want no more, shit is affecting them
+Tops popped off, them niggas from the bridge
+Just be, wildlin' on you line that red dot on you, (take that)
+Don't know or warn you, catch them all hogged up
+Sober that ass up with clips, the ratchet spit
+Number one with the buddhaka, henny-sour diesel
+Ain't no telling what I do to ya
+It's obvious ma you ain't fucking keep it moving ma
+
+[Prodigy]
+Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow they shot 'em in their cars
+I wish I was there, I would of shot back all em'
+They fire return fire put it right back on em'
+Sacrifice myself for you no problem, (no problem)
+In the flames I burn for my niggas that's gone
+And the niggas that took the hits on my niggas you been warned
+P's not the one, Hav not the one
+You try to run up on us, we already busting the guns
+[Hook]
+
+[Biggie]
+They'll be nothin but smooth sailing (talk to em)
+When I spit shots, now your crew's bailing (y'all don't know what beef is)
+All I got is heat and tough talk for you
+Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you
+Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya (c'mon)
+A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher (yea, Chris)
+Watch me set it off like Vivica (c'mon that's right)
+Here lies your demise, close your eyes (close your eyes)
+Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten
+Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen (damn)
+It's bad cause I just begun
+What make the shit real bad I was having fun (hahaha)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Diddy]
+Attention MCs........Attention MCs
+Beef doesn't happen on records
+Beef does not happen on records
+You don't know what beef is, (you don't know what beef is)
+You don't want no beef you fucking fake studio ass gangsta
+Rapping motherfuckers!, (c'mon man)
+Fuck outta here!, (fuck outta here)
+Beef is B.I.G. not being here, (b.i.g. we miss you)
+Beef is your love ones not being here, (we miss you)
+Beef is every so-called ghetto superstar that rose
+To the top and dropped just as quickly, (that's beef)
+On some bullshit
+What's beef 2006?
+What's beef (that's beef)
+Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is, (that's beef)
+Fuck all y'all (bitches)
+Bad Boy Bitch we still hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m With Whateva[Intro: Jim Jones]
+R.I.P. Big
+We some niggas that's gonna make you proud of this game
+Smell me? Jones, Capo
+Cash Money, Santana
+Dipset, Lil Weezy
+Let's ride, Let's ride
+Cause real Gs know the feeling
+It's hard body, no remorse for the killing
+Cause real Gs know the feeling
+It's hard body, no remorse for the killing
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
+Mad trees and bitches in dungarees
+The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees
+I love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it 'til it freeze
+I'm from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs
+I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall
+I'm mean, I'm mad raw, I'm coming like fastball
+Steee-rike, yup, so get it right
+Nigga, one of my sniplets'll end your whole life
+You ain't nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife
+And a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat pork
+So be smart and play your own part
+If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart
+And we don't like the narcs, stay away from the cell
+Hey, I'mma shoot it out if I'm facing the L
+Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich
+Weezy Baby, nigga, nine to five, ten to six
+[Hook: Juelz Santana]
+All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life
+At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+
+[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
+It's showdown time, throwdown time
+Safety off, four pound time
+Clack clack, go get yours, I'll go get mine
+Check it man, I'm with whatever
+Goodness gracious, the paper
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
+I'll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me
+You got nothing on a nigga like me, you'll see
+I'm on the grind from sun up to sun down
+If I'm lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now
+I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred
+Keep it coming 'til I'm full on my stomach
+I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my haze
+Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays
+I'm stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga
+Trying to get rid of the life, alright?
+[Hook: Juelz Santana]
+[All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life
+At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]
+
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G (not in album version)]
+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 don't fuck up my sheets
+My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
+I'm 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
+I'm ready to die
+[Hook: Juelz Santana]
+[All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life
+At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Running Your Mouth[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at?
+1, 2, 3, and
+
+[Verse 1: Fabolous]
+Now, they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man
+Can't tell that to a dingy old man
+Who see a young nigga getting plenty of dough, man
+Icy Audemar, Henny gold band
+With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
+That's why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan
+Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us
+Know it's gon' blow fo' my dough
+Why would you try with that guy?
+Scene told you he'd keep it G
+We can bang like the two chains on my neck
+The hood is Iraq, I'm Hussein in the 'jects
+The coup's up, take the new lane for a sec
+12" thump, new Kane in the deck nigga
+Right now with a squeezer in a 'cuzzi
+And I'm goin out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah
+
+[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
+They talk about it, we all about it
+They making plans, we sit and count it
+Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
+You heard about it, she running her mouth
+She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it
+I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited
+Her man look like he wanna fight
+But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
+[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
+When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga
+I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
+Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
+All up in my back trying to take my track
+When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
+Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
+A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool
+Next who wanna move is getting blasted
+Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
+As I release masterpieces like adhesive
+Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
+MC's have a hard time believin'
+I'm Marked For Death, Hard to Kill like Steven
+When Jake come, I'm leaving, the black man's motto
+You got a better chance playing lotto
+What you want nigga?
+
+[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
+They talk about it, we all about it
+They making plans, we sit and count it
+Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
+You heard about it, she running her mouth
+She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it
+I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited
+Her man look like he wanna fight
+But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
+[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
+Ayo, now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
+Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
+The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet
+Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
+You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
+The kings of the crack music and the kings of the clubs
+Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder
+That's why most of these niggas little songs be sounding like our's
+Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
+Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine
+Yeah, I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot
+How the fuck any of you niggas think you filling my spot?
+Why you niggas getting mad at us? We shit on your floors
+All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
+Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach
+Snoop, Fab, Big and Bust of the stand if you can't reach
+Let's go
+
+[Chorus: Nate Dogg & Foxy Brown]
+They talk about it, we all about it
+They making plans, we sit and count it
+Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
+You heard about it, she running her mouth
+She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it
+I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited (Uh, uh)
+Her man look like he wanna fight (Fox then B.I.G)
+But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
+[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]
+Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I?
+Bust a shot for me and Big from the ville from the sky
+Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick
+Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
+Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
+From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six
+Bedstuy what up y'all, what up with your girl
+How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work
+I'm in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome
+Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
+My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
+On Nastrand Ave, ain't the same since Homo got touched
+Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit
+See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled
+Ill Na Na, squeezing the llama
+Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa
+
+[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Run for your gun you suckers
+B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers
+Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
+I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noogie
+In the 'Lac with a sack, go and put it on the mat
+What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?)
+Uh, turning it out, run in your house
+Gun in your mouth, motherfucker, quit running your mouth
+
+[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
+They talk about it, we all about it
+They making plans, we sit and count it
+Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
+You heard about it, she running her mouth
+She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it
+I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited
+Her man look like he wanna fight
+But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
+
+[Outro: Nate Dogg]
+What you really want from a nigga?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Guaranteed Raw (Demo)[Intro]
+Chill Twan, damn man!
+That nigga Big got somethin to say?
+Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big?
+Yeah, yeah
+Special shoutout to my man
+MC Homicide and DJ Fatal
+Twin one and two my man Milk
+My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew
+Y'all know how we flow
+And I'ma drop it like this y'all
+
+[Verse 1]
+Oh what a feeling! Drivin' in my four by four
+Girlies galore, B.I.G. on the door
+Chrome trimming with the smoke tint
+Givin' chumps a hint as I count my mint
+Stacks of doves, half my man's is C-note
+All from sayin' rhymes that B.I.G. wrote
+Blunt, I take a toke, but only if it's weed
+Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy
+Pass to D or maybe movin' solo
+Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no
+Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw
+Live in action, guaranteed raw!
+[Interlude]
+Who's coming through? Y'all know who! (Who?!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated
+Your rhymes ain't shit; they must be constipated
+Many awaited the heavyset brother from Fulton Street
+To drop a rhyme to a funky beat
+Expellin MCs as if I was at Sarah J
+Or boys and girls at any school around the way
+Opponents, pupils, but I'm the principal
+Hard to beat, damn near invisible
+Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life
+Makin money smoking mics like crack pipes
+Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my people my palm
+And sayin' rhymes is an opium bomb
+Yes it's me, the B.I.G
+Competition ripper ever since 13
+Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief
+Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street
+Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular
+Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor
+Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
+Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a fall at!
+B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of
+I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
+Quick to smother a punk motherfucker
+Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya
+And I love ya 'cause you're a sweet bitch
+A crazy crab, ya might make my dick itch
+I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
+B.I.G. is a born, trooper
+Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
+Stay dipped and I'm not a booster
+So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond
+There's no other assumption, I got it goin' on
+I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this
+Even my mother be noddin' her head to this
+Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
+Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd
+Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
+Live in action, guaranteed RAW
+Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya
+As ya follow this yeah, I gave a toast to ya crew
+See, they popped on ya like a kernel
+They didn't realize that the beef was eternal
+Internal injury that's what you're soon to see
+B.I.G. keeps company
+Sometimes in my waist, if Jake come, I'm boatin'
+Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and
+I'll be floatin' to your punk part of town
+Anybody fronting, they better duck down
+Don't get mad 'cause I grazed ya
+You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldn't get a good hit
+Shit, I was aimin' for the melon
+But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin'
+Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
+Live in action, guaranteed raw!
+[Outro]
+And you don't stop, and you don't stop
+You keep on
+To my man Milk, and Thai
+Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect
+Most definitely
+Sent a shout onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Big Poppa (So So Def Remix)[Verse One:]
+To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
+Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches in your bushes
+Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
+The back of the club, sippin' Moet is where you'll find me
+The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
+Mad question askin', blunt passin, music blastin'
+But I just can't 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 Benz's
+C-Notes by the layers, true fuckin players
+Jump in the Rover and come over
+Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
+
+[Hook:]
+(I love it when you call me big pop-pa] x3
+Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa
+To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies
+If you gun up in your waist, don't shoot up the place
+Cause I see some ladies tonite that should be havin my ba-by
+Baybee, uh
+[Verse Two:]
+Straight up honey really I'm asking
+Most of these niggas think they me mackin', but they be acting
+Who they attractin' with that line
+"What's your name, what's your sign?"
+Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind
+Ask you what your interest are, who you be wit?
+Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
+You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' call my crew
+You go call your crew
+We can rendezvous at the bar around two
+Or three o' clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot
+Roll a blunt cause he like to spark a lot
+Steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly
+A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welch's grape
+Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do
+What we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuue)
+Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
+And watch a movay, in the jaccuzay, bay-bay
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse Three:]
+(How does a true playa live?)
+Nigga, Versace down
+Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin', Niggas starin'
+Now I got my pants draggin in the Benz wagon
+Raggin' sippin' D.P on my way to D.C
+The biggest willies, smokin' phillies
+Thai & skunk together, Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever
+Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that
+I steps in where the Mo and the Hoes at (Baybee)
+Niggas know the better on the Coogi sweater
+Butter leather, chrome beretta see
+You know who that nigga be
+[Outro: Jermaine Dupri]
+Shit you ain't know, ha ha, That's the stride for ninety-five Baby
+Straight up playerlistic mentality
+You just do your thing, Cause I'm definintley gone do mine
+And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of
+Can you feel me?
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Breakin’ Old Habits[Intro - T.I.]
+Hey what it is pimpin
+Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G (yea a ye yeaah..)
+Ya understand what I'm saying (hey..)
+P.S.C. pimpin!
+Y'all already know what it is man, its a bad boy thing man
+Grand hustle collaboration, Y'all already know man
+Boss Hog whats happening (hey..)
+A-Town pimpin!
+
+[Verse 1 - Slim Thug]
+Slim Thugga!
+I roll strapped Glock 40 in my lap
+I rap but still think like I'm grinding in the trap
+Trying to adapt to the change from the streets to the game
+Can't be selling CD's and still selling dem thangs
+Cause snitches drop names and bring alot of problems
+And putting somthing in they head the only way you gonna solve em'
+Jackas stay plotting watching your every move
+And the minute you snooze will be the minute you lose, dude
+Thats the rules so I cruise with the tools
+To fix the damn fools that think I'm slipping with my jewels
+Breakin old habits so hard to do
+Thats why you see me on the same block with the same crew
+And everybody sitting fat living good
+And I'm the only nigga that be rapping in my hood
+I was raised by the hustlas, and ganged by the G's
+And taught by the bosses how to stack that cheese
+[Hook - T.I.]
+You got rich and G shit is still a part of you
+Cause breakin old habits so hard to do
+You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew
+Cause breakin old habits so hard to do
+When on shot that nigga like I started to
+Cause breakin old habits so hard to do
+Fresh out the dealership crackin open cigars in the coupe
+Man cause breakin old habits so hard to do
+
+[Verse 2 - The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Damn it feel good to see people up on it
+Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
+My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
+GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
+Than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
+If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
+My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
+High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
+In my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci
+Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
+Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent
+Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent
+And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
+I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
+While you still killin niggas with punany, like Connie
+And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus
+While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
+Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
+Them country niggas call me Frank White
+I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight
+Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
+Got my shorty flying in with keys taped to her thighs
+With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
+She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rentals
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3 - T.I.]
+I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo, bricks of blow all in it
+I was taught to sell the shit, you put your nose all in it
+Let my bitch drive the Benz but the Rolls off limits
+How you call yourself pimpin, with hoes all in your buisness
+What it is, the music business or the streets make a decision
+I do this in my sleep, and you way out your division pimp
+This game we play for keeps, and the rules remain hidden
+This ain't a place for lames and that snitching shit is forbidden
+After sitting in the kitchen and whipping with hopes of getting back
+All that off a brick to go blow it, so it even 50 stacks
+And now I'm sitting back, thinking about a time
+When a nigga get a 100 g's, think he went down
+But now look for loyalty in the game, it ain't there
+And things ain't the same they changed it ain't fair
+Real niggas dead, doing their time and ain't here
+You commit the same crime and come home the same year
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Living the Life[Notorious B.I.G] + (Faith Evans)
+To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
+Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can
+Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
+Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)
+I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
+Your girl butt cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?)
+The raw rapper, spot smacker
+Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
+A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter
+And If I ever fall in love, I bet I'm fuckin' her
+Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her
+She try to front, then I put the Chuckii Booker on her
+(Why you wanna...play games on me?)
+Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze
+No time for the ill shit
+Mess with the niggas on that real blood spill shit
+My rappin' tactics, are drastic
+Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
+So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be
+Filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me
+
+[Hook 2X: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis] + (Ludacris ab-libbing)
+Big cities and bright lights
+Short days and long nights
+No stress and no strife
+I'm high off living the life
+[Ludacris]
+It's clear to see that I'm the motherfuckin' man, I done learned from the
+Best of em; Took the first slot, niggas still second guessin' em
+Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em'
+Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em'
+Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit
+So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit
+But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder
+I'm rich, bitch! I've done more shows than Oprah
+And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever
+Roll with a bunch of niggas that don't know no better
+King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar
+Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
+When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one fuckin' wit me
+They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me
+That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
+Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times
+
+[Hook] + (Ludacris ab-libbing)
+
+[Snoop Dogg]
+To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
+Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block
+Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy
+Nigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me?
+They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?)
+Used to be a G, but now he just a ho
+Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names
+You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame
+I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out
+Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route
+Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about
+Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
+Now they call me Snoopy Trump
+I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
+Now hat's a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga
+Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; I'm livin' the life!
+[Hook] + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing)
+
+[Hook] - w/o ab-libsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Get Your Grind OnBut I would've loved to hear
+A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
+That shit would've been incredible
+
+[Big Pun talking]
+Aye you know what I'm sayin', it was just happen
+We have our day, you know?
+I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
+We keep it, keep it, keep it goin' from there
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, I drink filthy
+My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
+Huh, what a set up
+Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off
+Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
+Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
+Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
+Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
+Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!"
+Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
+Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers
+Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
+Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot
+Giving cats the opposite of diets
+You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
+I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
+Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
+Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter
+If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like
+Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
+Silencers so you can't hear it
+Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me
+I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still
+[Chorus: Freeway]
+Nigga still gotta get his grind on
+Come get introduced to my home
+I grew up in the crime zone
+Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
+You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly
+Now get your grind on
+Come get introduced to my home
+A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin' mo' stressed
+Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor
+'Cause the streets are killin'
+Now get your grind on
+Come get introduced to my home
+
+[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
+Yo, yo
+The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
+My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
+I never reject an offer to battle
+Slap a coffin on the saddle
+And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
+Niggas talk but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin' nuttin'
+If ain't blazin somethin' with the MAC, I'm in the shack bakin' muffins
+Fake the funk and get your rump roast
+One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close
+Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin'; my Squad been waitin'
+For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin'
+An orgi-nation of veterans built
+With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
+Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills
+My TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bles
+We blessed with the will to never surrender
+'Cause my every agenda's in and out
+Unseen like I entered the ninja, it's my world
+[Chorus: Freeway]
+Nigga still gotta get his grind on
+Come get introduced to my home
+I grew up in the crime zone
+Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
+You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly
+Now get your grind on
+Come get introduced to my home
+A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin' mo' stressed
+Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor
+'Cause the streets are killin'
+Now get your grind on
+
+[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
+I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun
+Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggas run
+Crack pull up, everybody clear out
+Anybody pumpin' that rock is gettin' aired out
+I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack
+Your mommy got a body but she itchin' to clap
+And I know you pitchin' purple but we switchin' the packs
+Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin' the facts
+On that I 9-5 swervin' to a town near you
+My niggas watch out for that Black Suburbans
+And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home
+And papi got it good, he could put you on
+Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot
+Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
+Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops
+Just to see my niggas eat and shit and huggin' the blocks
+Crack a chastise 'em, right besides 'em
+In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
+We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
+And niggas get shot in broad day 'cause we don't give a...
+Fuck, little niggas on bike and just shoot you
+All for a pair of some Nikes, the shit's brutal
+I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack
+Then they call the shit the bomb smack
+Word to Crack, the God body, the hard body, the realest ever
+The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never
+[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+This goes out to cats (stupid), fingers in they ass again
+Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin'
+Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and
+Be Mor-gan than Freeman
+I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces
+Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip
+I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
+Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me
+My crew be unruly (what)
+Some old school cats that call gats toolies
+Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
+And fuck without rubbers (what), specialize
+In killin' wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin', shit
+When Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin'
+Killin' ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
+Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home
+On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks
+'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+I Really Want to Show You[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker!
+Y'all better be swift with that punch button, Jack!
+Biggie! - Biggie!
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
+Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
+People look at you like youse the user
+Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
+But they don't know about your stress-filled day
+Baby on the way mad bills to pay
+That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
+And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
+I remember I was just like you
+Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
+Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G
+I had to get P-A-I-D that's why my mom's hate me
+She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
+Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
+Packed up my tools for my raw power move
+Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
+For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
+And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
+Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
+Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
+Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
+For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
+Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
+You better have your gat in hand cause man
+[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo]
+Come and run with me - I really wanna show you
+How I run the streets - I really wanna show you
+How I'm clockin' G's - I really wanna show you
+Come and run with me - I really wanna show you
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I had the master plan
+I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
+With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
+They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two TECs
+And when he start to bust, he like to ask: "Who's next?"
+I got my honey on the Amtrak
+With the crack in the crack of her ass
+Two pounds of hash in the stash
+I wait for hon to make some quick cash
+I told her she could be Lieutenant
+Bitch got gassed
+At last, I'm literally loungin' black
+Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks
+Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
+Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
+See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
+Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
+Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
+We got infiltrated like Nino at the Carter
+Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
+By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
+And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
+I told her when she hit the bricks, I'll make the hooker rich
+Conspiracy - She'll be home in three
+Until then I looks out for the whole family
+A true G, that's me! Blowing like a bubble;
+In the everyday struggle
+[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo]
+Come and run with me - I really wanna show you
+How I run the streets - I really wanna show you
+How I'm clockin' G's - I really wanna show you
+Come and run with me - I really wanna show you
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
+Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
+
+[Verse 4: Nas]
+Guns and diamonds
+Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin'
+Take keys 'til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
+This kid he got his crib raided, police found grams
+They locked up, his whole fam; moms, sister, his old man
+Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
+Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
+He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
+Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a separate car
+Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
+Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
+Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
+High technology dealers, to the users and losers
+Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
+Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
+My niggas die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
+City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
+Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and bras
+My bitches out of state get busy while they pushin my cars
+Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
+Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
+Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash
+For the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
+Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
+Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
+Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
+Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby
+[Chorus (repeat to fade)]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mumbling & Whispering[Notorious B.I.G.]
+And ya don't stop, hit it!
+Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
+When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared
+Why? I'm not the stick-up man
+I don't want the rings on your hand, I don't understand
+When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo
+Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh!
+And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend
+But this bankrolls they won't spend
+I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed 'em
+When it come to 'wassup' the peace sign is how I greet em - uh
+Sometimes they won't get that, sweating me for some chit-chat
+Bite my lyrics like kit-kats
+Open your eyes, realize ain't no sugar in my tank
+Out of all my friends, there's just one I want to thank
+My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
+That good things come to those who wait
+And we've 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
+Stay dip, take out of state trips
+Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip
+I'm a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my specialty
+And the best is me, so the rest will see
+B.I.G. don't need to 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 - uh
+Even the strong don't last long
+Cause I'm Brooklyn born, bay-bro
+I'm not a paper gangster of no sort, don't smoke Newports
+When I get stressed I grab my vest
+Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick about who we flipped then whipped
+I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss
+You know, of course, they took a loss
+Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand
+Like sinkin' in quicksand, ya need a hand my man
+Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
+When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme
+I was telling ya not to flare up
+He's about to tear up, I'm telling you not to erupt
+Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh
+50 Grand, and I'm the BIG
+Mister Cee..
+[Mister Cee]
+Yo, here we go here we go here we go here we go here we go motherfucker here we go
+Can ya withstand this kind of a man
+Gettin in your ass like sand
+But this ain't a date at the beach lil each
+And every mc in the place check the speech
+And i'll bet the dough from my show they can't get wit
+Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit
+
+[Notorious B.I.G interjecting]
+Nah nah nah nah nah love. you can't do it like that love. you got to ride that motherfucker you know what I'm sayin? you got to riiide that motherfucker
+
+Try to get props on the brother, that pops the most
+And clocks the most, drops the most shit like a pigeon
+Listen, to the words I'm slippin' through saliva
+Ain't a MC liver, I'm the rap MacGyver
+Doin' tricks with my lips so quick
+If you blink you would miss the great style of Chris
+Don't try to diss, cause I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint
+Rappers that think they the joint
+Huh, they'll get the point quicker
+Faster even, MC's I'm leavin' until you can't breathin
+You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide
+Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die
+Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya
+To let ya know that I can fight before I slayed ya
+Call me Chris, this I insist
+Anything different will lead to closed fist
+A wrap up. you don't wanna get tapped upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Let Me Get Down[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man
+Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
+Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
+MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker, huh?
+I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
+Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin', huh?
+The raw rapper, spine snapper
+With the little hookers on my lap-ah
+You know the flavor Mack-ah
+A shy nigga but I ain't your fuckin comforter
+And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin her
+Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her
+If she tried to front, then I drop the Chuckii Booker on her:
+"Why you wanna play your games on me?"
+Bitch, you're crazy, commitments, I'm Swayze
+No time for the ill shit
+Rest with the niggas on that real bloodspill shit
+My rappin' tactics are drastic
+Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
+So if you wanna see my pedigre
+You better be filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me
+So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+
+[Hook: Craig Mack]
+Hahhhh, AHHHHHHHH HAH
+Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(Hahhhh boy, let me get down and funk em)
+Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(Yeah.. uh-huh.. yeah)
+Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(Yo, I just wanna get 'em)
+[Verse 2: G-Dep]
+Yeah, yo
+Odds even, said shoot (blaow)
+Asked me the reason, and I said loot
+Man that's all I'm here for, therefore
+When death declares war, you know what to prepare for
+Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta
+Live on your station, the radiation'll melt ya
+Cool - I guess your momma raised a fool
+You didn't wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school
+Rap terror, shots through your new era
+Get it together, y'all niggas shoulda knew better
+I'm on point like acupuncture
+I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya
+Left side, right side, witcha ho I might slide
+Runnin' wit' this big guy, y'all niggas is pint-size
+Don't make a nigga have to show you the pound
+And show you the sound, that'll put you low in the ground
+Just let me get down
+
+[Hook: Craig Mack]
+Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(What? What?)
+Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(I just wanna funk a little bit)
+Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(Hahh.. I just wanna funk, what? Ahhhh)
+Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]
+I be like: "Whaaaat?" Let me clear my throat
+Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes
+Heyy! Yo, from coast to coast I burn like toast
+So dope that I floats through snow, nig-guh
+Oh, you don't wanna battle me
+The agony be like: "Somebody help me, please!"
+Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better
+In any weather, I biddy-bang-bang in ya, nigga
+Ah-huh, I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop
+Now I pop through your body parts
+Blaow, blaow! You like the way I interact
+Proceed to smack, any MC that's wack
+Ah-huh, microphone check one two
+I do ya tool like them freaks run through your crew
+Give it to me, ohh, send it to me, ohh
+But before I get down, where's my money?
+Let me get down
+
+[Hook: Craig Mack]
+Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(Hahhh.. boyeee)
+Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(I just wanna funk a little bit)
+Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(Hahh.. I just wanna funk)
+Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
+(The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH
+Mack, feelin the funk)
+[Outro: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Bringin' it live to you bitch ass niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tonight[Intro: Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy)]
+(Yo, check this out, yeah motherfuckers)
+(Come on motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers)
+Too much smoke in here man
+Open a fucking window
+What the fuck man
+Yo yo yo yo yo
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
+When I release, you lose teeth like Lil' Cease
+Nigga please, blood floods your Dungarees
+And that's just the half of my warpath
+Laugh now, cry later, I rhyme greater
+Than the average player hater and spectators
+Buy my CD twice, they see me in the streets
+They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"
+Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
+I pull out fo'-fo's and go up in they clothes
+Short-change niggas, snort-'caine niggas
+Extortion came quicker, bought the Range, nigga
+Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be
+'Til Lil' Cease crippled me
+Now I play hard, like my girl's nipples be
+The game sour like a pickle be, y'all know the rules
+Move from BK to New Jeruz; thinking 'bout
+All the planes we flew, bitches we ran through
+Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
+I want my spot back--take two
+Motherfuckers mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious
+Too many niggas on my dick, shit strenuous
+When my men bust, you just move with such stamina
+Slugs missed ya; I ain't mad at 'cha
+Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin'
+Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something
+Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin'
+I laced it with the basic, six TV's a system
+Knocking Mase shit; face it, we hard to hit
+Guard your shit, 'fore I stick you for your re-up
+Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up
+Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss
+[Hook: Joe Hooker]
+Y'all can't see this
+That this might be the night
+This might be the night, that's right, that's right
+This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye)
+
+[Verse 2: Havoc]
+Niggas playing they hands wrong, that's why they won't last long
+Finessed what I was dealt with from the day I was born
+While you bent up on that corner, niggas plotting and scheming
+Up in them little holes, be creeping with Mac demons
+Niggas know not to fuck with my dough
+Niggas know not to fuck with this little bro, I'm 10 seconds hit'n'go
+Black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuk' Timbs
+Enough to confuse any witness
+Strongest of calibers, is what we only travel with
+You gotta get hit, your man dead, so you got a hand in it
+Extort y'all, once friends, now we gotta cross y'all
+You know the niggas with the biggest balls set the new laws
+And flip fours, have 'em washing drawers while you up North
+Gat to your jugular, getting your salad tossed
+Overhearing niggas situations, singing like Lou Rawls
+Sitting on the stand with no remorse
+
+[Hook: Joe Hooker]
+Y'all can't see this
+That this might be the night
+This might be the night, that's right, that's right
+This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye)
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+Yo, yo, how we do niggas, I don't beef, I shoot niggas
+If I can't get the main character, a few niggas then
+I don't need no gin to boost me
+I got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go
+I got fire in my heart, guns in my car
+Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em
+Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
+When the 40-pound hit him, the fuck these niggas thought?
+Could it be the fame, maybe it's the 2 Benz or
+Would it be the same if I couldn't claim those?
+Fuckin' put holes through your Range Rove'
+Cocksucker, beat it, while you bleedin' on the dashboard
+Niggas get, what they hand call for, I'm gettin' rich
+You get deaded, I get erections over revenge, kid
+You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave
+I'll lay a nigga down and steam roll away...
+
+[Hook 2X: Joe Hooker]
+Y'all can't see this
+That this might be the night
+This might be the night, that's right, that's right
+This might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye)
+
+[Outro: Puff Daddy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Lets Get it on (Dirty Harry Blend)[Intro]
+Mic Check
+Bigger than Fred Wreck
+Uh, Check it out
+Uh, Check it out
+
+[Hook]
+It don't stop, It don't stop
+Watch the hit, Nigga
+It don't stop, It don't stop
+Watch the hit, Nigga
+
+[Sample]
+(Dirty Harry)
+(Yeah!)
+
+[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G]
+Big Poppa, Throwing nigga's off of cliffs
+Smoking Spliff's, Disappear With my Bitch
+In a Mitsubishi Eclipse
+Read my lips, "I kill you"
+Blood I'll spill true
+Did i say "Thank you"
+I grant you
+Three wishes, cause i be the Genie
+Niggas is Ass out
+Like Fat Bitches in Bikini's
+[Bridge]
+Read Between the lines
+See what i see
+I see the diary
+Of a Sick Bastard
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G]
+Junior M.A.F.I.A Blaster
+Ruger's on the hip's
+Bought Coke to Flip Chips
+More Bullets to Fill Clips, Check it
+Putting coke in corner store Bodegas
+In the back room playing SEGA, Street Fighter 2
+I'm inviting you
+Get your writing crew, and They Dopest rhymes
+I get up in that Ass, Every time
+
+[Bridge 2]
+Lyrically, I'm Untouchable, Uncrushable
+Getting Mad blunted in a 600
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G]
+Benz, Ask your friends who's the Illest licking shot
+Nigga's screaming, "Biggie Smalls, Tried to kill us"
+
+[Hook]
+It don't stop, It don't stop
+Watch the hip, Nigga
+It don't stop, It don't stop
+Watch the hip, Nigga
+[Verse 4]
+Junior M.A.F.I.A, Representing Bucktown
+Mac-11 Cocked back, Nigga's better duck down
+Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream
+Earrings the drama Biggie Bring
+Lets get itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The What (Unreleased Version)[Verse 1]
+
+[B.I.G.]
+All it's takin'
+Is some marijuana and I'm makin'
+MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
+Back spins to windmills. Who's still the gin drinker?
+Ill thinker explodin' when the paper hits the ink
+Grab your gangster chronicles and turn to page 6-6-6-
+The holocaust, BIG the merciless
+Hurry up and close the gate when my freestyle escapes
+I'm giving young minds statutory rape
+Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right?
+You didn't know the extra clip's on my hip
+You don't want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-(T-H-O-D Man)
+Don't tempt me, you don't wanna fuck with M-E
+
+[Method Man]
+Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
+Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
+It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja
+Comin' where you rest at, surrender
+Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
+Lookin' cold booty like your pussy in December
+Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and
+From Method all you gettin' is a can of ass-whippin'
+Hey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin' all the yappin'
+Actin as if it can't happen
+You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin'
+Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin'
+So what cha' want nigga, ya won't nigga
+I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
+It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
+Kickin' down your god damn door (and it goes a lil' somethin' like this)
+[Chorus: Method Man & Biggie]
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
+(Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop
+(And niggas pack the clips), keep on[Verse 2]
+
+[Method Man]
+Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
+Meth-tical, puttin' niggas back in I.C.U
+I'm lifted true, you can bring your wack-ass crew
+I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
+No question, I be comin' down and shit
+Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
+And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
+I spark and they cells get warm
+I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!
+Baby accept it, utmost respect it and
+(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
+I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
+Bitch
+
+[B.I.G.]
+Welcome to my center
+Honeys feel it deep in they placenta
+Cold as the pole in the winter
+Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat where your heart be at
+Now starts the cardiac arrest Where's your vest?
+You forgot now you slowly drop cuz your heart stopped
+Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin
+Niggas left you, fucked up passed out with your ass out
+Pockets ran through stripped with your brains bashed out
+Niggas wanna do me slugs just run through me
+Like trees to branches
+Cliffs to avalanches
+It's the praying mantis
+Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
+A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon, plus
+(I got more Glocks and techs than you)
+I make it hot (Niggas won't even stand next to you)
+Nigga touch me you better bust me
+Tree times in the head
+Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
+[Chorus: Method Man & Biggie]
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
+(Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop
+(And niggas pack the clips), keep on
+Motherfucker uh
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
+(Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop
+(And niggas pack the clips), keep onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dead Wrong (Original Version)[Hook]
+The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong
+The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong
+[Verse 1]
+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 don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
+The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors
+Who's 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 don't remember shit, just the two hits
+Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit
+Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick
+And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick
+I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
+I was humping around and jumping around
+Jacked her then I asked her, "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G"
+Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
+Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
+Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
+Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
+Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah, I pop plenty shit
+Chump, I'm making hits, no time for the crack rock and shit
+Took it to another level
+Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
+Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
+Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
+Hoes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass
+Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
+The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
+Getting props, proving nobody drops
+Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
+And niggas just can't understand it
+I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
+You know my shit is hitting
+Yeah, y'all, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
+Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers
+For the burner, catch a body, I got styles like karate
+Jiu-jitsu, when I hit you then I split you
+Like a cantaloupe, hope you got a rope to hang yourself
+I rob for self; from Brooklyn, where else?
+Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop
+Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop
+What you think, I'm stupid? My crew is mad deep
+I hope you niggas sleep, huh, yo, Big, you're dead wrong
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Just a Memory[Intro: Diddy]
+Its Bad Boy bitch
+Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G
+Let's go
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions
+Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
+Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
+Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's
+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 Leer
+Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
+Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
+The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying
+So don't you get suspicious
+I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious
+As I leave my competition, respirator style
+Climb the ladder to success, escalator style
+Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all
+Big don't fold y'all, (big don't fold y'all)
+I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you)
+You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die)
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Do you know where you're going to?
+Just a memory, everybody dying
+When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
+Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
+Do you know where you're going to?
+Just a memory, everybody dying
+When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
+Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
+
+[Verse 2: Pusha T]
+Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows
+My back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk
+Spin out the work, as if it's on a ten spoke
+Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke
+Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
+Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
+Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses
+That carried my niggas, and had the church mothers cursing
+Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow
+Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa
+The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing
+And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, (yes!)
+On the flipside, the steel I'm gripping
+You thought all the floss had me slipping?
+Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing
+Lead give permanent concussion, you're nothing
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Do you know where you're going to?
+Just a memory, everybody dying
+When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
+Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
+Do you know where you're going to?
+Just a memory, everybody dying
+When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
+Your nobody 'til somebody kills you
+
+[Verse 3: Malice]
+Ha ha ha ha ha check out the facade
+On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
+A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
+Bentley coupe another short of the arnage
+Even as a youth I was loitering the stoop
+Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue
+I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
+Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
+Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
+And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
+Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle
+Because I'm a provider as long as I am able
+This here hughe the most foolish of blues
+When I tell my mom the price
+She damn near sent me to my room
+It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S
+You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Diddy]
+Biggie Duets...
+Born Again...
+Life After Death...
+Legacy lives on..and on, and on
+These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG
+Shit you ain't even here..
+Motherfuckers better step their game up..
+Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!
+Motherfuckers...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mi Casa[Instrumental break]
+
+[Intro: R. Kelly]
+New York to Chi
+Perfect combination
+Kells, Biggie
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+You see, I don't sweat these hoes
+I keep 'em in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds
+Bitches just like to play the merry-go
+[Yeah we know, drop the scenario]
+It was me, Dee, the MPV
+The blunts and brew thang, knockin' some Wu-Tang
+M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch
+Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit
+Light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp
+Needless to speak, the Gee's obsolete
+Don't sleep! Banged the skins in a week
+On the creep up the avenue
+I seen her on the block, who she rappin' to?
+That's my nigga Dee, damn he got Gee
+Now she fuckin him and fuckin me, see
+
+[Hook: R. Kelly]
+Mi casa, you casa (Oh)
+I ain't lookin for no wife
+I just wanna give dick to ya (Oh)
+Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha
+Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya
+Girl show me how to work that thing (Wo-oh)
+You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing (Oh Oh)
+Baby baby, can't you see? (Whoa)
+We gon' fuck until six in the mornin (Whoa)
+[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Now I play her far like a moon play a star
+She still sweat me hard cause I'm a rap star
+I be cruisin up the block, I be passin her
+Pimpin hard with the female passenger
+And the only time I call her to hang
+Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, schemin on a gang-bang
+She should've used her intuition
+Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen
+She's sayin I dissed her cause I'm fuckin her sister
+A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh
+But she started that fuckin family
+She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me?
+Plus your sister look better than you
+Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
+So break the fuck out like a rash
+I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit yo' nasty ass
+
+[Bridge: Charlie Wilson]
+Red bows, stilettos do please
+Hit fellas to show off yo' booty
+I'm hangin wit the best of them, sweet
+If you wanna, I'm a veteran
+When I show up to the club, it's V-I-P (Oh)
+When they dressin in the club if it's B.I.G. (Ooh wee)
+I'm not lookin to find a wife (Find a wife)
+Just someone to make a friend of mine
+[Hook: R. Kelly]
+Mi casa, you casa (Oh)
+I ain't lookin for no wife
+I just wanna give dick to ya (Oh)
+Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha
+Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya
+Girl show me how to work that thing (Wo-oh)
+You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing (Oh Oh)
+Baby baby, can't you see? (Whoa)
+We gon' fuck until six in the mornin (Whoa)
+
+[Verse 3: R. Kelly]
+I roll up, the black Impala
+I'm so high when I walk in the club
+I see this chick that used to get the dick
+Now she freakin on the floor, make a nigga reminisce
+Ah, wanna back in my ride again
+But I don't want no girlfriend
+See I just wanna hit it and we can be cool
+We can do this if you feelin the same way too
+Come on girl, lets go to my hotel
+After party all night in my hotel
+Pop mo', smoke 'dro in my hotel
+In twenty minutes, girl hit me on my cell
+
+[Hook: R. Kelly]
+Mi casa, you casa (Oh)
+I ain't lookin for no wife
+I just wanna give dick to ya (Oh)
+Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha
+Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya
+Girl show me how to work that thing (Wo-oh)
+You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing (Oh Oh)
+Baby baby, can't you see? (Whoa)
+We gon' fuck until six in the mornin (Whoa)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ultimate Rush[Intro: Missy] + (B.I.G.)
+Uh (uh)
+Come on (uh)
+It goes B to the I to the G so proper
+Missy and Big Poppa (Check it out)
+Call us chief knockers
+
+[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
+Sensimilla, can I feel ya
+All I wanna do is touch ya
+The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby
+
+[Missy]
+Don't you know I'm the ultimate? To get this nookie, be fortunate
+Just like tastin pussy with pork in it
+People stop when I'm walkin in, I'm twist-in twistin 'em
+Back on ten, I'm talkin 'bout like when Mase come back again
+My ski's is immaculate, my paper stackin keep trackin
+I'm mackin yo slackin, reaction makes ya'll dicks grin
+I'm mo' better than gold diggers with figures
+Mo' bigger than Jigga's and even Paris Hilton's
+Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines
+Me won't give you none
+Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me
+The ultimate rush, get high baby
+Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines
+Me won't give you none
+Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me
+The ultimate rush, the drugs baby
+[Hook 2x] (w/ Biggie ad-libs)
+
+[Verse Two: B.I.G. & Missy Elliott
+Now Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love with 'em
+Hit 'em and forget 'em and go handle my business
+I like the kind of whine and dine, who grindin' all the time
+Yo ex girl was a fly, but now lucked up on a dime, nigga
+What is it with you, all you wanna do is lay around
+And stay around and get mad when I play around
+I like to lay never work, put your money in my purse
+To the mall, I go search matchin' shoes for my skirt
+Tuesday I saw you on the zee, but you still wanna get wit me
+Wednesday is the Benz day, that's what your friends say
+Me and my friends got your Benz, attractin' mens
+And spendin' dividends, blowin' like the wind
+
+[Hook 2x] (w/ Biggie ad-libs)
+
+[Verse Three: B.I.G. & Missy Elliott]
+So I guess you think I'm slippin' cause I ain't flippin'
+Baby, I'm Big Poppa, ain't no need to be trippin'
+I ain't trippin' nor flippin', I'm just liquor sippin'
+At the bar, tippin' wit your money, can you pay the difference?
+It seems like it's a waste of time, that's why I wrote the rhyme
+I hear you jump in every car, except for mines
+Nigga, I don't jump in cars, I'm a superstar
+Face way to flaw, you should hang me on your wall
+All I do all day is drink Tanqueray
+Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face
+Make me smile, see them teeth, me look cute down to them features
+My waste, my physique, me don't want freak-a-leek
+Should I wine and dine? You put ring on your fingers
+While sex from the next man in the bedroom lingers
+Sex will never linger, hold up, put up the blinkers
+I flow just like sprinklers, give yo ass the middle finger
+You better slow your roll baby, you ain't got enough dough to pay me
+You know the pin number, just page me when you will baby
+[Hook 2x] (w/ Missy ad-libs)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wake Up{*Korn electric guitar plays until 0:33*}
+
+[Notorious B.I.G.]
+What you expected from his next of kin
+I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
+I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
+A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
+The lesson from the Smith and 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, if I should die before I wake
+
+[Korn] + (Notorious B.I.G.)
+I'm here, I'm watching you (if I should die before I wake)
+Love, the flesh, my blood's pourin through (if I should die before I wake)
+This, can be, reality (if I should die before I wake)
+Wake, up, my dead face I see (if I should die before I wake)
+My dead face I see, my dead face I SEE!!
+
+{*Korn electric guitar w/ indistinct shouting*}
+
+[Notorious B.I.G.]
+On your mark, get set, when I spark you're wet
+Look how dark it get when you're marked wit death
+Should I, start your breath or should I let you die
+If he start to cry, ask why?
+Lyrically, I'm worshipped, don't front, the word's sick
+You cursed it, but rehearsed it
+I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
+You herbs get, stomped quickly for raw T's and show money
+Don't forget the publishin, I'm punishin
+I'm done wit them, son I'm surprised you run wit them
+I think they got cumin, cause they nothin but bitch
+Tryna blow up like nitro wit dynamite sticks
+Mad I smoke, but yo I rock diamonds that's sick
+Got paper off my flow, ride wit my own click
+Take chicks to Cairo, layin wit yo' bitch
+I know you playin you was rich
+Fuck you prick, when I see you I'ma..
+[Korn] + (Notorious B.I.G.)
+I am here, I'm watching you (when I see you I'ma..)
+Love, the flesh, my blood's pourin through (when I see you I'ma..)
+This, can be, reality (when I see you I'ma..)
+Wake, up, my dead face I see (when I see you I'ma..)
+My dead face I see (when I see you I'ma..), my dead face I SEE!!
+
+{*Korn electric guitar w/ rock-n-roll singing 'til end*}
+
+[Notorious B.I.G.]
+When I see you I'ma.. when I see you I'ma..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Come On (1st Take)[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up
+Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga
+And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes
+(What did the rest of them niggas do)
+Them motherfuckers was ready for anything
+Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them
+Niggas doing what they had to do holmes
+Niggas on the real flip mode homes
+Niggas coming out like a motherfucker
+Niggas was antsy, like come on, come on, motherfuckers!
+
+[Hook]
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+
+[Verse 1: Sadat X]
+Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
+Off the forehead, everything is real
+Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel
+Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
+Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
+Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
+With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking
+[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
+Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
+A strange form, something kind of lyrical
+Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
+Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
+Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
+And, uh, do you know where you're going to?
+Do you like the things that I bring?
+Make an MC wanna sing for a living
+Take the beatdown we fucking giving
+C'mon, motherfucker!
+
+[Hook]
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+
+[Verse 3: Sadat X]
+I walk slight but I carries a big stick
+Nobody pay me close, hey Biggie buy another toast
+My shit is set off
+Somebody screaming somebody is shot
+Is it over Crack, or a nigga will try to act?
+The big city don't spare no bodies
+Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
+I'm in real form, ready to rush your dorm
+Hold back your mom 'cause I came for your daughter
+Is it time for slaughter, or should I pull the plug?
+Sometimes I get wild lifted, and niggas tell me I bug
+I claim now, this my set, somebody could be wet
+Ayo Biggie, give me the word and I'll let out the herd
+With that Uptown spliff, 45th inside the gift
+And we can do this
+Check it out
+[Hook]
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+
+[Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.]
+I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's
+Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end
+You can't 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, that's how I got the weed spot
+I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread
+Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
+So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
+I tote guns, I make number runs
+I give MCs the runs dripping
+When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
+Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
+My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
+Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
+[Hook]
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come on
+Come on, motherfuckers, come onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Suicidal Thoughts(Izzamuzzic Remix)[Intro]
+When I die..(B.I.G speech reversed)
+That's what I was...I wasn't killing myself shit
+Fuck,if I was gay,I wouldn't have to worry about nothin'
+I could just lay up,and be in heaven when I die
+
+[Verse 1:The Notorious B.I.G]
+When I die,fuck it,I wanna go to hell
+'Cause I'm a piece of shit,it ain't hard to fucking tell
+It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
+Dressed in white,I like black Timbs and black hoodies
+God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
+No sleeping all day,no getting my dick licked
+(Hanging with) Hanging with the goodie goodies
+Loungin' in paradise,fuck that shit
+I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
+All my life I've been considered as the worst
+Lyin' to my mother,even stealing out her purse
+Crime after crime,from drugs to extortion
+I bet my mother wish he got a fuckin' abortion
+She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
+Sucking on her chest,just to stop my fuckin' hunger
+I wonder if I die,would tears come to her eyes
+Forgive me for my disrespect
+(Forgive me) Forgive me for my lies
+[Interlude]
+I wasn't even like
+"How am I feeling right now?I feel like killing myself"
+....It wasn't like that,I was just thinking like
+"Damn,stressed up in the same fucking room"
+
+[Verse 2:The Notorious B.I.G]
+My baby mother's 8 months,my little sister's 2
+Who's to blame for both of 'em
+I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
+Throw the Magnum to my head threaten to pull shit
+And squeeze..until the bed's,completely red
+I'm glad I'm dead,a worthless fucking Buddha head
+The stress is building up,I can't
+I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind,I wanna leave
+I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' calling me
+Nah,you wouldn't understand..
+You see it's kinda like what crack did to Pookie
+In New Jack,except when I cross over,
+There ain't no coming back
+Should I die on the train tracks,like Ramo in Beat Street
+People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
+My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
+She knew me and her sister had something going on
+I reached my peak,I can't speak
+Call my nigga Chic,tell him that my will is weak
+I'm sick of niggas lying,I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
+Matter fact,I'm sick of talking
+[Interlude:Bad Boy Records]
+Yo whattup man,did you hear that new toot
+Shit,nigga was talking 'bout how I fucked yo bitch,you know all that Shit and he was dissin' and shit
+I was like "Yo,what?"then I look in the back seat
+This is true talk,can't make this shit up
+This mo'fucka look in the back seat and was like
+"Oh shit,B.I.G!Lemme get a autograph"
+Yo,nigga(Laughter)
+
+
+[Outro:B.I.G&Headline News reporter]
+Yeah
+Uh
+I like my fleak,and tell me like
+I got on...
+
+Earlier this day in Los Angeles,Wallace,
+Also known as Biggie Smalls was shot from a
+Passing vehicle
+He had been named Rap Artist of The Year at the
+Billboard Awards 1995
+
+(inhale) (exhale)
+(GUNSHOT)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+House of Pain[Intro]
+"It's the same murder! You made our streets into what these people call the 'killing field!'"
+[Verse 1: 2Pac]
+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 ain't 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 to stay alive
+Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry
+They ask me how I'm livin', I'm a hustler
+Buckin' busters 'til they die
+Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard?
+Niggas got they AKs headin' for them 'burbs
+Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
+Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain
+[Interlude]
+"In a city that's upset by the challenge of racial tension at many levels, where the level of violence is higher this year than last"
+"Our city is a war zone"
+[Verse 2: Stretch]
+Yo, I'm hunting down this nigga and he know so he stressin'
+He better count his blessings and get ready for this lesson
+The Stretch 'bout to teach him when I reach him with the MAC
+And lay that ass down on his motherfucking back, Jack
+Slack is something that a nigga don't take
+His moms run the church, so I'ma see her at his fucking wake
+Make way, the nigga paid me the other day
+I'm walking with my son and the nigga got somethin' to say
+Hey! The nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted
+He shoulda watched America's Most, I'm listed
+For killing motherfuckers like him
+So I'ma bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin
+Flim flam, god damn, I'm not the one
+Before I choke him and smoke him
+I'm gonna smack him with my fuckin' gun
+Son, you made your last mistake and I don't know your name
+But welcome to the House of Pain
+[Interlude 2]
+"In the second such case in recent memory, a Bronx woman being charged with murder in the shooting death of her daughter over her crack habit"
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+(Coughing) Huh, the country bud got me chokin'
+I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin'
+Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth
+With the extra clip for that extra shit
+Don't 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 with the hollow-point slug
+So when he licked shots, niggas dropped
+Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
+A little nigga tryna squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
+Payin' dues, while kids was on they one's and two's
+Huh, now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster
+Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder
+It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain
+I'm livin' in the house of pain
+[Outro]
+"He reportedly tried to hide behind a parked car and then beg for his life before he was killed"
+"A hostage in Brooklyn threatened with death, we have—"
+"Registered this morning, they were kidnapped, held for ransom and strangled to death"
+"They hurt us, humiliated us, took stuff for granted, stole from our community"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Lean Back Remix[Intro]
+Brooklyn X4
+Bronx X4
+Queens Bridge X4
+Uptown X4
+
+[Hook]
+YEAH
+Where Brooklyn at x6
+Lean back lean back
+Where Brooklyn at x6
+Lean back lean back
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was a terror since the public school era
+Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin asses
+Smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13
+A chubby nigga on the scene
+I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
+Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black
+Smokin sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
+Honeys wanna chat but all we wanna know is where the party at
+And I can bring ma GAT, if not I hope I dont get shot
+Better throw my vest on ma chest cause niggas is a mess
+It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something
+Buggin and buckin at niggas like I was duck huntin
+Dumbin out just me and my crew
+Cause all we wanna do is (The rockaway)
+[Hook]
+Ma niggas dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway
+Lean Back (Brooklyn)
+Lean Back (Uptown)
+Lean Back (Queensbridge)
+Lean Back (Bronx)
+Say Ma niggas dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway
+Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back
+
+[Verse 2]
+
+Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks, seen my men sayd that I knew from the
+Projects
+Said he had beef, asked me if I had ma piece
+Sure do two 22s in ma shoes
+Holla if u need me luv, I'm in the house
+Roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about
+Moet poppin ho hoppin ain't no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy
+Niggas wanna front who got ur back? Biggie
+Niggas wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie
+It ain't hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser
+Nigga u scared ur supposed to
+Nigga I toast ya put fear in ur heart
+F**k up the party before it even start
+Is he drunk over henny and skunk
+Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+
+Bitches in the back looking righteous
+In a tight dress I think I might just
+Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one
+How to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum
+Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jock got the GLOCK in his waist and was smokin
+Drinking got the Hooker thinking
+If money smell bad then this ni**a biggie's stinkin
+Is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm
+She grabbed ma arm and said let's leave calm
+Im hitting skins again
+Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken
+Ni**as start to Loc out, a kid got choked out
+Blows was thrown and a F**KING fight broke out
+Can't we just all get along?
+So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil' Shawn
+
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+1995 Westwood Freestyle (Me & Craig)[Craig Mack]
+Flip funk in the UK
+Pass the ill fill
+And I can feel all the Flava
+Kicking from the UA- US neighbour
+Kick all the Flava
+Do the Mack do, what you wanna do, you savour
+This step is called the BRU to the T
+Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
+Mack is inside your town
+Busting lyrics tourture like the missiles slow you down
+Sup with B.I.G? Pass the microphone to you so I can take a puff
+
+[The Notorious B.I.G]
+Who throw gats to Guiliani?
+Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me, die G
+Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out the tip of his dick
+Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
+Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
+Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach
+I strangle each
+Negro for they dough
+Niggas get to bendin', got two cases, one pending
+560 V-12 engine, niggas swimmin'
+In 929 Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
+The menage-a-trois is at my crib
+Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
+Windows cracked, so sit back relax
+Craig, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash
+[Craig Mack]
+Well, BANG! let's kick it off like a butt
+More fakes than Allen front to leave you lost like a treasure hunt
+From now on, y'all crossed the land
+Craig Mack's the upper hand with more rhymes than the beach got sand
+You're an MC, yo my original job is that mistaken raps'll guarantee you look like a slob
+I got more rhymes than kids got the measles
+You shooting needles, we are bigger than The Beatles
+I crush , hush with the Super Sunday rush
+We're trotting to the cot cause your style turns back to mush
+I flip out the funk off the frame
+Now you know my name- Mackalicious, ain't you got a king?
+Before 10:00 Westwood, I'm no good
+Shaking from here to back to Breckwood
+On One FM rap show, the illest flow that you ever heard on your radio
+Biggie Smalls, my motherfucking man, take the microphone and kick the wicked like a man
+
+[The Notorious B.I.G]
+I went from construction Timbs to Acs with rims
+Flipping mixtapes to bitches feeding me grapes
+Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
+That weed make my ass wanna KILL FOUR PEOPLE!
+Forget the dames, gimme the range and the wain
+My niggas up the pawn drop top jag walls
+Blindfold you when you step in the car
+That's the superstar status apparatus, more wings than clutches
+Cease roll the hash, it's in the pocket with the nine
+Lick off the wine as my seats recline
+I want a presidential Rollie
+So I crush MC's, the guacamole making Robin scream "Holy Molly!"
+Big Poppa, off the caper, I'm that paper crusader
+Playing Sega in a widebody blazer
+And if you don't know now you know
+My flow you pick like an afro
+Wet like Soul Glo
+...Uh, you don't stop...
+
+[Notorious B.I.G]
+Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs
+Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse
+Read my lips, I kill you, blood will spill too
+Did I say thank you? I grant you
+Three wishes cause I be the genie
+Niggas is ass out like fat  bitches in bikinis
+Read between the lines, see what I see?
+I see the diary of a sick bastard
+Junior M.A.F.I.A blaster
+Rugers on the hips, bought coke to fill chips
+More burners to fill clips, check it...
+Putting coke in corner store bodegas
+In the back room playing Sega Streetfighter 2
+I'm inviting you, get your writing crew and their dopest rhymes
+I'll get up in that ass every time
+Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
+Getting mad blunted in a 600 Benz
+Ask your friends who's the illest
+Licking shots niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us
+
+[Craig Mack]
+I get ill...
+It's time for a funk refill of rhymes that I kill as I shoot 'em in the grill
+MC's, I'm not impressed
+Your best don't just throw your chest
+Where's the bullet proof or the wool vest, won't matter
+Your chest will shatter
+On the tip of my dick baby you are the badder
+MC's now feel funktified
+They tried but now they died
+[The Notorious B.I.G]
+Biggie bring big bowls of beef
+Backing bitch niggas down burners bring bundles of belief
+Common thief slash drug chief, syndicated
+Went from 10k to 24k, competition hated, J.M. sedated
+Quarantine
+Big for president, busting shots past your spleen
+9 millimeter dreams, Mac 11 nightmares
+Which MC's do you fear? Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A, nuff said
+Niggas disrespect just I dead
+
+[Craig Mack]
+Just I dead
+MC's will turn red from the shot I lick, Ceaser sick
+Too much shagging, too much drinking, too much thinking
+MC's are blinking the third eye when I pass by
+Mackalicious got the sweet potato fried for you motherfucker, I... touch the microphone
+I do or die, make the hardest motherfucker cry when a MC pass by
+I flip rhymes off the top of my head just like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
+A vocal volcanic microphone, robotic tonic atonic
+The microphone is mine so MC's panic
+I get down for my ground
+You could see I met James Brown in your town
+Flipping funk on a Friday on my malware
+In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway, driveway
+Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
+Ill bend flows when I go...
+From flow to top ten... to dough...
+Flow ill flow, Badboy down said so
+So Biggie Smalls my man, take command
+Turn each MC you see into sand
+
+(Change of beat)
+
+[Craig Mack]
+I stretch the funk like my name was Plastic Man
+Eating MC's out the can in my hip-hop wonderland
+I got the venom like the snake's got the venom, I put it in 'em
+Faces turn bluer than my denim
+But don't look down though my name is David Banner
+Flipping green on the mic cause they can't control my gamma
+So stop hogging us, Mack's the erogenous
+So rap full grown, see us the acrogynous
+There ain't a rapper liver than the rebel
+My voice don't carry treble, eat MC's like a vegetable
+Crack a few stepping on the pedal
+Heavy off the medal, life's stronger waiting for the sun to settle
+King MC, for that I thank the LORD
+Ill vocal chords sometimes you get the style bored
+As we break it down, Biggie Smalls represent Brooklyn your hometown
+
+(Change of Beat)
+
+[The Notorious B.I.G]
+Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions
+Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
+Giving pleasure in the Benzito
+Hitting fannies, spending chips at Manny's
+Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
+Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets
+6 up in your wig-piece, nigga decease
+Mxwaah! May you rest in peace
+With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
+.44 and 54 draws
+As my pilot, steers my Lear- yes, my dear
+Shit's official, only the Feds I fear
+Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
+The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
+So don't you get suspicious
+I'm Big dangerous you're just a little vicious
+As I leave my competition, respirator style
+Climb the ladder to success escalator style
+Hold y'all breath, I told y'all
+Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all
+I spit phrases that'll thrill you
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+
+(Change of beat)
+
+[The Notorious B.I.G]
+Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
+As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
+Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan
+It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada
+Fuck Poppa, you got to call me Francis M.H. White
+Intake light tokes, tote iron
+Was told in shootouts, stay low, keep firing
+Keep extra clips for extra shit
+Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
+The most shady, Frankie baby
+Ain't no telling where I may be
+May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming
+With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
+You should know my steelo
+Went from 10 G's for blow to 30 G's a show
+To orgies with hoes I never seen before
+So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'
+Penis before I squeeze and bust
+If the beef between us, we can settle it
+With the chrome and metal shit
+Make it hot like a kettle get
+You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
+You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great AdventureEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Born Again (Intro)[Spoken: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+What about ten years from now?
+Ten years from now, where do I want to be?
+I wanna be... just livin', man
+Just living comfortably with my niggas, man
+In a pool and shit, smoking plenty indo, you know I'm saying?
+I got my wife, just lounging with my wife, you know I'm saying?
+With my daughter, her daughter, you know
+Just laid back, just chillin', you know I'm saying?
+Living all my niggas is living where I think I be?
+Ten years, I don't think I will see it
+For real dog, for real, man
+That shit ain't promised, man
+I don't think my luck is that good, I hope it is
+But if it ain't, so be it, I'm ready
+(You're dead wrong)
+
+[Chant]
+The weak or the strong
+Who got it going on?
+You're dead wrong
+[Repeat til fade out]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Love No Ho (Demo)[Intro]
+Yo Bigs, man, what's wrong man?
+You look like you got problems man
+
+[Notorious B.I.G.]
+Hey yo man, psh man..
+It's this fuckin' bitch, man!
+Shit, I know I ain't s'posed to have no feelings for these hoes out here man, but
+This bitch on the back of my mind man (word?)
+Yeah man... done wrote a rhyme 'bout the bitch man
+(Let me hear it) Want me to drop the drama kid? (Yeah)
+
+Yeah, dedicatin this to you man
+Cause my man 50 Grand told me straight up and down man
+I ain't 'sposed to love NO ho
+Knahmsayin? I tried to tell her 50
+I got three rules in life
+I'm not to be played with, played on or played out
+I'mma drop it like this
+
+[Verse One]
+Lyin' in my bed, I'm lookin' at four walls
+Echo in my head sayin' I got a lot of gall
+Grippin' my cap, my pen in my teeth
+Thinkin' what this ho said, she called me a thief
+She said I stole her heart, and didn't leave a trace
+I told her I was sorry, and she said "get out my face"
+Walked out my door with my Walkman in my pocket
+Playin "Love Is a House," and thinkin how she jocked it
+When she had the key, to open up my door
+Adore, that Prince scan that bought me on the floor
+I know that she loved me, I couldn't ever fake it
+I say go buy a pie, the girl would go bake it
+Makin' a record was important to me
+More important than her that's what made her flee, see
+The mistake was not payin' no mind
+All her posse said we was "two of a kind"
+I call her back twice, your sister said you're broke
+She said "when you left, your ears was full of smoke
+Chokin' on a cigarette, you don't even smoke!"
+Jumped in the train station put in a token
+Coulda been my partner, amigo, my peer
+Just waitin' for them three words that all girls wanna hear
+"I love you," huh, you would start to cry, if
+I would reply with I.L.Y
+Then I tell your friends that you played me out
+Said I wouldn't say "I love you" just to make you shout
+So I, call up 7 digits that would pick up your phone
+Your sister picked it up and said that you wasn't home
+I heard you in the back cryin' up a storm
+Screamin' how you wish that I never was born
+"I hate him! I hate him!" That's what she kept sayin
+She'll come to her senses is what I kept prayin'
+But now I'm gonna lay the cards on the line
+Just say that you hate me, or say that you're mine
+I said, when I played ball you was in the stands
+When I was sick, you held my hand
+It was hard to say before, but now I can
+Bitch, I love no ho, fuck ya!
+[Interlude:]
+I don't give a fuck about'cha
+Take a long walk off a short pier, bitch
+Tryna to take bankrolls
+Bum bitches outta here 50, man
+Now check this
+
+[Verse Two]
+Come to my crib, she say, "B.I.G. listen
+I don't like the way you been dissin'"
+Feel like I been kissin' other bitches cause my lips feel chapped
+I tell you "it's from the blunts," you ain't tryin to hear that
+Now I'm Henny'd like a fuck? What's the riff?
+Who I'm sleepin with? I ain't got the time
+To shoot the gift to hoes, I'm tryin to take bankroll
+I ain't fuckin nobody, case closed
+You hit the lights and decide to doze off
+No kiss goodnight, didn't take your clothes off
+And my dick is harder than a rock
+Nobody to cockblock but you's a hardrock
+The fuck you think I am, gay?
+I ain't got no time to play I ain't got nothin' to say
+Bounce out the crib, just to see my man 50
+And what's up with B.I.G
+And the O.G.B., you know they keep plenty hookers
+And I ain't a bad looker
+So I see one ho that I like yeah, oooh
+Shit is cool
+[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G., ?]
+Trust no hoes, all they want is bankroll
+That's what I'm tryin to tell you now baby
+My man 50 done schooled me to all y'all hookers
+Knahmsayin? I ain't lame to this
+Can't spell game without me, the B.I.GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+House of Pain (Bad Boy Remix)[Intro: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
+Born Again, pain
+
+[Verse 1: 2Pac & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
+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 ain't 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 to stay alive
+Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry
+They ask me how I’m livin?
+I’m a hustler, buckin' busters 'til they die
+Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
+Niggas got they AKs headin' for the 'burbs
+Aimin' at them skin head bitches let it rain (House of pain, oh)
+Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain
+
+[Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
+House of pain (Joe Hooker), house of pain, house of pain
+Welcome to the house of pain
+House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain
+Welcome to the house of pain
+[Verse 2: Stretch & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
+Yo, I’m hunting down this nigga and he knows so he’s stressin'
+He better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson
+'Cause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the MAC
+And lay that ass down on this motherfuckin' back, jack
+Slack is somethin' that a nigga don't take
+His moms run the church, so I'ma see her at his fuckin' wake
+Make way, the nigga paid me the other day
+I'm walking with my son, and the nigga had somethin' to say
+Hey, the nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted
+He should've watch Americans Most, I'm listed
+For killin' mothafuckers like him
+So I'ma bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin
+Flim-flam, goddamn, I'm not the one
+Before I'ma choke him and smoke him
+I'ma smack him with my fuckin' gun
+Son you've made your last mistake and I don't know your name (House of pain, whoa)
+But welcome to the house of pain
+
+[Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
+House of pain, house of pain, house of pain
+Welcome to the house of pain
+House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain
+Welcome to the house of pain
+
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G. & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
+The country bud got me chokin'
+I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin'
+Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8 shot fifth
+With the extra clip for that extra shit
+Don't you know that killing is thrilling?
+All the blood spilling is all a part of drug dealing
+A born gangster, my daddy was a thug
+Had a .38 with the hollow point slug
+So when he licked shots, niggas dropped
+Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
+A little nigga tryna squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
+Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's, huh
+Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster
+Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder
+It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain (House of pain)
+I'm livin' in the house of pain
+[Chorus: Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre]
+House of pain, house of pain, house of pain
+Welcome to the house of pain
+House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain
+Welcome to the house of pain
+House of pain, house of pain (Woah), house of pain
+Welcome to the house of pain (We might die in here)
+House of pain (Woah), house of pain (Woah), house of pain
+Welcome to the house of pain
+
+[Outro: Harve 'Joe Hooker' Pierre]
+Woah, woah (This is a tribute)
+Woah, woah (Bad Boy)
+Woah, woah (House of Pain)
+Woah, woah
+Woah, woah (Ch, lost)
+Woah, woah
+Woah, woah
+Woah, woah
+Woah, woahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Party and Bullshit (Ratatat Remix)[Biggie]
+
+I was a terror since the public school era
+Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
+Smoking blunts was a daily routine
+Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
+I used to have the tre` duce
+And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
+Now i got the mack in my knapsack
+Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
+And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
+Honeys want to chat
+But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
+And can i bring my gat?
+If not, I hope I don't get shot
+But i throw my vest on my chest
+'Cause niggas is a mess
+It don't take nothin' but frontin'
+For me to start somethin'
+Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like i was duck huntin'
+Dumbing out, just me and my crew
+Cause all we wanna do is...
+
+Chorus:
+Party... And bullshit, and... (x9)
+[Biggie]
+
+Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
+Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
+Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice
+Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
+Holler if you need me love i'm in the house
+Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
+Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY
+Niggas wanna front, who got your back?
+Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat?
+It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
+Nigga you scared you're supposed to
+Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart
+Fuck up the party before it even start
+Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff
+Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!
+
+Chorus (x9)
+
+[Biggie]
+
+Bitches in the back looking righteous
+In a tight dress, i think i might just
+Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
+And have fun with Jamaician rum
+Conversations, blunts in rotation
+My man Big Jacques got the Glock in his waist and
+We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
+If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
+She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
+I'm hittin' skins again
+Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
+Niggas start to look out, a kid got choked out
+Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
+[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing
+Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"]
+
+[Biggie]
+
+Can't we just all get along?
+So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn
+Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
+And it's on, and I'm gone
+That's that
+
+[Chorus w/ Puff Daddy talking after selected lines]
+
+Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+And Party... and Bullshit
+Repeats until fade outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Grab My Gun[Hook:]
+Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck!
+So I grab my gun
+A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon
+Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun!
+
+[Biggie]
+I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick
+Give your testicles a swift kick ain't that some shit
+Am I hard-hardcore harder than the Plymouth
+It ain't no myth. It's a nigga with a spliff
+And a chrome four-fifth pressed on yo back
+So what you want nigga?
+How you wanna act?
+I'm uncivilized cause I love to see niggas die
+Brains all leaking out on the street
+And the pastor preaching: he was a good man
+Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
+Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis
+Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis
+You fuck with the high die you die
+You're the same motherfucker
+If you look up in the sky
+I want some old nex shit
+Suplex shit
+Hardcore sex shit
+
+[Hook:]
+Grab the 9, 2 clips and run a muck!
+So I grab my gun
+A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon
+Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun!
+
+[Biggie]
+A repetitive loop all I need to display
+Solo is the proof I put it to you boy
+Hope you got the scoop
+Biggie Smalls the rap genius
+I keep the Glock by the penis
+The cleanest cut fuck sluts
+With the big humongous butts
+I used to rub a butt
+My style is Gucci like the hookers pussy
+And it don't take a lot of back talk
+To push me into flamin 'em
+Like that little nigga Damien
+Glock 19 to my motherfucking cranium
+Gang-thight gun toting motherfucker
+Niggas in they brains thought biggie was a sucker
+I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em
+I stripped 'em, cause niggas dont want the friction
+Told you before how I bring the drama
+Slaying Larry Johnson and his grand mama!
+[Hook:]
+Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck!
+So I grab my gun
+A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon
+Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun!
+
+[Biggie]
+Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga when I get busy, throw ya hands in the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality
+Niggas be grabbing me, knowing that they rather be stabbing me
+All up in my back, try'na  take my track
+When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
+Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
+A nigga front throw a gat to the fool next one to move is getting blasted
+Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
+As I release Master piece it's like indecent
+Stuck to your ass like tissue when you're wiping fast
+MC's have a hard time believin'
+I'm marked with death hard to kill like Steven
+With Jacob I'm leavin' the black man's motto: "You got a better chance playing lotto"
+
+[Hook:]
+Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck!
+So I grab my gun
+A fist-full of bullets, a chest full of teflon
+Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ms Wallace (Outro)Hi I'm Voletta Wallace, Biggie's mom
+I wish to thank you for your kind words
+You warm gestures and your constant support over the years
+I also need to share with you a few words about my son
+Please take a few moments and listen
+I hope you gain something from it, thanks
+
+As a child Christopher was outspoken
+When it suited him at times he was quiet
+And of course he was mischievous as all little boys are
+As a young man he liked to do everything
+
+He liked to read, he liked to be with his friends
+As young kids or young boys he enjoyed life
+Everything that would make him happy or comfortable
+He would do but mostly he enjoyed being with his friends and family
+
+His early inspirations toward rap music were
+The LL's of the world, the Sugar Hills, the Mr. Magics
+And the Fat Boys of the rap channel
+Those were all the things I heard in the house
+
+Even though I called it noise and banging
+I know now, it is a accepted musical art form
+I was a single parent, I raised my son on my own
+His father had no influence on his decision
+Towards the musical outlet or career he chose
+My son had a mind of his own, even if his father was around
+He would have turned to rap he loved music, he loved rap
+At a point in my son's life he developed paranoia
+About death and about the dying
+We are living in a world of imperfect human beings
+Where greed, jealousy and envy
+Are manifested by what others have accomplished in life
+My son was very very much aware of that
+He appreciated his station in life on the directions
+In which he was going or traveling
+On the other hand there were others
+Who I should use the hip hop phrase player hating
+And I think that is what resulted in his paranoia
+If I had to change anything in my son's life
+That would have allowed him to be here today
+I would have deterred him from a career in music
+I'm aware that millions appreciate his music, millions loved his music
+Be that it may if he hadn't chosen that lifestyle, that career
+My son would be alive today
+If I could sum up Christopher in one word the word would be generous
+
+The thing that my son loved most about life was the fact that
+He was in a position to help, position to share
+Position to give to others who needed, to others who wanted
+To others appreciated the gifts that he gaveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stickup[Produced by 3rd Eye]
+
+[Intro: 3rd Eye, Face]
+I get paid, you get slayed
+I get paid, you get slayed
+I get paid, you get slayed
+Uh
+I get paid, you get slayed
+We in this mothafucka for real
+I get paid, you get slayed
+Y'all know what time it is
+I get paid, you get slayed
+Everybody hit the motherfucking floor
+
+[Chorus: All, Face with 3rd Eye]
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
+I get paid, you get slayed
+
+[Verse 1: 3rd Eye]
+I got gats, best to back up off me
+Get that ass open like a body part melting
+I make up and I break niggas, snakes stabbin' snake
+I rock techniques (Ah!), y'all freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit
+When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing
+A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
+Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all 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, we don't be bullshitting
+1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me
+Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped
+'Cause I'm strapped, ready to catch a body
+Biggie got the burner, TROO-KULA got the shotty
+Niggas wanna step into my cycle
+And I roll on the trifling, flow like
+Living, backstabbing, crabbing
+You dirty rat, I'm not trying to hear that
+Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at
+Let me get that, man, I'm with that
+Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch, now let me hit that
+The night tripper, script flipper
+Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper
+Nobody's ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar
+Look mom, I'm blowing up
+Your little son is doing stickups
+[Verse 2: Capital LS]
+Yo, yo, fuck that, I'm here to bust up out a crack track
+In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack
+Think I'm a type of anthrax, who needs ex-lax?
+Jacks, car-jacks, stick you for your Sugar Smacks
+And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips
+Misfits, lift the gun until the number one thump's done
+Grab, grab your dick and gets freaky
+Buckshot the boots if the bitch look sneaky
+Tugging on my dreadlocks, swallowing the bed bugs
+Gunshots around the mad blocks
+(We funky niggas)
+So don't try to check the dick
+Fuck around and maybe lose your resolution
+Chris the capital L to the freak the L
+So open the hatch and let the juice spill
+
+[Chorus: All, Face]
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
+I get paid, you get slayed
+
+[Verse 3: TROO-KULA]
+Here yee, have you heard of me, '93
+Take a look-sie, you don't 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
+I'm 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, I'm psycho (Yeah)
+Leave us alone, we can hold our own
+Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
+I be wettin' niggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it
+Where's the funeral, burial? I'm coming strapped
+It's that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back
+I'm the gat toter (Say what?), body bloater (Say what?)
+Hudson River (I heard), nigga shipper
+[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost
+But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
+"Introducing-" yo, fuck that nigga's name
+My hip hop drops on your head like rain
+And when it rains it pours, because my rhymes hardcore
+That's why I give you more of the raw
+Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
+MC's I'm burn, I'm burning hot
+Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow
+'Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just won't know
+I'm homicidal when you enter the target
+Niggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit
+That's why I take 'em out quick
+The mic's done had it, you can suck my motherfucking dick
+If you wanna step to the motherfucking rep
+Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
+You got shot because you're—knock, knock, knock, who's there?
+Another motherfucking heart rock
+Slacking on your macking cause raw's what you lack
+Don't wanna react, but just bring it on back
+
+[Chorus: All, Face]
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
+I get paid, you get slayed
+[Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Let me begin, the .357's to your abdomen
+Shh, listen, Biggie's on a mission
+I'm startin' to drool, give me the jewels
+You know the rules, nigga
+Throw ya face down in the river
+Cement shoes, I do bruise
+Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack
+Two all-beef patties, special sauce, who's the boss?
+I got the gun and make you "Jump" like Kriss Kross
+And when I squeeze, nigga pleaseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Long Kiss Goodnight (Original){Intro:]
+Yo
+I'mma smoke this nigga, man..
+What the fuck y'all doin' man? You fuckin' with the jam master
+(Time, time for you to die)
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight)
+I ain't fuckin with you niggas, I ain't fuckin with you niggas
+This stupid nigga, man
+Fuck that
+Uh
+Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
+Yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo!
+
+[Verse 1:]
+I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
+When I release, you lose teeth like Lil' Cease
+Nigga please, blood floods your dungarees
+And that's just the half of my warpath
+Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
+Than the average playa hater, and spectators
+Buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets
+They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"
+Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
+I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes
+Short-change niggas, snort 'caine niggas
+Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga
+Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be
+Til Lil' Cease crippled me
+Now I play hard, like my girl's nipples be
+The game sour like a pickle be, y'all know da rules
+Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin 'bout
+All the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through
+Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
+I want my spot back, take two
+Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggas envious
+Too many niggas on my dick, shit strenuous
+When my men bust, you just move with such stamina
+Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at ya (we ain't mad at ya)
+Blood rushin', concussions, ain't nothing
+Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something
+Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumping
+I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system
+Knockin' Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit
+Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up
+Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up
+Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
+Long kiss
+[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)]
+Time, time for you to die (dick-ridin' ass niggas everywhere..)
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight (there's more than one dick to ride in the rap game) (no doubt, no doubt)
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What, what, what, what?
+I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at, these fucking
+Maniacs, put my name in raps, what part the
+Game is that? Like they hustle backwards
+I smoke Backwoods and Dutchies, you can't touch me
+Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy
+You're bleeding lovely, with yo, spirit above me
+Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
+Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me
+Rest where the worms and the weak be
+My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
+With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most
+You hold your toast shaky, slippin' tryin' to break me
+Look what you made me do, brains blew
+My team in the marine-blue, six Coupe
+Skeeted out, weeded out, cleanin' out -- the block
+For distances, givin' long kisses bitch!
+[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)]
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Frank White the menacing, Chron-Chron's the medicine
+I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin
+Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer
+Then, drugs and MAC-10s
+Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you
+Be broke -- girls won't date you
+That's why I relate to, choke yo' ass out til your face blue
+Make you, open the safe too
+No matter how you call it (how you call it)
+This brolic, alcoholic
+Like his weed green'd out, like his brick solid
+Distribute to, kids who, take heart like Valentine
+Drink Ballantine, all the time
+Slugs hit your chest tap your spine, flatline
+Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo' times
+Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though
+Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no
+[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)]
+Time, time for you to die
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
+Time, for you to die
+As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight
+
+[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Fuck that!
+That nigga tryna be on that up and coming shit, FUCK THAT!
+I ain’t the type to toot my horn, but toot toot motherfucker! I’m the nicest nigga in the game, man! Face the motherfucking facts man!
+You fuckin' with the other side! You can’t see me! You can’t see me! In a fistfight you won’t SEE me nigga!
+Sick of this bullshit
+Only reason I ain’t naming no names, is so I don't give these  bitch-ass niggas a chance to make a record coming back just to sell a few units
+Faggots!
+(we blowin' kisses at you niggas)
+Old dirty half-ass niggas, man..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Never Dead[Biggie: Verse 1]
+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 I'm broke or not
+Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
+Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
+16 shots for my niggas in the pen
+Until we motherfucking meet again
+I'm doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
+Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
+Cause I'm 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
+I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
+Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
+I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick
+The funk, baby
+
+[Chorus 2x}
+
+They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losing my mind
+Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry
+Never will I die, I'll be back
+Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack, put the pistol to my head
+[2pac: Verse 2]
+
+Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do
+Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too
+RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry
+Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die
+I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock
+Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit
+I done seen a motherfucker peep pain
+At point blank range cause he slept on the game
+Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin' the dice
+Now roll em if you can't stand pain better hold em
+Cause ain't no tellin' what ya might roll
+You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold
+You better live ya life to the fullest
+Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it
+And even if they kill me
+They can never take the life of a young G
+
+[Chorus 2x]
+
+[Biggie: Verse 3]
+
+Bitches in the back looking righteous
+In a tight dress, I think I might just
+Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
+And have fun with Jamaican rum
+Conversation, blunts in rotation
+My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
+We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
+If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
+She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
+I'm hitting skins again
+Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
+Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
+Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
+[2pac]
+
+I live Thug Life, and let the money come to me
+Cause they can never take the game from a young G
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[2pac: Verse 4]
+
+Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin'
+Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it
+If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin'
+Kinda boomin' round the way, think today I make a killin'
+Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block
+Just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin' from the cops
+Gettin' high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends
+I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz
+I hit the strip I let my music buck
+Drinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for a bitch to fuck
+Rather die makin' money, than live poor and legal
+As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
+
+[Biggie: Verse 5]
+
+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
+That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdeameanor
+Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
+[2pac: Verse 6]
+
+They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me
+The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy
+I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
+I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here
+Never did like the police, let the whole world know
+Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin' me down
+And facin' me now, what do I do?
+These things that a Thug goes through
+And still I riseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Juicy Clean Version for my class useYeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers
+That told me I'd 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 I'm sayin'?
+It's all good baby, baby, check it
+
+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
+
+Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
+You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
+Now I'm 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, Brucey B, Kid Capri
+Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
+
+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
+Livin' life without fear
+Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
+Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
+Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
+
+Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
+
+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
+
+Damn right I like the life I live
+'Cause I went from negative to positive
+And it's all, it's all good
+
+EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Whatchu Want[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of ya dick
+Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
+Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth
+It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with a spliff
+And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back
+So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act?
+I hope civilized cause I love to see niggas die
+Brains all leaking out on the street
+And the pastor preaching "He was a good man."
+Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
+Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis
+Three to the head, bout six cross the pelvis
+You fuck with the high guy, ya die
+You the same motherfucker yelling "Look up in the sky!"
+I'm on some old neck shit
+Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit
+And TEC shit, whatchu want nigga?!
+
+[Hook: ???, The Notorious B.I.G, talking]
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? (x8)
+(Poppin' that straight up, niggas really know)
+(True hardcore, fuck is wrong with you?)
+(Junior M.A.F.I.A)
+(OGB)
+(50 Grand, yeah)
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+A repetitive loop
+All I need to destroy a soloist or group
+Huh, I put it to ya boy
+Hope you got the scoop
+Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
+I keep the Glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
+Fuck the sluts with the big humongous butts
+Huh, I use a rubber, but
+My style is gushy like the hooker's pussy
+And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me
+Into flamin' 'em, like that little nigga Damien
+Pop 19 to my motherfuckin' cranium
+Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker
+Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
+I tricked 'em -- I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em
+I stripped 'em, cause niggas don't want the friction
+Told you before how I bring the drama
+Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandmama
+Whatchu want nigga?!
+
+[Hook: ???]
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? (x8)
+
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
+When I get busy, throw your hands to the sky nigga
+I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
+Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
+All up in my back, trying to take my track
+When I used to sell crack, I ain't have problems like that
+Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
+A nigga front? Throw the gat to the fools
+Tears don't effect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G
+Disrespect me? My potency is deadly
+Once the venom hits the cerebellum
+My lips get chapped, and my hards start swellin'
+Keep the nine millimeter by the Peter
+To kill a motherfucker, don't a think feel sweeter
+Oooohh, it make my head hurt, the blood spurt
+The robbery expert's berserk
+Whatchu want nigga?!
+[Hook: ???]
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
+Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Biggie Smalls Got That Hype Shit[Sampled]
+"Well, who is 'Biggie Smalls'?"
+
+[Intro]
+Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect
+Got my DJ Fifty Grand in the house, you know what I'm saying
+I'ma nice long rhyme on this funky track
+You know how we get down, yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Shake your head and say damn (yeah!)
+When the words from Big-man
+Explode like an ash-can
+While DJ Fifty Grand
+Kick beats like Van Damme
+That fighting ass nigga?
+Introducing the supreme Bigga, nigga!
+Yes, it's the B
+I break with the bonus
+Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
+Bucks plug out ya brain
+Break your back bone
+Send ya back home
+Back to the wack zone
+Try to underrate the heavy weight
+But when I dominate, you couldn’t wait to play me on your tape
+Press rewind, maybe two times or three times
+Here to rhyme, to blind your mind like Moonshine
+Biggie Smalls got bitches in Brazil, boy
+Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy
+The complete opposite of a kill-joy
+Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill, boy
+Niggas run up, they say "Big, I wanna battle ya!
+I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica?
+Look at you, you're shaking like a pair of dice!
+And when I rip ya, rob ya, roast ya then you'll say I'm trice!
+Man, don't try to gas me or juice me
+Smoke you like a loosie
+I pack a MAC, you pack a deuce-deuce, G
+So press up
+Before you messed up
+That's your best luck
+The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4
+And the tag on your toe will read Derelict
+Pass the blunt, I take a hit
+Pass the drink, I take a sip
+Pass the skins, I take a dip
+Pass my loot, before I flip
+Man, brother, man, brother man!
+I thought you knew the pedigree of the B.I.G
+Cut emcees like lumberjacks cutting trees
+Rip microphones like Freddy rip kids
+Like car rigs do bids
+My burner's always there
+To the back, to the side, to the front
+Smoke a blunt, break ya like Ivana broke Trump
+You little young chump
+Yeah, reach for your gun
+Make sure you get done
+Be a ghost like Michael Landon
+And the rhyme keeps flowing
+Like the rabbit with the drum, I keep going and going
+And showing MC's how to flow, yo
+I smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
+"Be slow bro!
+Slow down before you get slowed down, quick!"
+Which burner you wanna get hit with, pick!
+I'm the wrong nigga to be fucking with
+So sit back and admit, Biggie Smalls got that hype shit!
+[Chorus]
+Biggie got the hype shit!
+He got the hype shit!
+Biggie got the hype shit!
+He got the hype shit!
+Biggie got the hype shit!
+He got the hype shit!
+Biggie got the hype shit!
+He got the hype shit!
+
+[Verse 2]
+Lyric enhancement is a must
+That's why I bust
+Dope raps like a burner bust caps
+I'm used to making tracks
+That's why my rap sounds like that
+I get my props and all my pats on the back
+B-I, double G-I-E Smalls
+Who the nigga in the place? Watch him fall
+Check all the pockets for some loot
+Take the girl, knock the boots
+If she's cute, I'm the pimp, she's the prostitute
+Hey! Sippin' on the heineken
+Ain't a rapper finer than
+The B.I.G and Fifty Grand
+Suckers better try again
+Before you get lifted and twisted
+You better smoke a spliff, kid I'm gifted
+Fill it to the tip, with the dope shit
+Nigga, fifty-shot clip to my hip
+Skip to my lou, special shout-outs to my crew
+Fifty Grand and the OGB flucture through
+I'm dynamite, out of sight on the mic
+Three and two, Frank got ya sleeping with the night light
+So wake up and smell the coffee
+You're nothing but a softie
+Rappers screaming "Biggie, get off me!"
+Don't have me go off, G
+Cause I'm just lukewarm
+And I'm not the type to toot my own horn
+But uh, toot toot!
+I take my timbo boots
+And just lose it
+You fucking piece of bowel movement!
+My tec got a long clip
+Biggie Smalls got the hype shit!
+[Chorus]
+Biggie got the hype shit!
+He got the hype shit!
+Biggie got the hype shit!
+He got the hype shit!
+Biggie got the hype shit!
+He got the hype shit!
+Biggie got the hype shit!
+He got the hype shit!
+
+[Outro]
+Yo, special shout outs to Junior M.A.F.I.A, y'all know what time it is
+My man Fifty Grand, and his man
+Ayo, my man Big O in the house, you know what I'm sayin'
+Recognize the pedi', that OGB in full effect
+I'm outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Funk[Intro: Nate Dogg]
+Black Cadillac, on vogues
+Sittin' back thinkin'
+Thing ain't the same no mo'
+We want Biggie
+Big up to the east-coast Brooklyn don
+Heads still bouncin'
+Tell the DJ what we want (Biggie Smalls! Uh)
+We want Biggie
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+So you wanna be hardcore
+With your hat to the back
+Talking about the gats in your raps
+But I can't feel that hardcore
+Appeal that you're screaming
+Maybe I'm dreaming
+This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
+MC's got to feel one
+Caps, I got to peel some
+To let niggas know (let 'em 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, it's a miracle!"
+Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
+Just for niggas acting shifty
+Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
+Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
+Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks
+It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
+The funk, baby
+[Hook: Nate Dogg]
+When they ask us what we want (the funk)
+We want the funk!
+Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
+Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby)
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Live and die for the funk
+We want the funk!
+Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
+Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby)
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at?
+
+[Verse 2: Redman]
+Aw, it's nothing but funk in this motherfucker here!
+Ayo, it's Redman dog, you know the deal
+I'm watching New Jack City in my steering wheel
+Man I love for the funk, I'll kill that wheel
+Nigga fucking large I'm in the NFL
+Killer, the man on fire like Denzel
+I rock steady, my heat'll make your wind-mill
+That's real, dot, R-A-W, straight out my mother womb
+Right to the rubber room, I'm psycho, automatics
+Since a younging, blowing funk boosts with half-sticks
+I ain't give a fuck, now I'm trying to own a mountain
+Standing on it yelling "regular!"
+B. Smalls, Nate Dogg on the same beat
+We fuck hoes, send 'em home like the Yankees
+Brick City, yeah nigga, a threat
+That's how I act when Bad Boy cut Killa a check
+Yep, haha
+[Hook: Nate Dogg]
+When they ask us what we want (the funk)
+We want the funk!
+Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
+Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby)
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Live and die for the funk
+We want the funk!
+Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
+Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby)
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at?
+
+[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
+Real talk, nigga, Flip Mode Squad's in the building
+Put your ones up, tribute the god, look
+All gathered around, bounce to the funk
+Got the whole club stink with the aroma of the skunk
+Now, bang it out the trunk, nigga, ain't nothing change
+Rep Big in a horde, like he still on St. James
+Check it, nigga gon' see why we try
+We continue to rep the funk in the name of the god B.I
+Get dressed, mamis try to step up in the spotlight
+We honoring one of the greatest,  yes we gotta rep him right
+Homie I ain't done, let me keep giving you funk shit
+Busta Bust does just what he do, now let me run shit
+Yeah, peep heat we bringin', rep the funk to the fullest
+Still, keep we keep drillin', niggas all up in they head
+'Cause I said we always will, and
+Put it down for Big-Heavy, still B.K. swinging
+The funk, baby
+[Hook: Nate Dogg]
+When they ask us what we want (the funk)
+We want the funk!
+Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
+Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby)
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Live and die for the funk
+We want the funk!
+Where Brooklyn at? (I live for the funk)
+Where Brooklyn at?( I die for the funk, baby)
+Where Brooklyn at?
+Where Brooklyn at?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ready To Die (Bridgeport Sample Removed)[Intro: Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, yeah
+You ready, motherfucker? (You ready, motherfucker? Uh, uh)
+We gon' kill your ass (Kill your ass)
+I'm ready
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece
+One in the chamber, the safety is off release
+Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage
+Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage (Uh)
+Teflon is the material for the imperial
+Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
+I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
+Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q (Uh-huh)
+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 don't fuck up my sheets, huh (Ha)
+My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
+I'm 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, I'm ready to die
+
+[Chorus]
+Yes, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook (Yeah)
+Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks (Uh-huh)
+A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road
+I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed
+I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus
+Getting paid is all I expected
+My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
+Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck
+Shit is real and hungry's how I feel
+I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal (Okay)
+Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep
+Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet
+The infrared's at your head real steady
+You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Yes, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+I'm ready to die
+Yes, I'm ready
+Nah, we ain't gonna kill your ass yet
+So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
+We gon' make you suffer
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+In a sec I throw the TEC to your fucking neck
+Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some wreck (Yeah)
+Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin'
+You better act like CeCe and keep on walkin'
+When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
+You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete
+Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
+I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
+Biggie Smalls on a higher plane, niggas say I'm strange
+Deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain (That's right)
+Make your shit splatter
+Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
+After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit
+Down your backbone to where your motherfucking shit drip (Woo)
+The shit I kick, rippin' through the vest
+Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy]
+Yes, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+Time to go, we gon put you out your misery motherfucker
+Niggas definitely know what time it is
+Yes, I'm ready
+The Notorious one in full effect for '93 (Yeah)
+Yes, I'm ready
+Uhh, uhh
+Yes, I'm ready
+So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
+Suicidal, I'm ready
+Yes, I'm ready
+Uh
+So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
+Uh, uh, uh
+
+[Outro: Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Now I lay me down to sleep (Yeah)
+Pray the Lord my soul to keep
+If I should die before I wake
+I pray the Lord my soul to take
+'Cause I'm ready to die
+I'm ready
+I'm ready
+All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to, haha
+I'm ready
+I'm ready
+I'm ready
+Biggie Smalls the biggest man
+I'm ready
+Rocking on and on in '93
+Easy Mo Bee
+Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam
+I don't wanna see no crying at my funeralEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+“B.I.G. Live in Jamaica (Intro)”[Jamaican host]
+Ladies and Gentlemen
+We're gonna ask you for some fanfare...the band fanfare because...ladies and gentlemen...sting has always gone ahead of itself
+They have done it again and again and again
+I remember the year they brought in the fat boys they were hotter then ten thousand fire sides
+And if you know...and if you enjoy hip-hop...if you want one of the coldest brothaz out of North America...a brotha that gave you a song like
+Juicy...
+
+[Biggie]
+Uh-huh...
+
+[Jamaican Host]
+You hear a crew in Jamaica with something that goes like this
+"Who the heck is this
+Paging me in the morning
+At the crack of dawning"
+
+[Biggie]
+Yeauh!
+
+[Jamaican Host]
+Please welcome...for the first time...in Sting 96...Please welcome (welcome...welcome)
+The Notorious....the Notorious...B.I.G...AKA-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Brew GuzzlerUh
+"Take a sip"
+Whaaat? Uh
+
+[Verse]
+I know you're thinkin', "Well, goddamn, what he drinkin'?
+The crooked letter, no other beer feel better
+I used to be a hustler, now I'm a twenty-two brew guzzler
+Other beers, I'm not lovin' ya
+Forget the great taste that's less fillin'
+I'd rather have some Ides and some dimes in the crib chillin'
+Or in the six relaxin', honeys in the back
+Crackin' six-packs, rubbin' my back
+"Big Poppa, you all that" - that's what they whisper
+"Hey mister, do you have the beer with the eye on the twister?"
+He points to the freezer, me bein' a playa
+Big Poppa, show stoppa, throw ya cans in the air!
+From Bed-Stuy to Van Nuys
+St. Ides make eyes droop like Chinese, so why try these?
+Other beers just don't pass the test
+S-T dot I-D-E to the S
+And I'm out!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Basement Freestyle[Intro: Notorious B.I.G]
+Yo
+We up in the basement, you know what I'm saying?
+DJ Enuff, my man Fresco
+This is just me, the Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect
+
+[Verse: Notorious B.I.G]
+Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock
+Guaranteed to make heads 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 a mercy, Jesus Christ, He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
+It's me, the Notorious B.I.G-G.I.E Smalls, yo!
+This is for chumps that don't know who I am
+I had a song on the soundtrack "Who's The Man?"
+The single was dope, but the movie didn't slam
+Emcees is like JJ's moms, "Damn, damn damn!"
+Is it because I rip the props or beat the cops?
+I got more dough than a pizza shop
+Biggie Smalls is the illest
+Your style is played out like Arnold and that "whatchu talkin 'bout Willis?"
+7 Mac Elevens, 8 .38s nine 9s, ten MAC 10s, the guns never end!
+Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
+The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
+Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
+I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread
+Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
+So don't 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!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bust A Nut[Intro: Too $hort]
+Biatch
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I got a bitch that suck my dick 'til I nut
+Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up
+Ain't that a slut, (Hell yeah) she even take it in the butt
+Fuck for about an hour, now she want a golden shower
+You didn't know that we be pissing on hoes, bitch
+Luke and Biggie straight shitting on hoes, bitch
+Lick your toes bitch, fuck no, you must be crazy
+Squirt in your face and then I'm swayze
+Recognize G, straight up, I can't knock ya
+After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A
+The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
+Leave your number by the phone, bring your ass on home
+I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
+With the flyest bitch getting head on the highway
+My way, deep throat on Luke's boat
+When the moon rises, I'm cuming in her eyes-es
+Just the way playas play
+Leave it up to me, I get fucked all day
+Sucked all day, smoking blunts, counting cheese
+Fucking bitches 'til they assholes bleed
+Check it out
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+In this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
+Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp
+Don't love no ho, that's my principle
+In this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
+Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp
+Don't love no ho, that's my principle
+
+[Verse 2: Webbie]
+Action, ass clappin', back bends
+White and Filipin-ian with a black friend
+Lil' 'tiva, lil' Hen, room 810
+Got them hoes loose as a goose and I ain't playin'
+Hit that nigga Biggie and told him to fall in
+Boosie big head and Diddy was all there
+Suck that dick good, put all of the balls in
+Had to make sure them hoes had teeth so y'all grin
+I want a lil' anal, ya heard me, so y'all bend
+All the way over, y'all knees to y'all chin
+Buss that ass open, I squeeze that log in
+What's wrong with ya, baby? Y'all scream like y'all kids
+Grippin' on the titties, I like when they all big
+Mouth got dry, had to take me a small swig
+Bent that ass right back over and hauled in
+Nutted all over the flo', shit, we all did
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & (Too $hort)]
+In this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
+Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp
+Don't love no ho, that's my principle
+In this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
+Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp ($hort Dog in the house)
+Don't love no ho, that's my principle
+
+[Verse 3: Too $hort]
+That bitch ain't mine
+But when I spit that line
+That was all it took for me to get that dime
+And right away she let me hit one time
+Niggas talk a lot of game but that shit don't rhyme
+I was all up in her head when that bitch got scared
+Realized I was a pimp and not just a player
+Me and Biggie took some hoes to see the city
+When they found out Diddy's Rolls cost 350
+They was cryin', ain't no feelings involved
+You can save your emotions, girl, give me it all
+She's beautiful, but I ain't tryna steal her heart
+If you don't understand $hort, I'm just realer than y'all
+I got the game from the streets and you went to college
+But game is just a street term, it means knowledge
+Books and bitches, it's all the same
+They know our names, we live forever through the game
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+In this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
+Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp
+Don't love no ho, that's my principle
+In this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
+Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp
+Don't love no ho, that's my principle
+
+[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Biggie bag bitches from barbecues to Barmitzvah's
+The Big don't fit, use your lips cause
+I'm feeling kinda itchy for a quicky
+Don't take off your coat, all you got to do is lick me
+Me eat you, I beat you, then greet you to the door
+Bitch, cause I don't love you no more
+Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me
+You know me, I like my dick brown like Bobby
+In the duke shoot, then the bitch get the boot
+Unless you lick ass and blow dicks like flutes
+I like 'em cute, round tits and fat asses
+Educated, so I can bust off on they glasses
+I wanna cum on your tongue and gums, all night
+The bitch drink nuts by the pint
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+In this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
+Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp
+Don't love no ho, that's my principle
+In this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
+Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp
+Don't love no ho, that's my principleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gettin’ Money (’96 Demo)[Intro]
+Uh, uh
+'96 catalog
+Uh, check it
+Get money, uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+How you figure that your team can affect my cream?
+Gold and platinum plaques since I stepped on the scene
+Know what I mean? Peep the scene, Jacuzzi full of women
+She hitting me and him and him, much love like Wimbledon
+While niggas screaming 'killer', I'm overseas in my villa
+With my masseuse, nothin' illa
+Frank switch the plan, cop the Lexus Land
+C-Gutta, Roc-A-Fella 400's and better
+Lil' Cease push threes with fives in his eyes
+Knocking 'Not Gon Cry' by Mary Blige
+I die for my niggas packing steel, chickenheads with sex appeal
+Reveal sexual acts up in Capone's Ac'
+The chocolate dimes watch the M.A.F.I.A. shine
+Girls, bring your own, can't touch a dime of mine!
+
+[Interlude]
+Know what I'm saying? Know what I'm saying dog?
+Know what I'm saying dog?
+Niggas, niggas, niggas on the beat
+They don't even be knowing like, how we be rolling
+You know what I'm saying? Like
+We be like a big roller, group on you know what I'm saying?
+The bananas is gone! The bananas is missing, dog!
+[Verse 2]
+A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women
+Bringing in coke and heroin to condos with elevators in them
+Vehicles with televisions in them
+Watch their entourage turn yours to just mirages
+Disappearing acts, strictly 9's and MAC's
+Killers be serial, Copperfield material
+My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
+Any place I visit, I got land there
+How can niggas stand there and say I sound like them? Hello
+Push wigs back and push 6 coupes that's yellow
+Bust clips that extend from hand to elbow
+Spray up your Day's Inn, any telly you're in
+Crack bagging, sick of bragging of how my mink be dragging
+Desert E's street sweepers inside the Beamer wagon
+I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
+Put that on my diamond bezel, you're fucking with the Devil
+
+[Outro]
+You know you're fucking with the devil right?
+Straight up dog
+Nigga talking all that bullshit, nigga trying to sell some motherfucking records
+Nigga's a pussy, man. Straight up, man, he's a fakeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Where The Party At[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+And ya don't stop, and ya won't stop
+And ya don't stop
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I was a terror since the public school era
+Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
+Smoking blunts was a daily routine
+Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene
+I used to have the trey-deuce
+And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose
+Now I got the Mac in my knapsack
+Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
+With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
+Honeys want to chat
+But all we wanna know is where the party at
+And can I bring my gat?
+If not, I hope I don't get shot
+Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess
+It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
+Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
+Dumbing out, just me and my crew
+'Cause all we wanna do is
+
+[Chorus: Faith Evans]
+Ladies from front to back
+Sipping on Champagne glass
+It's all where the party's at
+(It's where the party's at)
+Ladies creeping their ride
+Pimping and getting high
+To be where the party's at
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
+Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
+Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
+Sure do, two .22s in my shoes
+Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
+Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
+Moet popping, ho hopping
+Ain't no stopping Big Poppa
+I'm a Bad Boy
+Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie!)
+Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie!)
+It ain't hard to tell I'm the East Coast overdose
+Nigga you scared you're supposed to
+Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
+Fuck up the party before it even start
+Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
+On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
+
+[Chorus: Faith Evans]
+Ladies from front to back
+Sipping on Champagne glass
+It's all where the party's at
+(It's where the party's at)
+Ladies creeping their ride
+Pimping and getting high
+To be where the party's at
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Bitches in the back looking righteous
+In a tight dress, I think I might just
+Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
+And have fun with Jamaican rum
+Conversation, blunts in rotation
+My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
+We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
+If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
+She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
+I'm hitting skins again
+Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
+Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
+Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
+Can't we just all get along?
+So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
+Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
+And it's on, and I'm gone, that's that
+
+[Chorus: Faith Evans]
+Ladies from front to back
+Sipping on Champagne glass
+It's all where the party's at
+(It's where the party's at)
+Ladies creeping their ride
+Pimping and getting high
+To be where the party's atEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Jeans & Sneakers[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+It's cold outside (Yeah)
+Uh, uh, it's cold outside
+Bad boy, bad boy
+Uh, yeah
+It's cold outside
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Biggie Smalls, who you represent?
+The Brooklyn clique
+Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick
+(Word up)
+Represent them thugs
+Not them shearling rugs
+Leathers that fasten
+Sean Combs be lasting
+1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight
+Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face
+Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose
+So no-one be seeing them thugs that's demeaning
+The flavors in the city, it's a pity
+Them other damn jackets don't fit me
+They just plain itty bitty
+Why can't a big guy stay fly?
+Listen up, Polo Grounds down to Bed-Stuy
+Stay fly in that Brooklyn Mint
+And here's the main reason
+Sitting in that jacket, man I know you be freezing
+Flavors in the vest
+Bulletproof on the chest
+Keep the burner on the waist
+And still dress to impress
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+
+[Verse 2: Black Rob]
+(Uh, baby baby!)
+Y'all should know this rap thing, I got it down to a size
+Big goose underneath it, that's the metal appliance
+And if we don't bust a cap on you so called gangsters
+Don't front, you a little bit scared now, ain't ya?
+Now this is '05, it's a brand new thing
+'Bout time the rap game crowned a brand new king
+I been sitting here squadding on this Tidal belt
+When I drive it, watch how my rivals felt
+It's the second coming of Black, so run and get your raps
+And do a couple of dips, and run a few laps
+I stay in first place with the style of a Lear
+If you try to battle the kid you really gon' need a
+Whole crew, not 2 man, 3 or 4
+You gon' lead the whole posse, a masimore
+Even then B, ain't no chance for ya
+You fucking round with the rap gargantuans
+Bad Boy, man easy pimp
+When I'm dishing out the pain nobody exempt
+You was good 'til your scam uncovered
+Who the man in fatigues with the blicky?
+That's the god, belove it
+And he cold like a bitch's heart
+Yeah he cold and ridges hard
+You don't want beef? Shit, don't start, man
+It's B. Rob, I'm taking it back
+D got Kim with the product, we cookin' crack
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+
+[Verse 3: Black Rob]
+Pop off 'till I'm hard and grey
+I'mma even see Al Green get shot down like Marvin Gaye
+No disrespect, pardon me
+Lotta dudes got locked down but few had heart to stay
+Puff couldn't take Marph's demay
+Sit your five-dollar ass before I make change, stay in your lane
+'Cause only champs sip on pain
+You the type to like Piña Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Biggie Smalls, who you represent?
+The Brooklyn clique
+Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick
+(Word up)
+Represent them thugs
+Not them shearling rugs
+Leathers that fasten
+Sean Combs be lasting
+1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight
+Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face
+Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose
+So no-one be seeing them thugs that's demeaning
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?
+What's going on?
+What ya throwin on?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blazing Chronic[Chorus: Ms. Roq]
+Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy
+Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
+Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey
+Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
+Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy
+Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
+Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey
+Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G]
+Notorious B.I.G, lyrics cold pushing 'em
+MC wanna get with me, but they're pussy, I'm douching em
+Yes, I got the ridiculous conspicuous hardcore flow
+Don't ya know?
+Don't ya know, in the house let me introduce
+The hardcore nigga with the timberland boots
+Tied up to the top, but when I drop
+Oh, pass that nigga, don't stop don't stop
+Can you feel me?
+
+[Chorus: Ms. Roq & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy
+Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed (Can you feel me?)
+Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey
+Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?)
+Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy
+Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
+Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey
+Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?)
+[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G]
+Ricky Ricky Ricky, can't you see?
+MCs wanna flip on me
+Why? Because I'm the B-I-G-G-I-E
+Niggas wanna get with the nigga with the mad props
+But my timberlands are cocked up
+Niggas wanna get locked up
+But when they get fucked up they get cut up
+They bleed when I retrieve
+My MCs don't want nobody's problems
+The notorious!
+
+[Chorus: Ms. Roq & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy
+Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed (Can you feel me?)
+Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey
+Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?)
+Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy
+Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
+Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey
+Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?)
+
+[Outro: Notorious B.I.G]
+Alright, recognise the pedigree
+The notorious!
+Here to let you know, if ya
+Feel the funk just dripping to your buttcheeks
+Grab a honey, if she don't wanna speak
+Throw your hands in the air
+Wave 'em like you don't care
+The notorious! (is in here.. uh!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Love Is Everlasting (Outro)(Biggie mom)
+Let's say there are many times I looked
+And saw reflections of my son
+I argued sometimes, consulted;
+I saw results, and said "Well done."
+
+I thought of him constantly
+And silently asked "Why?"
+I tried fervently
+And just cannot say goodbye
+
+I lived with visions twined and twisted
+Passion so cold
+And withered thoughts, battered and shattered
+I dreamed dreams
+Cherished memories
+Housed friendship
+And promises that mattered
+
+In the end
+Time is treasured;
+But love for my son?
+It's everlastingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Throw Up Ya Gunz[Verse 1: Jay Z]
+If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
+I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
+I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
+Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
+Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes
+I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those
+If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
+You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough
+I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
+If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
+Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
+They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so
+Rap mags try and use my black ass
+So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, fuckers
+
+[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G & Busta Rhymes]
+Uhh (Check it out) uhh
+Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
+Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
+Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
+Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
+Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
+And the winner is...
+[Busta Rhymes]
+Y'all niggas know the rules
+I blast on niggas so --
+[Notorious B.I.G.]
+-- my fist never bruise
+Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues
+Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
+Look forward to me like commissary
+All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
+Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
+Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
+Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
+Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
+Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow
+By now you figure, he talkin' bout that nigga
+But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin'
+IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
+Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
+At least six inches, above project fences
+Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
+When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
+Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)
+Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw
+Yes I rocked, you tried to box (Hah)
+Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)
+Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down
+[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]
+C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
+Bitch grab your tits, c'mon
+Let me know you in the spot
+Bump your fists, c'mon
+Thugs tote yo' shit
+We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
+Let's blow the club, c'mon
+Fuck the place up, c'mon
+Shake yo' nasty ass
+And make it swing all around, c'mon
+Yo, make this money
+Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
+Bounce in your whips, c'mon
+Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
+Dangerous MC's
+My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
+Dangerous MC's
+My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
+
+[Verse Four: Jay Z]
+I don't know what you take me as
+Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
+I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
+I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me
+*Beat Fades Out*
+
+[2Pac]
+Westsiiiiddee! Haha
+
+[Verse Five: Snoop Dogg]
+Top Dogg, bite em all
+Nigga burn the shit up
+D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
+C-P-T, L-B-C
+Yeah we hooking back up
+And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
+Thug niggas drug dealers yeah they giving it up
+Lowlife, yo life
+Boy we living it up
+Taking chances while we dancing in the party for sure
+Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'
+Bitches looking at me strange but you know I don't care
+Step up in this motherfucker just a-swanging my hair
+Bitch quit talking, Crip walk, stay down with the set
+Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
+Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
+And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
+Come back, get back, that's the part of success
+If you believe in the S you'll be relieving your stress
+[Bridge: 2Pac]
+All my niggas on the East Side, throw up your guns
+All my niggas on the West Side, throw up your guns
+All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns
+All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up
+Niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns
+All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up
+All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns
+All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up
+Niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns
+All niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns
+All my niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns
+All my niggas from the East Side, throw your guns up
+Ha ha ha, yeah nigga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life
+Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me?
+Throw your guns up!!
+
+[Outro: Nas]
+(Live Hip Hop, Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School
+(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South
+(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East Coast, this about us
+(Give Hip Hop, Give) This our thing, you know what I'm saying
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay) This came from the gut, from the blood
+(Stay Hip Hop, Stay) From the soul, right here, man
+(I Pray Hip Hop, Pray) This is our thing, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Machine Gun Funk (Parliament Sample Removed)[Intro]
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+So you wanna be hardcore?
+With your hat to the back
+Talkin' about the gats in ya raps
+But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin'
+Maybe I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin')
+This ain't Christopher Williams
+Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some
+To let niggas know (Let 'em 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 sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"
+Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
+Just for niggas actin' shifty
+Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quicker
+Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
+Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-es
+It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
+The funk, baby
+
+[Chorus]
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+[Verse 2]
+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 stayin' in my business, what is this?
+Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not
+Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
+Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
+Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
+Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh
+I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
+Come on the Ave, I'm real hard to find now
+'Cause I'm 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—
+I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
+Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks
+I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick
+The funk, baby
+
+[Chorus]
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk (Uh)
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+[Verse 3]
+So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
+How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside
+Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
+Fifty-shot clip if a nigga wan' test
+The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
+High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
+That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdemeanor
+Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
+What's love got to do
+When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew?
+Strapped like Bamboo, but I don't sling guns
+I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tons
+Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life
+Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes
+It's type simple and plain to maintain
+I add a little funk to the brain
+The funk, baby
+
+[Chorus]
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Funk, baby
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+'94, got in store, Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherfuckin' house
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Mo Bee got beats
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Bad Boy in full effect
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Biggie Smalls, uh
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+The funk, baby, machine gun funk, baby
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+The funk, baby
+[Outro]
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+All you hoes know who it is
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Peace and love, uh
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Uh
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Yeah
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Uh
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+Uh, uh
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
+I live for the funk, I'll die for the funkEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hands In Da Air (What Up Gangsta)[Intro: DJ Vlad]
+Brooklyn, stand up
+Bad Boy, Flipmode
+(WHAT!)
+What up, gangsta? (check it)
+
+[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+If you feel the funk drippin' through ya buttcheeks
+Grab up on a honey, if she don't wanna speak
+Throw your hands in the air
+Wave 'em like you don't care
+The Notorious!
+
+[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+To my motherfuckin' man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man
+Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
+Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
+MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker (huh?)!
+I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
+Your girl buttcheeks I'm smackin (huh?!)
+The raw rapper, spine snapper
+With the little hookers on my lap-ah
+You know the flavor Mack-ah
+A shy nigga but I ain't your fuckin' comforter
+And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin' her
+Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her
+If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her
+Why you wanna..
+Play your games on me? (What up, gangsta?)
+Bitch, you crazy?
+Commitments, I'm Swayze, no time for the ill shit
+Rest with the niggas on that real blood-spill shit
+My rapping tactics are drastic
+Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
+So if you wanna see my pedigree
+You better be, filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me
+[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+If you feel the funk drippin' through ya buttcheeks
+Grab up on a honey, if she don't wanna speak
+Throw your hands in the air
+Wave 'em like you don't care
+The Notorious!
+Ya know, if ya
+Feel the funk just drippin' to ya buttcheeks
+Grab a honey, if she don't wanna speak
+Throw your hands in the air
+Wave 'em like you don't care
+The Notorious! (What up, Gangsta?)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+White Chalk, Pt. 2 (Reference Track)[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G]
+Here's 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 a 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 worse I'll kill his sister, I'll know he'll 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 (Where?)
+Way up in the back where the bums sleep at
+Look him in the eye, "You wanna die, don't ya?"
+"If you could change everything you did, you would, won't ya?"
+But you can't, 'cause my brother can't 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 ya'll for pleasure (uh)
+You can't measure, the pain that's inside - homicide
+You can run but you can't hide
+When the Benz with the tint's in front of your residence
+Everybody on the stoop getting bent
+White Chalk
+[Instrumental Break]
+
+[Verse 2: Craig G]
+This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly
+You know me, I flip, niggas was tryna hold me
+Called the hospital lobby, the doctor said he'll 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 can't see
+But I can see me putting putting you on T.V
+Yyou 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, stamina's nasty
+Call erase on Trife, well Blake call me Snake
+How you gonna act when you hear these .9s break?
+Car doors closing, trench coats open
+Tommy gun start smoking
+Leave you on a cold street, chokin'
+On your own blood, fuck the joking, I ain't kidding
+MAC spitting, niggas gettin' hit, backflippin' wounded
+Tryna plea, breaking off full speed
+Jumping over gates, screaming, "Vec, it wasn't 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 ain't hearing you, so I'ma end this, fatality, finished
+Death is calling, Ruger hit you 5 times while you was falling
+White chalk started drawingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nasty Boy (Original)[Intro: Notorious B.I.G]
+Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
+This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
+Representin on the freaky freaky
+Fuck em all day fuck em all night
+We don't love these hoes
+Uh, uh, you heard me!
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I go on and on and on and
+Don't take them to the crib unless they bonin' (uh)
+Easy, call em on the phone and
+Platinum Chanel cologne and
+I stay, dressed, to impress
+Spark these bitches interest
+Sex is all I expect
+As they watch TV in the Lex, they know
+They know, quarter past 4
+Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
+Except how I'm gettin' home tomorrow
+Cease'll drop you off when he see his P.O
+Back of my mind I hope she swallow
+Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows
+Reach the gate, hungry, just ate
+Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
+This must mean she ain't tryna wait
+Conversate, sex on the first date
+I state, "You know what you do to me?"
+She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
+Then I whipped it out, rubber? no doubt
+Step out, show me what you all about
+Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
+Pull your G-string down South (oww)
+Threw that back out, in the parking lot
+By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
+And I don't stop, until I squirt
+Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work
+[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G., Kelly Price]
+To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+Freakin' you bitches like Jodeci! (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+If I was dead broke, you wouldn't notice me (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+So I stake dick how it's supposed to be (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+
+[Verse 2]
+I remember we went to Tennessee
+Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
+Bitch named Simone
+Screamin', she fiendin' for the semen
+Me bein' the man that I am
+Took it to her condo pronto
+Half Indian, I called her Tonto
+Roll the chron'-chron' in the dark pronto
+Few puffs, eyes got low
+And off to the bedroom we go (mmm)
+Sex is drama, head is trauma
+Ripped pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow
+Satisfying all my needs twice
+With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
+The bitch is nice, word is bond
+Can't wait to put my niggas on, what? what?
+[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G., Kelly Price]
+To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+Freakin' you bitches like Jodeci! (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+If I was dead broke, you wouldn't notice me (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+So I stake dick how it's supposed to be (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Ladies, my Mercedes
+Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat
+Keep a gat for cats try to test me
+They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
+Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on
+Gardeur jeans look like they painted on
+Ask P., leave it up to me
+Lay her on back ever so gently
+She like the way the dough fold up, rolls roll up
+Cristal till she throw up, bitch grow up
+Hold up, there's DeGenero
+Dripped to death, iceberg apparel
+Intro goes without speaking
+Call me Cease cause I keep em, we can go freakin'
+All weekend, so, roll in
+Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin'? Uhh
+[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G., Kelly Price]
+To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+Freakin' you bitches like Jodeci! (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+If I was dead broke, you wouldn't notice me (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!
+So I stake dick how it's supposed to be (uh!)
+Biggie a nasty boy!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tha cypher[Biggie smalls]
+(Verse1)
+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 I'm paid, I want to get laid
+Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
+I'd rather beat my dick than trick
+And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck
+I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
+Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
+Yes, flex at the two or three Benzes
+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, I'm leaving
+[Biggie smalls]
+(Verse2)
+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
+That's 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 don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
+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 ki's, making crazy G's
+Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
+On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you
+Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
+Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
+Damn, a nigga's style is unorthodox
+Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
+Just in case a nigga want to act out
+I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
+That's a real nigga for ya
+[2pac]
+(Verse3)
+Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me
+I'd be out on bail, If I had a good attorney
+Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up
+Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
+I ain't trippin' in the county and im mad as fuck
+Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch
+Everybody wanna talk cause im rappin'
+They asking me what happend
+Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?
+I can't sleep they taking polaroids
+And im tryna' use the phone but they making noise
+Man I wish I had my Glock cause its major
+Im making shanks out the plastics in razors
+These motherfuckers won't, leave me alone thats my word
+'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfucking murder
+Im making collect calls to my old bitches
+Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches
+To all the suckers on the block, talking shit while I was locked up
+Be prepared to be socked up
+Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief
+And you bullshitting bitches ain't changing me
+I came straight up out of gutta' I was saved from hell
+Im a thug I was raised in jail, now im out on bailEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who Shot Ya? (Original Demo Mix)[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
+Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
+It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
+I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
+Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
+Thundering, shaking 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
+Niggas know: the lyrical molesting is taking place
+Fucking with Biggie Smalls, 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
+Representing for the queen, her royal highness
+[Verse 2: Keith Murray]
+Catch this one bubonic plague
+In your head, back, chest, arms, and legs
+When I'm coming through grab your cranium for alternatum
+Son, I stay subterranium
+My subliminals mix with criminal chemicals
+Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereal
+Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet
+That's a promise 'cause Idon't make threats
+I'm a graceful poet with sadistic ballistics
+Above and beyond all that other bullshit
+Linguistics aggressive antiseptic
+Nerve-wreckin', concepted on consistent contestants
+My deviant deliverance
+Leaves MC's in a state of mal mid depressin' (Word up)
+I launch flows like torpedos
+At any god-given episode
+I be destined to flip so much funk shit
+And do niggas better than the government
+Keith Murray wrecks this with various combinations
+I'm sick, manifestation
+Oh my god, it's the hardest, I make entourages
+And crews see mirages, Mary J. Blige is
+God, gotta have my crew lace me up nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Greatest Rapper (Interlude)[Christopher Wallace Jr.:]
+My name is Christopher C.J. Wallace
+My dad was the greatest rapper ever
+And his legacy lives onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Message To Young Rappers[The Notorious B.I.G]
+What advice would I give to young rappers? Take control of your shit, don't -- don't be the type of rapper.. Don't be a stupid rapper.
+A stupid rapper is a motherfucker that has somebody else tell them what to do -- which is not always wrong, but -- if it's something that you feel that you don't have to do, you really have to question it and find out why they want you to do it. Most niggas, they feel like, well, "you see what Biggie's doing! Y'know, he has the hat, the Kangol, and, and this, and you have to be like that!" But if you don't really wanna be like that, you don't have to be like that, you know what I'm saying? A lot of motherfuckers just try to tell a nigga to do something so quick, and -- and give them examples of other motherfuckers who did it and blew up and make them think they can do the same thing, which is not always necessarily true. And at the same time, you got to watch your money. It's so much funny shit in this game, man -- and they can play with your money, and you won't even know. I mean, as soon as I got in the game, I got a lawyer to watch my lawyer. That's just the way it's supposed to be played, you know what I'm saying? I speak to niggas -- I speak to niggas that got money in the game and they let me know, you know dog, it's a "dog eat dog'' world. Niggas is trying to get as much as they can. And if you a ignorant motherfucker, they gon' thrive off that. They can tell you anything. And I'm -- I never been stupid, so.. Especially with a whole big lump sum of money? I gotta keep by on that. So I just stay more in the business side of everything -- instead of being a nigga that's gonna be drunk at the bar and fuck all the bitches and.. and just, stay in hotels all day, and just trick a whole lot of money, I stay home with my wife and watch my money. It comes a lot easier that way. And.. you'll have a lot of money!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Little Homie (Interlude)[Lil' Cease:]
+When you talk about... New York...
+The first thing that comes to your mind is B.I.G., like...
+That's the king! I don't think there's no other king out there
+Nobody could take that, that, that crown from him right there!
+The legacy of B.I.G. is something real deep, man
+Go back to a bunch of roots, man, Notorious about family and keepin' it tight
+That, that's one of the best that ever did it!
+Represented what he represented, did what he did
+Youkno'Imean?
+He put Brooklyn on his back
+He represented the hood, he represented New york City
+Respect to my dude, man!
+I love you man!
+Just like you hear, man
+B.I.G. Forever... youkno'Imean?
+M.A.F.I.A. Gang!
+Rest In Peace B.I.G.!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Notorious B.I.G. (remix)(Notorious B.I.G.)
+Yo, check it
+Call Lil' Cease
+Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital
+Man fuck that
+Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
+And go take about like twenty G's from Gino
+Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
+Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
+Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
+(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
+
+The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
+But the nurses is lovin me
+Sayin the best part of the day is my half
+Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath
+Niggas say I died dead in the streets
+Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
+Chillin, sittin on about half a million
+With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
+Next two years, I should see about a billion
+All for the love of drug dealin
+Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
+Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
+All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
+Raw flows, and that's how it goes
+(Puff Daddy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Respect the Takeover[Verse 1]
+Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date
+My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
+Out the skins, in this world of fly girls
+Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
+Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
+I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
+Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit
+New York, New York, ready for the likes of this
+Then came the worst date, May 21st
+2:19, that's when my momma water burst
+No spouse in the house so she rode for self
+To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
+Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
+I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step
+I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy
+The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy"
+[Hook]
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+Get live motherfuckers. Get live motherfuckers!!
+[Verse 2]
+Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
+On the drug scene, fuck a football team:
+Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
+Hearing the coach scream ain't lifetime dream!
+I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
+So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
+Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
+Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
+Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
+Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
+Rap was secondary, money was necessary
+Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
+C74-Mark 8 set me straight
+Not able to move behind the great steel gate
+Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
+All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What HappenedIntro:
+[Notorious B.I.G]
+The Fuck Happened to the home of the brave
+Niggas running off headed to the grave
+Black president, don't matter
+Shit just getting worst life is shattered
+A land of freedom is flipping out
+All I want is a life without a doubt
+
+Verse 1
+[Ice Cube]
+Thug life, we all been through it
+Life's a struggle though it's not split
+Illuminati or whatever the fuck they go by
+They the reason why the world so dry
+I'm just a nigga tryna live my life
+Everyday staying away from the tip of a knife
+Or the the fire from a fucking 9 millimeter
+This damn Gangasta life is that of a cheater
+I'm starting to think we living in a trash can
+Jus' waiting to be swallowed up bu the Klu Klux klan
+
+Verse 2
+[Notorious B.I.G]
+Every night sleeping with a common dream
+That everyone be on the same team
+When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
+Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
+It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
+Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
+God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
+No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
+Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
+Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
+All my life I been considered as the worst
+Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
+Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
+I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
+Verse 3
+[Ice Cube]
+Dope on the corner, look at the coroner
+Daughter is dead, mother is mourning her
+Strayed bullets, AK bullets
+Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't
+Bring her back, who got the footage?
+Channel 9, cameras is looking
+It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked
+Banana clip, split his banana pudding
+I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding
+I know I'm good at
+Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst
+Bitch how could this get any worse than it is worst
+America might as well be cursedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Juicy (clean version) - only some verses1 Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers
+That told me I'd 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 I'm sayin'?
+8 It's 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 I'm 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 girl's 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 it's all, it's all good
+
+EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Diary Of A Madman (Dead Wrong)[Intro:]
+Oh yeah, don't 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?
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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 don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
+The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors
+Who's 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 don't 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 ain't 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, "Who's the man?"
+She said, "B-I-G," then I'd bust in her E-Y-E
+(Yo big, you're dead wrong)
+[Interlude:]
+Can you please explain to this court when these problems first began?
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
+Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves ya rusted
+Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh
+Leave you toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
+Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G
+Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
+I'm 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 don't 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 you're dealin' with?
+Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feelin' it
+Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
+Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't pushh me
+I'm using rubbers so they won't 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?
+[Interlude:]
+**gunshots**
+Guilty! Next caseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Come On (Alternate Verse)[The Notorious B.I.G:]
+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 MC's speechless
+Nigga repeat this, I leave you teethless
+Believe this
+Oh God, it's over, Jehova!
+When I slay ya jump in the Range Rover
+I slay ya
+
+[Outro:]
+That's it! That's it! No more lyrics
+
+[Sampled:]
+That Brooklyn Bullshit, we on it!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Nobody[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions
+Strictly gun-testin', coke-measurin'
+Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito
+Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
+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
+Shit's official, only the Feds I fear
+Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin'
+The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin'
+So don't you get suspicious
+I'm Big Dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious
+As I leave my competition, respirator style
+Climb the ladder to success escalator style
+Hold y'all breath, I told y'all
+Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh
+I spit phrases that'll thrill you
+You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
+
+[Chorus: Korn]
+You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top
+'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block
+Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide
+'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied
+You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow
+Lights out, I don't care who you are
+You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
+Nobody, no, you're just a memory
+[Verse 2: Korn]
+6 in the morning, feds at my door
+Grab your guns and hide the work, we're going to war
+Did the landlord flip and lose her mind?
+It's got to be her that dropped the dime
+Bitch, please, 6 G's, every month, cold cash
+You done fucked around and got a nigga dipping in the stash
+If I'ma 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, it's a hundred cops, they runnin'
+They got the dogs and the warrant for my arrest
+But they just don't know that I'm 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
+
+[Chorus: Korn]
+You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top
+'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block
+Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide
+'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied
+You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow
+Lights out, I don't care who you are
+You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
+Nobody, no, you're just a memory
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right)
+Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit (Ha)
+You ain't worth spit, just a memory
+Remember he used to push the champagne Range (I 'member that)
+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 can't recall his name (What was 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, duke's a lame, what's his name?
+Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean?
+
+[Chorus: Korn]
+You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top
+'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block
+Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide
+'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied
+You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow
+Lights out, I don't care who you are
+You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
+Nobody, no, you're just a memoryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+White Chalk II[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+
+Here's 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 I'll kill his sister
+I know he'll 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 (where?)
+Way up in the back where the bums sleep at
+Look him in the eye "You wanna die, don't ya?"
+"If you could change everything you did ya would, won't ya?"
+But you can't cause my brother can't 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 y'all for pleasure
+You can't measure
+The pain that's inside
+Homicide
+You can run but you can't hide
+When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence
+Everybody on the stoop gettin' bent
+White Chalk-
+[Verse 2: Craig G]
+
+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 pro'ly
+Die, G
+Arms taped-up with IVs
+Heard he got blast an that shit surprised me
+Larceny on his back - that's some shit I can't see
+But I can see me puttin' you on TV
+You and your crew
+Channel 22 News, walkin' with some man's 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, stamina's nasty
+Call Rayshawn's viper, Blake can call me a snake
+How ya gonna act when you hear these .9's break?
+Car doors close, trench coats open
+Tommy gun's start smokin'
+Leave you on a cold street chokin'
+On your own blood
+Fuck the jokin'
+I ain't kiddin'
+Mac spittin'
+Niggas gettin' hit back flippin'
+Wounded tryna flee, breakin' off full speed
+Jumpin' over gates screamin' 'Fess it wasn't 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 ain't hearin' you
+So I'ma end this
+Fatality
+Finished
+Death is callin'
+Who can hit you five times while you was callin'
+White chalk started-EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can I Get Witcha (Original)[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G]
+Another day in the ghetto
+One look outside I'm already upset, yo
+It look about a hundred-and-two
+It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nothing to do
+Uh, I'm 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, I'm busy
+Why don't ya hit me on the box a little later?
+Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator
+Steps out, it's 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
+That's the one I got to get with
+
+[Chorus: Notorious BIG]
+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
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G]
+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 ain't November
+This ain't Thanksgiving, you ain't Michael Bivins
+Smack it up, flip it, rub it down
+Do me baby, I ain't down
+My name ain't 2Pac I don't "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
+That's 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 22's in them Reebok shoes, HUH?
+
+[Chorus: Notorious BIG]
+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
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G]
+I said walk me upstairs, 'cause I forgot my Phillies
+She said "I don't care, so don't be acting silly"
+I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore raps
+And it wouldn't 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 I'm about to hit you
+
+[Chorus]
+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, c'mon
+Oh, you'se 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 endEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s Not A Game[Intro: Big Pun & 2Pac]
+What I gotta do is let y'all 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
+
+[Verse 1: Big Pun]
+It's not a game, it's 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, I'ma make you twins
+With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion
+Sell your soul, live your dreams, don't pay the cost then
+Chop, chop, say hello to the guillotine
+A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like
+Fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
+Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex
+We're here, I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed
+You fuckin' with Chris, fuck Pun, dead the wrath for later
+Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever
+Can't count how many heads I had to sever (Woo, c'mon)
+Half the niggas I keep, and put 'em back together
+That's the terror, cut open your girl
+And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill
+
+[Chorus: Big Pun & 2Pac]
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw (Get on yo knees, nigga, get on yo knees and pray)
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+[Verse 2: 2Pac]
+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 I'm 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 it's 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 (Watch)
+Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler
+
+[Chorus: Big Pun]
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's
+Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end
+You can't 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, that's 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 don't 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
+That's crazy blunts, mad L's
+My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
+Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
+I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
+So you better grab your pistol
+'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
+And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
+Fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
+[Chorus: Big Pun]
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
+Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw
+
+[Outro: 2Pac The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I personify every image that niggas fake
+I personify, really bring it to 'em
+Because I'm -- I-I looked up to these niggas
+While on bail, they gon' take my spot, big mistake, know what I'm saying?
+My spot is wedged in, it ain't going nowhere, you know what I'm saying?
+I'm coming right back for my place, anybody that's there, they gon' have to moveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If I Should Die Before I Wake (Original Version)[Intro]
+Fuck her, never knew her
+Screw her, dump her body in the sewer
+Our father, uh-huh
+
+[Verse]
+What you expected from his next of kin? (Yeah)
+I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
+I got nines in the bedrooms, Glocks in the kitchen
+A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
+Uh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin'
+Niggas keep stressin', the same motherfuckin' question
+How many shots does it take (What?)
+To make my heart stop and my body start to shake?
+If I should die before I wake
+
+[Outro]
+All I want is dough and big booty hoes, ya know?
+All I want is dough, big booty hoes, ya know? (Money hoes and clothes)
+Funk flow, oh (Blunt smoke coming out the nose is all a nigga knows)
+All I want is hoes, you know? Dough, flow (Money hoes and clothes)
+All I want is dough and big booty hoes, ya know? (Big booty hoes)
+All I want is dough, big booty hoes, ya know?
+(Money hoes and clothes is all a nigga knows, uh)
+Ain't no more verses! The fuck, y'all niggas?
+Got shit rocking like I'm 'bout to just drop some new shit
+A bastard child at the age of 16, get the game, yeah, man!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Somebody Gotta Die (Outtake)[Verse]
+Uh, steps out the pad with the dufflebag, all the guns I had
+Sippin' Granddad, 'bout to make his momma sad
+I can't stand him and I don't know him
+And he don't even know I'm 'bout to blow him, 'bout to show him
+What goes around comes around, he should've 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, I'm 'bout to spark him
+Lord forgive me, beg your pardon
+Hey, playboy!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Queen B@$#h (Demo)[Intro]
+Uh, uh
+See, we done masterminded all this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? We know exactly how we gon' do what we gon' do, this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? This all a part of staying on top of your game, you dig? You know what I'm sayin'? Don't be these others niggas, they come out,  whatever whatever, whatever, you know what I'm sayin', they doing their thing, but you know what I'm sayin', can you maintain your shit? That's the question
+Uh, uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+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&M's
+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 Grier's 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 y'all niggas can't eat without per diem
+I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
+[Refrain]
+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, I'ma 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
+
+[Verse 2]
+Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging?
+Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging
+In the Tunnel & Esso's
+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 I'll 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 Bloomingdale's for Prada bags
+Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team
+Shit's straight like 9:15, y'nahmean?
+Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
+Flossing my Rolex wrist shit
+I kick shit, like a nigga do
+Pull a trigger tooEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+All I Know[Intro: Cheri Dennis]
+DJ Technique
+Go, Biggie
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Cheri Dennis]
+Why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
+Release the brainstorm
+To make your motherfucking brain warm (Go, Biggie)
+A strange form, something kind of lyrical
+Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
+Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
+Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
+And, uh, do you know where you're going to?
+Do you like the things that I bring?
+Make an MC wanna sing for a living
+Take the beatdown we fucking giving
+
+[Verse 2: Cheri Dennis]
+Throw your Glock in the air and wave it
+I'm 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
+[Chorus: Cheri Dennis]
+Oh no, you just can't let it go
+It's all you know
+Is this life so on the road
+Until the end (Until the end)
+Right here hustling
+'Cause I can't lie
+I wonder why
+You just don't give somethin' else a try
+
+[Post-Chorus: Akon]
+You wonder why I'm still on the block
+'Cause I just can't leave it baby, 'cause that's all I know
+Throw the gat away when you see the cops
+Come back and retrieve it baby, 'cause that's all I know
+'Cause that's how we roll
+From the gutter straight to your front door
+That's all I know
+A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite
+And you know we gon' feed it, baby
+'Cause that's all I know
+
+[Verse 2: Keith Murray]
+Put the guns down and leave the beef alone (Uh huh)
+But Kira, one thing, I can't 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 (Yeah)
+Flash knots, push rocks like an 88'er (Yeah)
+Cash dots, don't play yourself like a masturbater
+[Chorus: Cheri Dennis]
+Oh no, you just can't let it go
+It's all you know
+Is this life so on the road
+Until the end (Until the end)
+Right here hustling
+'Cause I can't lie
+I wonder why
+You just don't give somethin' else a try
+
+[Post-Chorus: Akon]
+You wonder why I'm still on the block
+'Cause I just can't leave it baby, 'cause that's all I know
+Throw the gat away when you see the cops
+Come back and retrieve it baby, 'cause that's all I know
+'Cause that's how we roll
+From the gutter straight to your front door
+That's all I know
+A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite
+And you know we gon' feed it, baby
+'Cause that's all I know
+
+[Verse 3: G-Dep]
+Get involved, if you ain't 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 ain't talkin' bout football team
+Hits like can't get right
+Catch me in the hood like head lice
+It still got nice with red price like
+[Chorus: Cheri Dennis]
+Oh no, you just can't let it go
+It's all you know
+Is this life so on the road
+Until the end (Until the end)
+Right here hustling
+'Cause I can't lie
+I wonder why
+You just don't give somethin' else a try
+
+[Post-Chorus: Akon]
+You wonder why I'm still on the block
+'Cause I just can't leave it baby, 'cause that's all I know
+Throw the gat away when you see the cops
+Come back and retrieve it baby, 'cause that's all I know
+'Cause that's how we roll
+From the gutter straight to your front door
+That's all I know
+A bunch of thug niggas with an appetite
+And you know we gon' feed it, baby
+'Cause that's all I knowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+3 B’s[Intro: Buju Banton]
+Gargamel, flight again!
+
+[Chorus; Buju Banton]
+While mans been pimping, I've been up
+You got pills and stock keep lining up
+No more freeloading, time is up
+Catch a 3 dog plane, man don't stifle us
+Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on
+I seen the cutie, does she wine enough?
+Gyal a can't keep her eyes den off your stuff
+Move girl, or you gon' touch the Midas Touch
+
+[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Venue after venue, I've 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
+I'm kind of tired, I'ma 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, that's 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
+[Chorus; Buju Banton]
+While mans been pimping, I've been up
+You got pills and stock keep lining up
+No more freeloading, time is up
+Catch a 3 dog plane, man don't stifle us
+Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on
+I seen the cutie, does she wine enough?
+Gyal a can't keep her eyes den off your stuff
+Move girl, or you gon' touch the Midas Touch
+
+[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
+Yes, indeed, it's 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, I'm only macking Brand Nubian chicks
+Got her own paper, shorty never blowing her own ki
+I ain't tricking, baby, ain't 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, I'm careful with every chicken I'm pickin', listen
+You see my shorty always stay on the grind
+Bitches be jealous of my shorty and hating what's 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 I'm bugging? Tell me, how do you figure?
+I got a shorty that ain't trying to take a thing from a nigga
+[Chorus; Buju Banton]
+While mans been pimping, I've been up
+You got pills and stock keep lining up
+No more freeloading, time is up
+Catch a 3 dog plane, man don't stifle us
+Give me 20s and .380s and fly enough, come on
+I seen the cutie, does she wine enough?
+Gyal a can't keep her eyes den off your stuff
+Move girl, or you gon' touch the Midas TouchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Grind[Intro: 50 Cent & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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 (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesaunt)
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5
+And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)
+I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine
+And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
+I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine
+'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
+If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time
+It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+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 ain't feeling this shit
+Have your mama screaming ("Baby, move, it's a hit!")
+I ain't Scarface -- "No women, no kids" -- I don't 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
+I'm 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, ain't 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 shit's lovely
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5
+And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)
+I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine
+And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
+I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine
+'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
+If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time
+It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Niggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it
+Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
+'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
+Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies
+Stories like a motherfucker
+Model bitches wondering if I'ma 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' G's overseas, VCR's in my V's
+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, it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
+Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5
+And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)
+I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine
+And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
+I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine
+'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
+If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time
+It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Video Musicbox Freestyle[Chris Wallace]
+Look in the sky
+Wonder why
+Most MCs alibis
+Won't comply
+With my style of rhyme
+Or rhyming or rap
+It's not a trap
+My rhyme just snap --
+
+[??]
+And we were laughing and laughing, like "You ain't never gonna be on Video Musicbox, man..'
+
+[Chris Wallace]
+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
+
+[Chris Wallace]
+This is the wail of a tale
+Of a male who gotta pay my bills
+And I'll nail 'em in to sail the seven seas--EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Teen Summit Freestyle[Verse]
+Alright, alright, yo
+The B.I.G. is far from a chump
+I love to thump, I'm 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
+It's 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 I'm smackin, huh
+MCs have a hard time believin'
+I'm marked for death, hard to kill like Steven
+Bad Boy in the house!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Big Poppa (Live at MTV Spring Break 1995)[Intro: Biggie Smalls]
+Check it out, check it out
+A'ight, all the true players here
+Y'all throw your hands up, y'all know how we do it
+Check it out, uh
+Turn the mics up
+Turn the mics up, uh
+Check it out, uh, check it
+
+[Verse 1: Biggie Smalls]
+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 you'll find me
+The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me
+Mad question askin', blunt passin'
+Music blastin', but I just can't 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
+[Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls]
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+Uh, uh
+Throw your hands in the air if you's 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 (Why)
+Please don't shoot up the place!
+‘Cause I see some ladies tonight
+That should be having what? what? baby, baby
+
+[Verse 2: Biggie Smalls]
+Uh, straight up, honey, really I'm askin'
+Most of these fellas think they be mackin', but they be actin'
+Who they attractin' with that line
+"What's your name? What's 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?
+I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew
+We can rendezvous at the bar around 2
+At 3 o'clock, 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 Welch's grape
+Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon' do
+What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (true)
+Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
+And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, baby
+[Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls]
+I love it when you call me Big Poppa
+Where ya at?
+Throw your hands in the air if you's 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 don't shoot up the place!
+‘Cause I see some ladies tonight
+That should be having my (What? What?) baby, baby, uh
+
+[Verse 3: Crowd & Biggie Smalls]
+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 BM's, I'm the man, girlfriend
+
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy & Biggie Smalls]
+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
+[Chorus: Crowd & Biggie Smalls]
+I love it when they call me Big Poppa
+Throw your hands in the air if you's 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 don't shoot up the place!
+‘Cause I see some ladies tonight
+That should be having (What? What?) baby, baby
+
+[Outro: Biggie Smalls]
+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?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Niggas (Original)[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru]
+Niggas!
+Niggas!
+Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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 ki's, making crazy G’s
+Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
+On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm 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
+That's a real nigga for ya
+
+[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru]
+Niggas!
+Niggas!
+Niggas!
+Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+That's 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 don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
+Up north, bound first stop for the town
+Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill
+You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
+Hahaha, yo Cheek, she like that shit, Cheek
+
+[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru]
+Niggas!
+Niggas!
+Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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 I'm paid, I want to get laid
+Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
+I'd rather beat my dick than trick
+And if she don’t suck, then we don’t fuck
+I'd 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, I'm leaving
+[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru]
+Niggas!
+Niggas!
+Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit
+Niggas!
+Niggas!
+Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m With Whateva (Original)[Intro: Jim Jones]
+R.I.P. Big
+We some niggas that's gonna make you proud of this game
+Smell me? Jones, Capo
+Cash Money, Santana
+Dipset, Lil Weezy
+Let's ride, Let's ride
+Cause real Gs know the feeling
+It's hard body, no remorse for the killing
+Cause real Gs know the feeling
+It's hard body, no remorse for the killing
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
+Mad trees and bitches in dungarees
+The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees
+I love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it 'til it freeze
+I'm from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs
+I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall
+I'm mean, I'm mad raw, I'm coming like fastball
+Steee-rike, yup, so get it right
+Nigga, one of my sniplets'll end your whole life
+You ain't nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife
+And a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat pork
+So be smart and play your own part
+If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart
+And we don't like the narcs, stay away from the cell
+Hey, I'mma shoot it out if I'm facing the L
+Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich
+Weezy Baby, nigga, nine to five, ten to six
+[Hook: Juelz Santana]
+All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life
+At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+
+[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
+It's showdown time, throwdown time
+Safety off, four pound time
+Clack clack, go get yours, I'll go get mine
+Check it man, I'm with whatever
+Goodness gracious, the paper
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
+I'll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me
+You got nothing on a nigga like me, you'll see
+I'm on the grind from sun up to sun down
+If I'm lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now
+I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred
+Keep it coming 'til I'm full on my stomach
+I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my haze
+Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays
+I'm stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga
+Trying to get rid of the life, alright?
+[Hook: Juelz Santana]
+All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life
+At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+
+[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G]
+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 don't fuck up my sheets
+My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
+I'm 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
+I'm ready to die
+[Hook: Juelz Santana]
+All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
+I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight
+I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life
+At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Who Shot Ya (Serj Tankian Remix)[Intro: Diddy]
+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—
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+[Interlude: Diddy]
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+9-5, motherfuckers
+Get live, motherfuckers
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+
+[Interlude: Diddy]
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+9-5, motherfuckers
+Get live, motherfuckers
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Come here, come here
+Open your fucking mouth, open your
+Didn’t I tell you don't 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?
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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
+
+[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+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 BaileysEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Dad (Interlude)[T’yana Wallace:]
+Hi, my name is T'yana 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 lotEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Why do some people hate Notorious (2009) so much?To be honest with y'all, I really fucks wit that movie. It's not the best movie ever but it's 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, don't know why, cuz I don't see anything wrong with it. Why do some hate on that?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One More Chance / Stay With Me (Radio Edit)[Intro]
+Uh, what?
+That's right, Bad Boy
+Don’t go, don't go, don't go (Baby, don’t go, what?)
+I love you so
+One more chance (Lyrically, I)
+Biggie, give me one more chance (One more chance, lyrically, I)
+One more chance (What? Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
+Biggie, give me one more chance (Junior M.A.F.I.A., remix)
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+First thing's first, I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys
+Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money
+Those the ones I like 'cause they don't 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
+Don't see my ones, don't 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 don't know what the hell's 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 can't make
+Call him, tell him you’ll be home real late and sing the break, uh
+[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Baby, here I am (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+All I need is one more chance (One more chance)
+I can help you find yourself (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+'Cause you don’t need nobody else (One more chance)
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+She's sick of that song on how it's 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', don't 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 I'm 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
+I'm through, can you sing the song for me, boo?
+
+[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+One more chance (One more chance)
+Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know? Give me one more chance)
+One more chance
+Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+One more chance
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+So what's 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 man's a wimp, I give that **** a good thrashin'
+High fashion, flying into all states
+Sexing me while your man ****
+Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
+Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
+Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent
+I'm not only a client, I'm the player president
+
+[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+One more chance
+Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know? One more chance)
+One more chance (Baby, here I am)
+Biggie give me one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+All I need is one more chance
+One more chance (Nine-five)
+I can help you find yourself (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
+'Cause you don't need nobody elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stickup (1st Take)[Intro: 3rd Eye]
+We in this motherfucker for real
+Know what I'm saying?
+Check it, check it
+
+[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+
+[Verse 1: 3rd Eye]
+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, y'all freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit
+When I get ill, my skill's simply amazing
+A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
+Sinking deep up in your bed, then y'all 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 don't be bullshitting
+1993, we coming harder
+[?]
+
+[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+[Verse 2: TROO-KULA]
+Ayo, here yee, have you heard of me, '93
+Take a look-sie, you don't 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, I'm 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, I'm psycho (Yeah)
+Leave us alone, we can hold our own
+Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
+I be wettin' niggas mortuaries up, they wouldn't know it
+When the funeral, burial I'm coming strapped
+It's that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back
+I'm the gat
+
+[Chorus: 3rd Eye]
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yes, love, I love your fuckin' attitude
+When a nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
+And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
+Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
+Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too
+Up the herringbones and bamboos
+I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant
+Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant, huh
+I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
+When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
+Mom duke ain't givin' me shit
+So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
+Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
+Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust
+When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps
+I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy]
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, stickup
+Big up, big up, it's a stickup, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, nigga
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
+Big up, big up, it's a stick up, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+N/AN/AEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Radio Drop (MR. Cee)[Notorious B.I.G.]
+Yeah, yeah yeah
+It's the Notorious Biggie Smalls
+When I ain't on Fulton Street, sipping a Becks, steaming an L with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
+Or on Bedford Avenue with my DJ The Hitman 50 Grand and the O.G.B., getting tore down
+We listening to the best of both worlds with Mr. Magic Spanish Fly and my main doo-doo stain, Mister Cee.
+On The Wheels Of Steel every Thursday night, on 91.5 Skills FM. I'm a ghost like Michael Landon, peace.EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+SatanWe gotta go to hell and speak to satan (Oh yeah Giselle)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+افکار خودکشی[اینترو: Diddy]
+سلام؟
+اه لعنتی، داداش! ساعت چنده مَرد؟
+اوه لعنت بهش
+رفیق میدونی الان ساعت چنده؟
+اه گه توش، چه خبر شده؟
+تو خوبی؟
+اه رفیق چه مرگت شده؟
+
+[ورس: Diddy و The Notorious B.I.G]
+وقتی مردم، لعنت بهش، میخوام بدم به جهنم
+چون من یک تیکه گهم و خیلی سخت نیست که اینو بفهمی (درباره چی حرف میزنی مرد؟)
+با عقل جور در نمیاد، برم بهشت با آدمای خوب خوب
+لباس سفید تنم کنم، من بوت های تیمب سیاه و هوای سیاه دوست دارم (اُه، مرد)
+خدا احتمالا به من خیلی سخت میگیره
+کل روز نمی خوابم و کسی نیست کیرم رو بخوره
+با ادمای خوب بچرخم، توی بهشت لَش کنم
+کیر توش، من میخوام‌تفنگ دستم بگیرم و قمار کنم (الان داری چیزای احمقانه ای میگی رفیق)
+
+تمام زندگیم من به عنولن بدترین آدم در نظر گرفته شده ام
+به مادرم دروغ گفتم و حتی از کیفش دزدی کردم (اَه)
+خلاف پشتِ خلاف، از مواد تا اخاذی
+میدونم مادرم الان آرزو میکنه کاش من رو سقط میکرد
+الان مثل زمانی که جوان تر بودم دوستم نداره (هی، یکم خودت رو کنترل کن رفیق)
+سینه اش و میخوردم تا گشنگی لعنتی ام برطرف بشه
+جالبه بدونم اگر بمیرم، اشک به چشم هاش میاد؟
+ببخش من رو برای بی احترامی ام، ببخش من رو برای دروغ هام (حالت خوب نیست، B)
+My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
+مادر بچه هام هشت ماه و خواهرش دو ماه حامله است
+چه کسی مقصر این هست؟ (نه رفیق، تو نیستی)
+بخدا قسم فقط میخوام حجم رو ببرم و این زندگی مزخرف رو تموم کنم
+مگنوم رو به سرم بگیرم و تهدید کنم که ماشه رو بکشم (رفیق، چته؟)
+و فشارش بدم تا وقتی که کل تخت قرمز میشه (الان دیر وقته برای این حرف ها)
+خوشحالم که مردم، من یه معتاد علفِ بی ارزشم
+استرس داره بیشتر میشه من- من نمیتونم اینو باور کنم (هی من تو راه ام که بیام اونجا)
+خودکشی تو ذهن لعنتیمه، میخوام از اینجا بِرم
+بخدا قسم که حس میکنم مرگ داره من رو صدا میزنه
+ولی نه، تو نمیفهمی (رفیق، با من حرف بزن، لطفا مرد!)
+ببین، مثل بلایی که کراک سر Pokie تو New Jack آورد
+با این فرق که اگر من برم، هیج راه برگشتی نیست (هی مرد من دیگه میرم)
+یا باید مثل رامو تو Beat Street بمیرم؟ (بهت زنگ میزنم وقتی برسم به ماشین)
+مردم توی تشییع جنازه ام وایمیستند انگار دلشون برام تنگ میشه (هی دوست دخترت کجاست مرد؟)
+مادر بچه ام منو رو می بوسه ولی خوشحال هست که رفتم (بگو دوست دخترتو صحبت کنه)
+اون میدونست بین منو و خواهرش یه رابطه ای هست
+من به آخر خط رسیدم، دیگه نمیتونم حرف بزنم (هی مادر جنده به من گوش میدی؟)
+به کاکا سیاه ام Chic زنگ بزن و بگو اراده ام ضعیفه
+(هی مرد به خودت بیا)
+حالم بهم میخوره ام از دروغ گفتن این کاکا سیاها و حالم بهم میخوره از این جنده های هول
+راستش رو بخوای، از حرف زدن هم حالم بهم میخوره
+(رفیق، هی هی، بیگ! هی آروم باش!)
+*شلیک گلوله*
+هی بیگ! هی بیگ
+[اوترو]
+لطفاً تلفن را قطع کنید و دوباره تماس بگیرید
+لطفاً تلفن را قطع کنید - این تماس ضبط شده استEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Champagne Freestyle[Intro]
+See, I'm not a freestyler but I'ma try a lil' something 'cause champagne got me feeling right
+Champagne got me feeling right
+You know what I'm saying?
+Check it out, check it out, check it out
+
+[Verse]
+There's all kinds of MCs, short ones, black ones
+Dope ones, wack ones
+But only one fat, black one that's platinum
+Check it out, as I flow on and on and on until the break of days, straight off the dome
+Who roam the streets? Who rule the beats?
+Big Poppa, show stopper, who smacked ya?
+Smacked you up against the wall
+Put the gun to your head - bow, bow, bow! Now ya fallEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Soul Power 197 RhymesLyrics from snippets
+
+[Verse]
+I'm the heavy-set one with the diligence
+The one that still hustles on Fulton Street
+Enough about me, let's talk about youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Serata EtilicaSerata Etilica
+
+
+DUEMILA VENTUNO
+
+Il nostro motto uno per tutti  tutti per uno
+ETILICO-ETILICO-COMEL'ALCOL ETILICO
+
+Noi stavamo nelle streets
+Tra una beatch e uno spritz
+ETILICO-ETILICO-COMEL'ALCOL ETILICO
+
+Salutando queste meretrici
+Perchè prima vengono gli amici
+In estate a ballare un mambo
+Ci sentivamo più dori di RAMBO
+Fanculo alle troie che non sentiamo da un'anno
+SONO SBRONZO-STRONZI
+
+Alla goccia urlavamo
+Mentre ballavamo
+Ogni serata un quattro bianchi
+Fanculo i sudati banchi
+ETILICO-ETILICO-COMEL'ALCOL ETILICO
+
+Nel nostro privè
+Soltanto bottiglie vuote in serie
+Ma non l'esser grandi che cercavamo
+Ma i pensieri non gradivamo
+Tutti insieme saltiamo le brave ragazze non le vogliamo
+BELVEDERE-VOGLIAMO
+Fiaccole e graffiti
+Ad oggi sono vecchi miti
+Ogni serata etilica
+Tra le SCIMMIE CARICA
+ETILICO-ETILICO-COMEL'ALCOL ETILICO
+
+
+Chi non beve in compagnia
+È un ladro o una spia
+La morale c'è ma non la vedi
+Non fare troppe cazzate
+E goditi le serate
+Ogni serata etilica
+E piacere vi saluto e mi vado  a SEDEREEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Bastard Child (prod by Statik Selektah) (UNHEARD BIGGIE)[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Steps out the pad with a duffle bag
+All the guns I had, sippin' Granddad
+'Bout to make his momma sad
+I can't stand 'em and I don't know 'em
+And he don't even know I'm 'bout to blow 'em, 'bout to show 'em
+What goes around comes around, you shoulda thought about it
+And now he got to talk to God about it
+I mean it, nothin' come between us
+Four, fifth, in the dead center
+I got the scope with the infra
+Boom, boom, coward niggas got to meet their fate
+The faggot got Jason on his license plate, motherfucker
+And he talkin', pass the Gat', I'm 'bout to spark 'em
+Lord forgive me, beg your pardon
+Hey, playboy!
+
+[Break: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Tell me, who be the one who fails to play (A bastard child)
+In the life race
+
+[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
+Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya (Uh, yeah)
+Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
+Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
+Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah, I pop plenty shit
+Chump, I'm makin' hits, no time for the crack rock and shit (Uh)
+Took it to another level (Yeah)
+Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils, huh
+Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
+Of the B-I-G, G-I-E, you know it's me
+Homes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass
+Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
+The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
+Gettin' props, provin' nobody drops (Uh)
+Words as potent as the blunt smokin' Bed-Stuy bandit
+And niggas just can't understand it (Yeah, yeah)
+[Outro]
+Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
+Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
+Tell me, who be the one who fails to playEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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