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Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece! Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time! Id rather not breathe than snitch And I love my niggas not my bitch, LOX pop the clip If the rap game was the dope game I be a chink named Liu Kang, sellin Montega on my own plane Movin with, entrepreneurs, who run the law Coke sniffin bitches holdin fours, talkin war Back to reality my mentality is fatality Niggas makin way over they salary I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out Thugs meetin up in one city to have a spray out Cartels bring in they coke, havin a weigh out Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit Ayo Styles dont exist, so a cell aint shit Jail aint shit, Godll just teach me quick If they put me in a cell then my ghostll drift Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength Yeah, yeah, yeah Pop the gat, aim, squeeze precisely Where them niggas at? Them faggots are sheisty See the problems that, you way too nice, please Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be Dont be like me, hard-headed, and stubborn When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn You got one turn, I suggest you show Me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms When I was born, I know I make the world darker The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya Like Bob Barker, if the price is right Lay your ass down for spite, anybody, aight? Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps To Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts, what! I got cats to spray for me, honeys that pay for me Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me Cats that spray for me, honeys that pay for me Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me Uhh, uhh, talkin to me doin shit for you, try God Cause after one in your cabbage you as good as retard Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did this to you Whirlpool maxin, lounge to the end Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz While yall still fuckin with them twins from Flatte Im out in Vegas, tryin to strip Stacey Dash Fuck police talk black, I dont do shit in New York Too many super cops nigga, you can have these blocks And these hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my Porsche And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns hoarse Four minutes and twenty five seconds to your end You know it be the Kiss, grantin your last wish Everybody wanna know who The LOX is Cause we aint spittin nuttin out but that hot shit Burnin trees, sippin Mo, eatin lobsters Up in the oriental joint, usin chopsticks Soon we gon rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados Then all yall players gon hate us Cause everything we do stay gettin overlooked Now yall be shook cause you dealin with real crooks I cant lie for a while yall cats was on us But now, if you cant beat us, join us We tryin to blow lye with the Sultan of Brunei In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and sweaters Black M5 with the headers Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh

Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, thats just for us Niggas aint gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Yknahmean? Where do niggas go when we die? Aint no heaven for a thug nigga Thats why we go to thug mansion Thats the only place where thugs get in free And you gotta be a G Was it the liquor, that makes me act blind, times that Im with her Anonymous pictures of other niggas tryin to kiss her Will I love her or shall I diss her? Im sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit, tryin to paint a perfect picture My memories of jealousy no longer carefree Cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep tellin me Im on tour, but now my bedrooms an open door So it got me thinkin, what am I tryin for? When I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please A lil, trick on a mission tryin to get in my P Me and my niggas is thug niggas, former known drug dealers We dont love bitches and believe, they dont love niggas I gotta blame my attraction But you became a distraction, a threat to my paper stackin I thought you changed but now I know Cant turn a hoe into a housewife, baby, and there you go Cant stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think its sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz dont know If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night Calling out father oh, stand by and we will Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side And if we should die tonight, we should all die together Raise a glass of wine for the last time Calling out father oh, prepare as we will Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side Desolation comes upon the sky Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees And I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, blood in the breeze And I hope that you remember me A nigga never been as broke as me – I like that When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt Im sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators You want to see the inside, I see you later Here comes the drama, oh Thats that nigga with the fake, blaow Why you punch me in my face? Stay in your place Play your position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin And hoes clockin, here comes respect His crews your crew or they might be next Look at they man eye, big man, they never try So we rolled with them, stole with them I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, butter crunch Oh, should my people fall then surely Ill do the same Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame Calling out father oh, hold fast and we will Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side Desolation comes upon the sky Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees And I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, blood in the breeze And I hope that you remember me Cant stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think its sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz dont know Cant stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think its sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz dont know Cant stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think its sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz dont know Cant stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think its sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz dont know Now I see fire, inside the mountain I see fire, burning the trees And I see fire, hollowing souls I see fire, blood in the breeze And I hope that you remember me

Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil Cease-ah But dont sling pizza, pizza The gat carryin, rap barbarian Ninety-six Blake Carrington I brings the most dangerous diseases Trife please MCs of all types Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches Style never switches Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out For shootin up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques Niggas dont want shit, Trife impresses Lexus GSs, chicks in iceberg dresses Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A But faggot niggas wanna spoil it Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me Cause I stopped killing niggas for free Uhh, uhh The Anne Klein sportin, coke snortin, niggas lovely I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E., watch the show As my flow bubble over like Mos and Cristals Aint scared to bust my pist-al, sippin hard on Cristal Dream accounts, large amounts Cause Frank dont play with lye money, get high money Ready to die Grady, no ifs, ands, or maybes Im not your average lady; put that on my 380 Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron Uh, who us? We just swervin, in the dark blue Suburban Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser Policell never chase us we too fly for that Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that I be, flirtin for certain, wearing short skirts and But aint no dicks insertin see, thats the difference Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches I fuck to bust a nut, Lil Kim not a slut I gotta reputation to look out for Plus my boss is a outlaw Uhhh, motherfuckers think they tough guys Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up Faggot ass motherfuckers They really aint no true players Death comes to those that oppose the clique Dick-riders get off the dick Cause, Larceny got guns for yall And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out Niggas getting mad cause I dug they backs out Then I blacks out, start shooting kids Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious Rule number three; dont take love from no bitches You know what makes me much stronger than you I can take pain much longer than you So what you gon do when I run up in that ass-crease How you wanna spit a grease?

Too much smoke in here man Open a fucking window What the fuck man Yo yo yo yo yo I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Lil Cease Nigga please, blood floods your Dungarees And thats 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 thats on the low though Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show I pull out fo-fos 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 girls nipples be The game sour like a pickle be, yall know the rules Move from BK to New Jeruz; thinking bout All the planes we flew, bitches we ran through Now the years 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 aint mad at cha Blood rushin, concussions aint nothin Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it with the basic, six TVs 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 Yall cant see this That this might be the night This might be the night, thats right, thats right This might be the night Niggas playing they hands wrong, thats why they wont 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, Im 10 seconds hitngo 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 yall, once friends, now we gotta cross yall 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 Yall cant see this That this might be the night This might be the night, thats right, thats right This might be the night Yo, yo, how we do niggas, I dont beef, I shoot niggas If I cant get the main character, a few niggas then I dont 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 aint 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 its the 2 Benz or Would it be the same if I couldnt 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, Im gettin rich You get deaded, I get erections over revenge, kid You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave Ill lay a nigga down and steam roll away... Yall cant see this That this might be the night This might be the night, thats right, thats right This might be the night

Yea-uh, fuck that I want some pussy tonight I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit Only because she got some money for me and shit I think about fuckin her And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses I dont know what the fuck Im gonna do, but check it How you spell cash? Cease and some hash At last, a nigga kickin game full blast How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles Jan Sport book-bags and bags from Chanel Issey Miyake, smellin up my Kawasaki Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey Clock me workin real hard for a nickel He drive a tricycle and his pants too little And his shoes too little Wont you get with the clique with the big ass dicks That make sure your kicks fit The real shit, true, baller pack steel shit The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free So all you got to do for me is just Make your way to my king-sized bed And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bedspread Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead Just gimme some head, gimme some head If you aint suckin no dick We dont need it, we dont need it If you aint lickin no clits We dont want it, we dont want it If you aint drinkin no nut We dont need it, we dont need it If you aint lickin no butts We dont want it, we dont want it Some bitches do and some bitches dont Ride a dick til he bust, shit I know I wont Niggas cum too fast for me A waste of a good dick if you ask me I like a nigga like to put his back in it If its a weave fuck around and pull a track in it All I get, few strokes thats it This bomb ass shit got your cigarettes lit Who me, forced to use plan B Masturbate, play with the pussy This nigga here bust off snorin He straight, I knew this date would be borin I wanna wake him up to do his duty Nigga use that tongue, clit to booty, clit to booty You wanna steal the pussy like a thief Now kiss the lips without the teeth So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru Goodnight to you too, boo If you aint suckin no dick We dont need it, we dont need it If you aint lickin no clits We dont want it, we dont want it If you aint drinkin no nut We dont need it, we dont need it If you aint lickin no butts We dont want it, we dont want it Nine out of ten women want to spit On the skin of Blake Carrington But I need much more to get raw Hardcore, dick to jaw, dick to jaw You drinkin babies, dont wanna hear baby strictly Well if he cum up on your chest slow If not then your not down with me Little Ceasar, Del Vec, Klept, or B.I.G Capone, Nino, or Bugsy Dont ask Kim for a date She want her pussy ate If you aint suckin no dick We dont need it, we dont need it If you aint lickin no clits We dont want it, we dont want it If you aint drinkin no nut We dont need it, we dont need it If you aint lickin no butts We dont want it, we dont want it

And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party, and party I stumble up to the window Opened the curtains to blinding lights Make up all over the pillow What went on? What went on? What went on last night? You look so sweet while youre dreaming Holding your bottle of Tanqueray It isnt even the weekend Baby, thats how I know youre the one for me I wanna party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party, and party Cause when the sun sets, baby On the avenue I get that drunk sex feeling Yeah, when Im with you So put your arms around me, baby Were tearing up the town Cause thats just how we do We got that sweet, hot loving Dancing in the dark Out in the streets, were running Shut down every bar So put your arms around me, baby Were tearing up the town Cause thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do Hungover, I think Im broken You say the fix is a shot of Jack I said, Man, what are you smokin? But alright, pour a glass, and well throw em back I wanna party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party, and party Cause when the sun sets, baby On the avenue I get that drunk sex feeling Yeah, when Im with you So put your arms around me, baby Were tearing up the town Cause thats just how we do We got that sweet, hot loving Dancing in the dark Out in the streets, were running Shut down every bar So put your arms around me, baby Were tearing up the town Cause thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party, and party I wanna party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party, and party Cause when the sun sets, baby On the avenue I get that drunk sex feeling Yeah when Im with you So put your arms around me, baby Were tearing up the town Cause thats just how we do We got that sweet hot loving Dancing in the dark Out in the streets were running Shut down every bar So put your arms around me, baby Were tearing up the town Cause thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do How we do, thats just how we do And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and party

Another day in the ghetto One look outside Im already upset yo It look about a hundred-and-two Its a Saturday and Biggie aint got nuttin to do Uhh, Im intrrupted by a phone ring {brrrrring} Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie? Yo who dis? Taisha Yo call back, Im busy Why dontcha hit me on the box a little later Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator Steps out its the same old scene Dope fiend, crack fiend, eyewitness news team I seen a honey with a butt looking butter soft I know she looks much better with them clothes up off Sitting all thick, with the ruby red lipstick {SMACK} Thats the one I gotta get with Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T Im tryna get with ya girl, I aint even going stunt Miss Fat booty, man I seen it from the front I mean that shit was pumped, had me fiending from the jump And that ass was right, shit would make a fag look twice So I approach like “shawty , whats good with cha?” Nigga was hopin’ to go back to the hood with ya And yeah I see them other niggas tryna look at cha Wouldn’t slang the thing right even if they could get ya Me I’m from the Ville where we learn how to mack well And you gon’ yell when I hit it from the back well Take you to the crib and throw on a little Maxwell Grab a condom know cause, shit, I don’t know you that well Haa, was fucking with that Far from hater but see dem brothers was wack So don’t you worry bout them mean muggin’ girl I’m tougher than that And niggas mad cause this light skinned brotha is back I’m sayin’ though Stripes on the Polo On the late night, fucking your wife on the low low My pipe like a pogo stick, no homo No ice but I’m cold though Cologne on my nuts in case she might wanna go low I’m from the Ville where niggas fight for the dolo So think twice or take the same advice from the fo’fo’ Me running to PoPo and muthaf-ckin’ no go A Carolina nigga, I’m the muthaf-ckin logo Shit, fly as hell on my ozone shit Disrespect me nigga you could get your cornroll split And that goes for you too, I’m on my Bono shit Niggas got no delivery thats that Digiorno shit I got porno chicks callin’, I still neglect them nigga I’m about my money like a bill collector For you slow niggas I put it more in laymans If you aint talkin’ money its a foreign language But uh, shawty can I get wit cha 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

Uhh, uhh, uhh, 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, shouldnt have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome, is usually A beat down brutally, fuck who you be, or where you from West or East coast, squeeze toast, leave most In the blood they layin in, ask Tray and them Oh shit, I suppose its, time to go snitch Flip a line and get the show lit You clown niggas hold it Down your flow lax, just so you know that We could battle for days like old cats Black, you dealin with a throw back Winnin like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams My lyrics they bang like migraines Nigga my names, Tray the terrible Philadelph, wild child incredible Too sick for medical attention , people listen Its verbal ascension, like Maxwell many dimensions Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition Killin ya Maxell, unveil lyrical skills unknown For my peoples with illegal cell phones A real MC lets bring it back home Live from the two-one-five, that lost a back bone In charge, and heavily armed like Brett Favre You for saw it, nigga stay down Biggie make them hit the floor face down What, what, what The rings and things you sing about, bring em out Its hard to yell, when the bar-rels in your mouth Its more than I expected, I thought ya jewels was rented But they wasnt, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesnt, ran up in your shell about a dozen You never seen bank like, Frank White, ya hand clutchin Ya chest plate, contemplates, you bout to die nigga wait Keep yo hands high If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high Aint no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know, its Tray and B-I, G, schemin on your cream Why try, keep yo hands high You dont wanna die, keep yo hands high Aint no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know, its Tray and B-I, G, schemin on your cream Why try, keep yo hands high (High high, high high, high high, high high High high, high high, high high) Ayo, its showtime, so Ima blow nines, into your spine Til whats yours is mines, you know what this is Bag the Benjamins with all ya riches How quickly, the milli turns Willies to bitches Controllin your fate, a hole in your plate Fuck the show dates, I want the whole state The squads harassin, all of yall niggas who flashin We doin this the Tray Lee way Delay, then nigga we spray No ignoring us, me and Notorious Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed, Im due south with keys Yall pick seeds out yall weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, its my block, with my rocks Fuck that hip-hop, them one-twos, and ya dont 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, Players Anthem Dont 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 Wizza, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash gorilla, slash illest turned iller So nigga keep ya hands high Run all your so-called possessions, links with baguettes in Keys to your Lex, for us to make your shorties dressed in A full jack maneuver, dont nobody move, just the moolah Its RNF and Junior, M.A.F., runnin through ya like Kahlua If rum sung then you fly, niggas with the 45 But true lies, you brought out the real nigga in me Now Ima cock the semi, watch you strip like Demi If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high Aint no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know its Tray and B-I, G, schemin on your cream Why try, keep yo hands high You dont wanna die, keep yo hands high Aint no right or wrong in this game called survive So you know its Tray and B-I, G, schemin on your cream Why try, keep yo hands high High high, high high, high high, high high High high, high high, high high If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high.... If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high.... If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high... If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high... If you dont wanna die, keep yo hands high...

W.F.D.S Ayo, ayo, check this out, man Ha, ayo, haha Ayo, ayo, haha Nah, nah, ayo, ayo Ayo, damn, Im the, bomb, ringing off all types alarms My palms be swift with the pen like Lynn Swanns Aggravated assault against an MC Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees Its mad real in the Bricks, plus I roll thick You can quote this, Im the Moby Dick of dopeness Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York I dont push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one With a tape deck, if its feasible Tell the truth, I dont own a Lex Coupe But I get you suped when I rock respect due Is a nice nigga that wanna get diced Slice the mic device like the body of Christ Twice, E Double if you feel me, hit me once Cause trouble to you, family and friends Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends Got caught out there cause you were Mack without ten Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer Live from Hell but stay cooler than a double L Turn a felony to a misdemeanor Now the court subpoenaed me to get my act cleaner Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap Blunt, grabbing my wiener Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Now first of all I go for broke Check the third quarter note I make you feel like your water broke Cant tell whether male or female I fucked up your frame well, the monogram cant tell All aboard my balls cause my dick Dont got a lot of room for the rest of yall Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight Rock indo and outdo, dick run in and out yo Bitch, about nine inch up the clit Can you feel me comin? Yeah, I usually make em shit I shines MCs up for auction so I can sell em on Saturday Keith, put the bat away Lets lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down and turn into an ass-kicking holiday Word, I rolls with the Funklord With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards Hes bleeding, get the gauze He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for Push the clip in, slide the top back Make sure its off safety, in case he wanna counteract Shit like that get me vexed So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Becks Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Ayo, catch this picture of me in the mixture So you wont forget the black Jack the Ripper Sorcerer offin yall with techniques A universal lingo, with the odd speaks Control more blacks than Harlem week Freak, smokin that leak at full peak Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique College radio, know I mack shit like Maceo Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver I oughta be an alkie the way I hit liver Deliver the milk to your door real raw Shit you never seen before So when you come inside, and do the front Watch the double-pump shotgun and please dont run Relax your minds, let your conscience be free And get money, and Gs and roll these trees Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the spot Rock the s— Rock the spot This is DJ Say What on this motherfucker Coming to you live from WFDS radio from the Brick City

Mic Check Bigger than Fred Wreck Uh, Check it out Uh, Check it out It dont stop, It dont stop Watch the hit, Nigga It dont stop, It dont stop Watch the hit, Nigga Big Poppa, Throwing niggas off of cliffs Smoking Spliffs, Disappear With my Bitch In a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you Blood Ill 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 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 Flip Chips More Bullets to Fill Clips, Check it Putting coke in corner store Bodegas In the back room playing SEGA, Street Fighter 2 Im inviting you Get your writing crew, and They Dopest rhymes I get up in that Ass, Every time Lyrically, Im Untouchable, Uncrushable Getting Mad blunted in a 600 Benz, Ask your friends whos the Illest licking shot Niggas screaming, Biggie Smalls, Tried to kill us It dont stop, It dont stop Watch the hip, Nigga It dont stop, It dont stop Watch the hip, Nigga Junior M.A.F.I.A, Representing Bucktown Mac-11 Cocked back, Niggas better duck down Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream Earrings the drama Biggie Bring Lets get it

Yeah, uhh In the M.A.F.I.A.s land, yall Where loyalty is everything The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets Heh, let me tell you In the M.A.F.I.A.s land where theres one boss and one clan Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans All em wanna be the man, right hands wash the left hands Loyaltys priority in this fam Where lifes initiated, aint no givin it back Once you in it, like Bennett, youll soon be lieutenant Like me, the Don Juan, thats Yvonne The sweat-a the money getter Coppin mad cheddar Stevie was Wondering how I got in this position One day Frank was fishin for competition, expedition Number one, his name is Barry Madanno Push the phat Milano, 96 stick-shift cross the Verrazano I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines Watch how genuine this gold mine recline When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick One chick named Nick thought she was the shit Tried to play Big Poppa, dont worry Minutes before I drop her, the blow! blow! blow! Like a parolee, the bitch violated So how you like it: coffins or cremated? It aint a day of my life that rolls by That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, its just me and my niggas It aint a day of my life that rolls by That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, its just me and my niggas Street murderers, thug parasites We official, no fake gators Coppin firearms with dud missles We leavin scar tissues That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut Mob nigga, what! threw the gang sign up The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot On my belt buckles and cracked his middle knuckles Damn! How could a deal for a couple mill Result to such violence And throw our whole shit off balance? But still, they pat me down from all angles Trapped inside the Devils triangle Like Bo I had the Jangles And movin slow to slide up on these Mexicans One cross-eyed and hunchbacked The other must be mixed with Black The third nigga had missin teeth and tattoo teardrops Long hair, chest felt like a bag of rocks Before this chops I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks The cream in the box, et cetera, et cetera, and it dont stop I got away with everything, the cash and the stash It aint a day of my life that rolls by That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, its just me and my niggas It aint a day of my life that rolls by That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, its just me and my niggas So now Im titled, mission accomplished My man was astonished He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air Stinkin! I know this niggas thinkin Damn! She too little, too pretty, too quiet The bitch is hired, mobs wife for life Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life We increase the price, uhh So guess who the bitch is? But for now I be the mistress It aint a day of my life that rolls by That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, its just me and my niggas It aint a day of my life that rolls by That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, its just me and my niggas

Everything you heard, yo, thats my word You play the herb and repeat every word It get on your nerves to see how we swerve Watches that shine, dimes with his and her furs Straight from the curb to the suburb In the black suburb, plucking birds, getting served Yall aint never learned how this world turn Thought it was over, huh? Now we return! To whom it may concern, when you hot you burn Maybe it wasnt meant to be or it just aint your turn The rules are so stern, nigga get what you earn And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?! Yall know who you are, wanna battle? Bet a car Notes and all that shit, You legit? Spit a bar What? See, I run the show, got the illest flow Finding loads of bankrolls in my underclothes Its the original and everybody knows I rock diamonds thats red, white and indigo Im undroppable, untoppable You cant hold me down, dont you know Im unstoppable? Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear Ima tell you now, just like I told you last year Niggas aint sticking unless they lick the kitten Huh! Too many bitches just be lickin the dick and Im a picky one, I like my dicks rock hard Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw Oh - something missing, the shower-pissing All up in your mouth, what? You think Im kidding? Cause everything we do, we got a right to You criticize me? We despise you If what they say is true, we the baddest crew Im far from broke so why should I be mad at you? Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call em like I see em G Yall niggas sound like me Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now youre half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch! You must be out your mind, or you must be high Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy Nowhere near shy, see I make you cry The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby (Oh yeah, and by the way, you got one more day Or you got to pay, boo, you got something to say?) Yeah bring it on bitch, you aint strong bitch Thought youd be around long? Wrong bitch! Got nothing but love We turn to thugs Commence to lickin slugs, you aint gettin up More bags zippin up, graves dug, nigga what?! Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call em like I see em G Yall niggas sound like me Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now youre half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch! Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call em like I see em G Yall niggas sound like me Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now youre half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch!

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies Fuck that shit When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies Fuck that shit Tuve un sueño millonario y me levanté ansioso Estaba en la luna bajando un par de coso Haciendo negociacione y quemando par de bluntne Porque cuando muera quiero dejar má de dos mansione, ey Hacer dinero pa los nieto y mis sobrino Que descansen en paz El Oso, Atleta y Nino No me canso como Kobe, después pierdo par de millo Gorra e Yankee en la corona y lo hago por un castillo, sí Soy real y quizás yo no baile Pero mientras viva, siempre va a haber humo en el aire Esto es sin Auto-Tune, sin perreo a lo Luny Tune Bebé, soy un iPad y él es un Sung Yo vivo como si muera mañana, no sé tú La vida es solo una, él es un BSU Guantes negro, las caretas clear como Richard Hamilton Si esto fuera los Oscar, yo fuera Denzel Washington Esa diabla está moja y se va a venir Cuando me muera, pa la caja voa dejar cien mil Mi hijo va a ser millonario desde que esté en el vientre Me casé con el dinero y el poder pa siempre When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies Fuck that shit When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell It dont make sense , goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies Fuck that shit En el 92 nací, sentí lo que es vivir Por cosas de la vida es difícil sonreír ¿Por qué mi Dio está en el cielo y el diablo está aquí? ¿Por qué el amor en mi vida se tuvo que morir? Como El Gordo en la fea, me paso guerreando Conmigo mismo; prendo un blunt y me quedo pensando ¿Iré al abismo cuando muera o me iré volando? Toy esperando resultado y Milda estaba orando Voy pa la luna con Cristina y escuché el llamao Voa clavar el mundo, pregúntale a mi pasado Si huele a kush, es que por ahí anda Anuel Que firmó con la fama y se enamoró el poder Ustedes saben quiéne somo los de las Glopeta El de los ojos colorao, flow las flore violeta Siempre soñé ser millonario, no un Illuminati Yo quise ser cantante, nunca me creí John Gotti Mi corazón por el dinero, no me importa la fama We got them choppers como en Irak, Osama Enemigos con cojone, los blune por montone Igualan, muéranse chorro de cabrone When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies Fuck that shit When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies Fuck that shit Sigo en la luna, mami, estoy desconectao Me preguntan cuál es mi secreto , mejor me quedo callao Olvidarme de las consecuencia fue lo primero Un día entenderán cómo hacer dinero Los rango son pa los feo; chota, metiste la pata Es verdad que las culebra se comen a las rata Estamo en el 2012, no creemo en los vampiro Quemando flores violeta, mucho humo respiro Me están quemando el pecho, lo hecho ya está hecho On firel, pa que en la disco se prenda en fuego el techo Before I die, Ill be a boss, voice Rick Ross Mi amor, yo tengo poderes como El Mago de Oz Estoy on fire, dime Ghost Rider Suban los lighter, los de corazón negro En la luna grabando, sí, vestío de negro Te espero dentro e tu casa con Lean Vita de negro Jeje Los podere son de Anuel La doble A, jeje El cabrón este tiene un GRAMMY en la casa tirao La segunda A es de ambición, ¿oíte?

Yall niggas is a mess Thinking Im gon stop, giving LA props Aint no party like a West Coast party Cause a West Coast party dont stop When we party on the West Coast Drinkin and smokin all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah When the la-la hits ya, lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat cant fit you Either Im with ya or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya The maze is a daze, I blaze, I will amaze Smokin while youre loccin with some California As Me and B.I.G., what it is, get it in Sippin gin with the Hen in the alleyway Bangin the Cali way Talking to the rap inventor Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo S-N-double O-P, big D-O Old school nigga, 84 El Camino LBC know, we love Biggie though I.E.Y. in even Bernadino When we party on the West Coast Drinkin and smokin all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather Women and the weed - sticky green No seeds bitch please, Poppa aint soft Dead up in the hood, aint no love lost Yall know Im from the West, Im the king to be exact You better holla at me when you need that chronic sack I got it all, one call, no stall, on the ball Winter, spring, summer, fall Listen to me, holla at ya dogg Words of the clever, forever multiply Birds of a feather, preparin em to fly Perfection, selection This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection Ima spell my name one more time, check it Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Sipping on booze in the House of Blues, what it do! When we party on the West Coast Drinkin and smokin all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Party jumpin like hydraulics when we start it Aint no stoppin, they be puffin on that chronic On the West Coast We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Dont you wanna ride with me? Dont you wanna ride? People come and ride with me To the West Side Aint no party like a West Coast party Cause a West Coast party dont stop Dont you wanna ride with me? Dont you wanna ride? People come and ride with me To the West Side Aint no party like a West Coast party Cause a West Coast party dont stop On the West Coast, yeah Havin a party on the West Side Know you wanna ride with me Know you wanna ride

And weve waded through the suffering and pain The bitches ride the dick like the A-train Thats why I flip Keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dipped, take out of state trips Dont drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip Im a skipper, like a captain, rappin is my speciality And the best is me Youre lucky I dont run you over in the SUV And if you feel some kind of way you can S-M-D Me, Fizzy and the King, thats a special three Far as money, less you work, the less you see Put hands on em, they just wanna S-U-E You could never do what I can do unless you me Cause dog Im a low cat I bring that dope back No matter how they feel about me, just let em know that I got love for New York City, New York City And they got love for me and B-I-G They always gon hold us down We got that work in New York City Where they be talkin real fast, all about the cash New York City, New York City And weve waded through the suffering and pain The bitches ride the dick like the A-train Thats why I flip Keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dipped, take out of state trips Dont drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip Im a skipper, like a captain, rappin is my speciality And the best is me Remember me and you smokin in the Lexus Jeep And you schoolin me on how to bless these streets Told me to, Get your money, Kiss, F these beefs Get your paperwork right and you can catch these thieves The game is forever a part of me Cause as far as NYC, Im the main artery Nobody parallel or even half as smart as me You was just a draft pick, I was a lottery Its still love I got love for New York City, New York City And they got love for me and B-I-G They always gon hold us down We got that work in New York City Where they be talkin real fast, all about the cash New York City, New York City And weve waited through the suffering and pain B.I And bitches ride the dick like the A-train Fizzy And weve waited through the suffering and pain Jada And bitches ride the dick like the A-train We got that work And weve waited through the suffering and pain We made it And bitches ride the dick like the A-train Get off me And weve waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A-train We got that work, baby B.I.G NYC B.I.G Forever hold us down Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, Biggie Love yall B.I.G Yeah B.I.G

All its takin Is some marijuana and Im makin MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon Back spins to windmills. Whos 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 Im giving young minds statutory rape Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right? You didnt know the extra clips on my hip You dont want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E- Dont tempt me, you dont wanna fuck with M-E Here I am, Ill be damned if this aint some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit Its the low killer death trap, yes Im 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, Ill be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin Actin as if it cant happen You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin Yo Im from Shaolin, Island, and aint afraid to bust somethin So what cha want nigga, ya wont nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger Its real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin down your god damn door Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it , ya dont stop , keep on Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin niggas back in I.C.U Im lifted true, you can bring your wack-ass crew I got connections, Ill 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 Im not a gentle, man, Im a Method, Man! Baby accept it, utmost respect it and Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens Bitch 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 Wheres 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 Its the praying mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus I make it hot Nigga touch me you better bust me Tree times in the head Or motherfuckers dead, ya thought so Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it , ya dont stop , keep on Motherfucker uh Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it , ya dont stop , keep on

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas My Fulton Street niggas Dangerous MCs Uhh , uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi test? And the winner is, not that thinner kid Bandanas, tattoos, my fist never bruise Land still cruise, Frank White paid his dues Ask whos the raw, bet they say Poppa, very Look forward to me like commissary All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie Done did it, come with it, get your head splitted Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your shit it just aint got that loud Gold tooth shine like ta-dow Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead lead to dumpin IV to pumpin, youre 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 Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor, for cracked jaw Yes I rocked, your chatterbox Dangerous youre not, I gets down Twist your body round and round, upside down Is the love really there? Do a thug shed the same tear? Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon ball til the courts up here Dont give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here Is the love really there? Do a thug shed the same tear? Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon ball til the courts up here Dont give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here Uh, smoke a little then we cut coke a little And we skim a little off of the top Taking you back when niggas use to snort coke And toast through the hood and cry up to Be the richest folk to float through the hood Niggas doin real good, it was evident in the testament Was coke flow was good when Ronald Reagan was president The say no to drugs slogan growing greatly irrelevant Niggas gettin caught with bricks but still reaching the settlement Niggas a get a one to three and come home in twelve months Run up and take a niggas shit and eave em with twelve lumps Ive never been so willin to put the thoughts of mo killin Into manufacturing a flow so bone chillin Icy with a pistol, nigga Shit glitter like ballroom chandelier, crystal, nigga Stack money as we live life simple In the corner of the club sippin on a Harveys Bristol, nigga Cmon, modern day gangsta shit And die slow as we give you niggas cancer shit, cmon Is the love really there? Do a thug shed the same tear? Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon ball til the courts up here Dont give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here Is the love really there? Do a thug shed the same tear? Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon ball til the courts up here Dont give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here What you know about a nigga murder, I got no chemical Than courts in Miami water got shit federal Time for that ass, I rather go to Little Haiti Buy some bricks and then stash it Head back north, cross 8 line to become the boss Enforce the Laws, You want some motherfuckin wholesale, keep it steppin No discount, player, no fuckin credit No shorts, I came to govern the laws And you paying the price so you dying by the sword You had a devil smokin with them rebels We kill for money and power Extortionin my own hood and that shits power A black man crime call em a coward A black man with knowledge we kill em tomorrow Its sickenin, thats how our people live We disrespect our elders and curse our Church Members

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The weak or the strong, who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers Hail Mary, full of grace Smack the bitch in the face, take her Gucci bag And the North Face off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? Im out like The Vapors Whos the one you call Mr. Macho The head honcho, swift fist like Camacho I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics Make up to break up Niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She dont remember shit, just the two hits Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick And your moms aint ugly, love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was humping around and jumping around Jacked her then I asked her, Whos the man? She said, B-I-G Then I bust in her E-Y-E 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, Im making hits, no time for the crack rock and shit Took it to another level Now Im 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 its me Hoes, I thought you know Im smooth as a babys 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 cant understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah, yall, 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, Im stupid? My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep, huh, yo, Big, youre dead wrong

Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G Lets go Niggas in my faction dont like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Mannys Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease Muah!, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four, and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Leer Yes my dear shits official, only the Feds I fear Heres a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying So dont you get suspicious Im Big dangerous youre just a Likkle Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success, escalator style Hold yall breath, I told yall, death controls yall Big dont fold yall, I spit phrases thatll thrill you, Youre nobody till somebody kills you Do you know where youre 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 youre 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 Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows My back dont bend, see papi is my kenfolk Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke Trust me they cant 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 grandmas buttons, On the flipside, the steel Im gripping You thought all the floss had me slipping? Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing Lead give permanent concussion, youre nothing Do you know where youre 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 youre 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 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 Im 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 Its the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S You dont wanna try nigga, you next uhh Biggie Duets... Born Again... Life After Death... Legacy lives on..and on, and on These motherfuckers still cant see you BIG Shit you aint even here.. Motherfuckers better step their game up.. Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time! Motherfuckers...

Don Mariah Oh Mariah Carey I aint even mad, no, not like befo Off with your head, now slither out the door Snakes in the grass, its time to cut the lawn Ed Scissorhands, AKA I cut you off You aint gonna lie to my face no mo Hit me with, Im sorry, but Im sorry Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Get me Ed Shapiro on the phone Case closed You shoulda known that its bigger than you Youll never know what I already knew After everything I already been through I cant waste no time, pay no tention to you I said no No, no, no, a no-no No, no, thats a no-no No, no, I said no-no No, no You came so close, you just dont know Irregardless of what transpired It aint even worthy of a slick reply Even if I was the last woman alive I would be like Ginger, you aint Gilligan I really dont care, Im in love with the island Rockin Dior cause it goes with my diamonds Got a pink gown Custom by Alaia Ill be on stage when the stadium light up You shoulda known that its bigger than you Youll never know what I already knew After everything I already been through I cant waste no time, pay no tention to you I said no No, no, no, a no-no No, no, thats a no-no No, no, I said no-no I said— To be honest, I aint never been a clown Kept my legs closed, I aint never been about So I dont understand why you got yo tongue on my name Most bitches talk shit, then get punched in the face The names Don And they dont call me that for nothin Fear aint in my blood, I aint scared of nothin I take the trash out Brothers wan play me, I blow they back out I aint with the he say, she say, get the strap out Got the bloodclaat and my tribe Burn down ya house like Lisa, Left Eye A-A-Aint no nigga left, ayy Its plain and simple, they addicted to me I keep it ghetto, then I flip it like a perro in heat If you got money, then youd betta put ya money on me Its M.O.B, money over bum niggas and D All you see, you aint pressing me, you never get the best of me Chanel Coco, keep these nigga bitches bailin me They like my posts on the gram, but they envy me Snatchin bitches crimes, committin felonies I said no A no-no, no-no Thats a no-no, no-no I said no-no No-no, no Hes a slut, hes a ho, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Hes a slut, hes a ho, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Hes a slut, hes a ho, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Hes a slut, hes a ho, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week I said no, a no-no I said no-no Thats a no-no No, no, I said no-no No I said no No No, I said no, no Parlez-vous français? I said non Lemme translate it, I said no I can say it en español No Portuguese for you não Japanese for you I said it I said no Haha, I think, I think that was it Yep

New York to Chi Perfect combination Kells, Biggie You see, I dont sweat these hoes I keep em in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds Bitches just like to play the merry-go 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 Gees obsolete Dont sleep! Banged the skins in a week On the creep up the avenue I seen her on the block, who she rappin to? Thats my nigga Dee, damn he got Gee Now she fuckin him and fuckin me, see Mi casa, you casa I aint lookin for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya 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 You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing Baby baby, cant you see? We gon fuck until six in the mornin Now I play her far like a moon play a star She still sweat me hard cause Im 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 shouldve used her intuition Then she wouldnt be classified in that position, listen Shes sayin I dissed her cause Im 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 Im glad I aint spend no cash to hit yo nasty ass Red bows, stilettos do please Hit fellas to show off yo booty Im hangin wit the best of them, sweet If you wanna, Im a veteran When I show up to the club, its V-I-P When they dressin in the club if its B.I.G. Im not lookin to find a wife Just someone to make a friend of mine Mi casa, you casa I aint lookin for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya 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 You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing Baby baby, cant you see? We gon fuck until six in the mornin I roll up, the black Impala Im 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 dont 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 Mi casa, you casa I aint lookin for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya 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 You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing Baby baby, cant you see? We gon fuck until six in the mornin

What Juicy say? He be like Shut the fuck up! Yeah, yeah, hahaha King I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils Dont understand my decisions so I dont need your approval Im a motherfuckin villain just like you see in the movie But Im still a motherfuckin hero, stay lowkey like casino In the weave of the cee-lo, pocket full of them C-notes Backwood full of that primo, bad bitches drinkin on Pino And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it With bitches thick as Serena, lick it, yssup dna nisep I see the line between em, man, they aint actin a genius Fill up arenas, promoters, we take thеy ass to a cleaners Two decadеs straight, a hundred shows, a hundred K at the gate A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me On the road to riches and diamond rings Where real niggas move things on private planes I said you lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass Lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat Shinnin like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach Prey on the weak? Never, Ima find a way to stay on my feet Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll Man, I been beefin with my daughter, man, Im dealin with shit And a lot of my niggas contemplatin, goin killin some shit I put my bitch out like Im Martin, in my feelings and shit Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million legit, okay On the road to riches and diamond rings Where real niggas move things on a private plane And you know I was trappin, workin at an early age Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway, blowin big gas Lookin for me, I been suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin business And drama, we aint goin back and forth bout the riff raff Nigga talkin, nigga big cap, I wont listen to em They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the ransom for em Aint never been a pawn, always been a king And I aint never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck em On the road to riches and diamond rings Where real, niggas move things on private planes I said you lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass Lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat Shinnin like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach Prey on the weak? Never, Ima find a way to stay on my feet Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll

Notorious is glorious in the sack, hit skins from the back Put my thumb up in the ass crack Brooklyn freaky nigga with the most stuff I’m Jesus pops, Mary just blame Joseph You should see her drink the semen, she suck a mean one Leaving them three apostles scheming, see when, BIG fuck a bitch BIG duck a bitch quick fast Dick to ass, don’t hesitate to split fast You know what’s up, here’s a quarter and a buck My steps is kinda creaky, try not to wake my moms up Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty Thats why nut is drippin all over your body! You know what’s up! B.R. and B.I. get cream, people always sayin’ what the hell does that mean? Bitches always see me and they can’t understand how I once a little boy and became a man Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches You’re dippin your hand in the grab bag Stopping and than I drop it, and pop em, dig up all in your ass bag She giving me head all up in the back of the damn cab The meter running hoping shawty paying the damn tab She how the ass drag This shit big, thats why we fuck em New York all the way down to Baghdad Stabbing the pussy and jabbing like I’m Zab Judah And plummet her pussy with plungers like I’m Roto Rooter Beat the pussy til the shit flab And wear it out til it swole and the coochie smelling like king crab This type of dick is something this bitch never had And make her swollow the dick til the bitch gag Get mad, chick grabbing all over my jonhson, Charles Bronson Big slab of meat, hungry and fresh of a monthly so she had to eat Throwing me the ass and we aint even have to speak

I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus Im iller than most, sick with it, feeling the dose In a butter soft leather but Im still with the toast Toast to bros, you know the millions is close Feel the ghost of Notorious, tell me who the naughtiest She get live like an audience I do what I do, no need to state the obvious Poli with girls with bodies, uh Poli in hotel lobbies Light a J, its just me and Marley, look at the poster Do what I supposed to for the culture Early b-boy, down with d-boys, build and destroy My pride and joy is my daughter named Omoye Ye, thats my nigga from back in the day All that whoop-de-wah-whoop, man fuck what they say Played the lotto for my gram with a bottle in hand Lay it down for the world, for Chicago I stand, and I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus Yeah, yeah, they like that, I write raps from on top of the world Popular girls always wanna pop in my world I pop out in the boroughs and go to L.A. to get hay In the middle of the barn with a princess I laid Yo, this type of shit happens every um, once in a while You know I wont front with the style Bring life to the party like a woman and child From the land of the humble and proud, summers is wild Ah! Made the unmade-able Ah! Go to parties Im paid to go Me and cuzzo talked the hustle About doing good business like Rick and Russell You I know I guzzle red wine till its bed time On my paper like headlines, she want the head shine ery time My time, the streets is watching like a Rollie Do it for the hometown and the homies, uh I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus I just, speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, my piece, Jesus Packing, my piece, Jesus

Ummm, one of the most talked about parts of your life, your relationship with faith. How are things? I mean, We aint together no more, she just had a baby from me, we cool though, we tight Its that Faith Evans right here Biggie Smalls, hey Faith you ready? You ready? Venue after venue, I been through Come up to the telly so i could bend you Send you to the store, condoms and more Jealous females call you sluts and whores Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show I laced the beat, you locked the flow Could it be my hardcore metaphor Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor Open up the Lex door Jump on in, Im kind of tired Im a roll blunts while you spin You twist up while I whip the bourbon You teach me while Im steady learning like You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death She looking for a man, honey he just left And I knew.. I knew from the very first moment That you were a king fit just for a queen And I can tell from day one you were for me Who know that this love be the legacy And Im so happy to say that I know you My whole life was changed instantly And I was willing to play my position, yeah When you made my wife to be You are here by my side Through all the changes Weve been through everything So far from strangers You more like my best friend My perfect angel I rock you till the end I love you till the end I knew from the very first moment That you were a king fit just for a queen And I can tell from day one you were for me Who know that this love be the legacy Grand Marnier increase the don strength Two four-fifths within my arms length With a calm breath I say we gots 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 I invite those girls that smoke lye Keep it real with you You keep it real with I We be tight like frogs ass Have you screaming Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance I knew from the very first moment That you were a king fit just for a queen And I can tell from day one you were for me Who know that this love be the legacy You are here by my side Through all the changes Weve been through everything So far from strangers You more like my best friend My perfect angel I rock you till the end I love you till the end Sometimes I get caught up imagining The way things could’ve been And there’s no way that we can press rewind We can’t go back we can’t turn back the time No, no oh we can’t turn it We can’t turn back the time We can’t turn back the time You know, we gunna always be together ‘cause you know, we got a little story together

Every day and night I pray Love will swing you back this way Life without you here with me Aint the same without you G Baby, hear me, I never meant to hurt you Baby, come and talk to me Let me know whats on your mind Every time I see you Youre running from me all the time Baby, hear me, I never meant to hurt you I only wanted you You to be, be happy You to have the best of things You to be, down with me, baby Cause your loving is so good Giving me the run-around Thought our love was going down Baby, dont you know that Im down until the day I die? Baby, hear me, never meant to hurt you Girl, you know Id never do anything to hurt you Cause baby, I love you Every night and day I pray your love returns Oh, Id give my life if it would only make you happy Sitting, reminiscing on when you started dissing Spitting in faces in public places Rolex with wood faces had you tripping for months Made some dough, did some shows, now youre starting to front Smoking blunts on the veranda with Amanda Shes filling your head with, He said, she said Poppa doing this, Poppa doing that But dont tell him I said it, cause my Jeep might get wetted Forget it, go on take her word like the Koran Yall stay friends, I stay in smoke-filled Benzes I regret putting you on to baguettes Honeysuckle sips, Vickie Secret pajama sets You was a Reebok vandal, now you wear Chanel sandals I made you, why would I play you? Think about it while in the streets you roam Its Dom Ps and Christies in the fridge when you get home You to be, be happy You to have the best of things You to be, down with me, baby Cause your loving is so good Every day and night I pray Love will swing you back this way Life without you here with me Aint the same without you G You to be, be happy You to have the best of things You to be, down with me, baby Cause your loving is so good

I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den I was rhyming against a nigga twice my age but I was fire then Before you, Yung III, Cortez even Rich Dolarz I was the first young nigga melting niggas I gave yall motivation So if this ass whooping you taking Is your way of showing your token of appreciation For me helping niggas than the pleasure is all mine, youre welcome nigga Now you from Queens right? So why you aint stay over there and get it started nigga Why you had to come all the way over here for a father figure All that motivation I gave you The only thing you grasped was to go into Clips? That go to show this ass kicking aint gon bother nigga Cause its right back where you started nigga, being a son of a Harlem nigga Now you was made by something that goes inside a gun Clips, gun alright so its semi automatic that you supposed to have ammo and spit all crazy But when that clip holding you back its like you revolve with your shit on safety You might as well of wanted the Lux Cause now when you got heat its like you still aint Loaded Cause the shit that control you dont even got a shot So hows the aim to shoot for DNA when Clips aint even blowing? When Rex had Math you wasnt even in my class then But then I got booked which equaled up to my absence That was an addition to your buzz but now Im bout to subtract it So simplifying you equivalent to a fraction DNA, Dumb Nigga Acting Doctors Kneeling Around Hell be Dying Needing Attention when Dem Niggas Attacking He Dont Need Aim cause Ds Never Accurate With Dumb Niggas Around like you should spit that shit back remember Cortez did that shit? That was just a target so I take a shot at it Now we go backwards you aint sick you Magic It aint no AIDS in DNA hoping for a head crack Its only an Ace in D Spitting monkey bars like they got a lil Ape in D You get banana scarred and you gotta use A-N-D Ill have a shell hanging from his head like A Nigga Dread So DNA backwards is just Another Nigga Dead Your grandfather wasnt a kills, he was one of them fiends Your daddy wasnt even a shooter he used to run from them beams When your tooth got knocked out your brother aint even come with that thing So how Im supposed to believe you carry guns DNA? When you aint even have none in your jeans/genes? Me? I got a tool chest I move Tecs grip the 4 Contemplate should I go fire escape or should I get the door Power shutters out catch it before it hit the floor And Rex right beside me yelling out Give em more! Go ahead nigga say it with your chest why you whispering Hum the wrong tune make me pull out them instruments I put a nigga under good car when I fire ten Fucking with my bass I get it drumming with a nine then Get ate if them bands aint straight when that time end In other words you pull them strings it get violent Thats only round one its getting hot in here Yall know that nigga slogan NO! Get his hat the fuck outta here, get his raps the fuck outta here! Got that tooth fixed? Nigga get that cap the fuck outta here That dirty hoodie you wear at every fucking battle Get that the fuck outta here ZIP EM UP! I said the definition of Shine: A quality of brightness that reflects light Its funny your name Shine but in this battle Im a show you choosing that just aint bright For instance why recruit more Dots when you got a gang right here? You already in other niggas shadow so that decision aint quite clear I mean Real Deal and Tay Roc support you he Im guessing they might care But how can son shine without having Daylyt here? You feel that thats karma lets let the lesson start You better dash or get hit with this semi thatll knock out a colon and rip your chest apart Come to think of it I shouldnt even let the weapon spark When I could just hook on the Dot like a question mark And speaking of questions How you did a year and a half in a max for some crack? Than you did three days in a half and then that fast you came back? Im starting to think you dont serve your full time in jail cause you scared of them killers thats reckless So Im just trying to figure out how you a Dot but cant finish your sentence See most niggas wanna see Shine glisten and see Shine glow But how the fuck we suppose to have K-Shine When we already had a Shyne Po You battled John John and stole from John John So its no spot that this kid owns But now it makes sense why you named yourself Shine Cause both you niggas are big clones But see lines like that be getting to K like his teeth rotten But when that heat popping itll have your body over there And your brains over here like you eavesdropping See thats word play Thats something you dont have and thats the problem nigga Do the Math we not equal in this equation, Im a solve it nigga You said I dont have Queens shooters, heh Now Im loading up that revolver nigga Cause Im a Queens nigga but be on every Ave like a Harlem nigga Now lets start on Paladino cause Im a leave your neck on the curb In this battle you wont win the first second or third Its no need to park when I pull up in that Lex in tint You get your shit splattered now they all gon be mad at son When they see this fif after Like Malcolm youll get Xd when I spray Tecs And like Clayton Ill point at him and give him the 8 next You a saint, yall dont know what a Nickel is So of course you see your niggas die So once I aim at your broad way/Broadway Theyll find your bodies floating on Riverside But I see you a loud nigga K and you like to talk a lot Well this 9 millimeter here should make all the talking stop Yall gon think I adopted him once I left off the Glock Cause Im a dump bullets off in this kid cause I was forced to pop See every punch is hard thats how they know Im hot with the rhymes But its several other reasons why I got the spot over Shine I battled six times last year, which shows that you not on your grind So a lowercase letters the only way youll see this dot over I Now after this yall all gon say my raps is hot And clearly I showed yall how to take away half the dots Your man Mickey keep running his mouth like I wont grab the Glock And have to cap facts like a Snapple top I bought the team with me, racks is in 350 That 9 and the Glock will put Shine/Shyne in a box, Im P. Diddy Its round 1 its getting hot in here And SOB yall know my slogan As far as DNA I hate your fucking style, I hate your fucking hairline I hate your fucking smile I hate that fucking Mexican thats always in your shadow And I hate that fucking hoodie you wear to every fucking battle Now it aint no mystery That you are one of the dirtiest niggas in battle rap history But you a cool nigga I mean even in Cali it felt like we was on the same team So I do what a cool dude would do Instead of washing you up Im a help you stay clean Ever since you got that tooth fixed you been trying to floss But nigga if I get that tooth picked youll be riding off I make sure you never have no plaque when Im holding you down I send you to that cold gate with that Scope in your mouth Now lets get to them arms, cause thats a must No now lets to them arms cause thats a musk As far as heat, you wouldnt find a Degrees that could match with us You prey on a week bitch and try to get her Speed Stick But use shit that bitches use and that is no Secret You know you not a Right Guard, you dont come for the Queen Your bars is never right god, you under the wing So if we ever go arms, its the pits nigga I send him 10 For stinking you go in that box Thats what I put D odor in My white boy...I said what yall dont like them bars? I say fuck it yall dont like them bars Im getting somebody wash No if yall dont like them bars than fuck it Ill get some body wash My white boy get them cannons from Ireland When he palm the thing, see through on top of the barrel You seat Irish Spring, rubber grips surrounding the trigger Handles now chrome, bang have your life line sounding like a Dial tone You got a girl? Leave her 2000 Im tucking that I have no problem spraying the can, I love the Axe Where to put him? Oh, lay where the bugs at Cause now he like soap He come in that box closed cause inside is where the Doves at Whats that a clean mouth clean arms, clean skin We aint gon call this battle a murder, its a clean win nigga Nigga thats beam mouth, beam arm, beam skin Chest shot he on the floor trying to get some clean wind Nigga thats beam mouth, beam arm, beam skin You know a nigga clean when the bullets running through the air so fast They get clean wind What you gon do? Rap about a fight I had with a nigga that by me? And I bit him back Well talk about how it was 20 niggas there and I didnt run nigga,I stood and scrapped So if you wanna talk about something nigga lets talk about facts Cause you dont run when you fight either So I doubt youll run when its a shootout Nah Im being for real yall Cause we all letting the truth out Cause he stood right there on the floor When T-Bo knocked yo fucking tooth out What he think Im a do if he try me? Im taking the whole new route That s brain particles all over his shoulders His arms and his legs laid next to a stroller Guts on a love seat right next to the sofa His face dead smack on the.... Oh my god, they gon think a promoter let them weapons here Cause all you see is DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA Nigga Im putting DNA everywhere! Im in shape like Rocky when he boxed with Apollo If he dies he dies, I got the conscience of Drago Head shot, life support, if he try to survive though I creep through the hospital and pull the cord on him I give him that macho Camacho When you battled Eurgh I see Erics confused Cause you not a shoot I see Eric talk tools But if its ER I see that Erics a fool Have you and a doctor I see Eric in 2s In an E.R. I see when I split Eric in 2 Thats round 2 its getting hot in here, yall know that niggas slogan NO! Get his hat the fuck outta here! Get his tracks the fuck outta here! Get them weak ass boring ass raps the fuck outta here! You got that tooth fixed? Nigga get that cap the fuck outta here! That dirty hoodie that you wear to every fucking battle Get that the fuck outta here! ZIP EM UP! Having a grown man fondle your ass is something you had to deal with No matter how many times you lie in your rhymes It happened and thats real shit If a nigga wouldve grabbed my ass, Id a smacked his hand real quick But you just scream, ZIP EM UP! and act like you aint feel shit You got your ass grabbed And it looked like you and your man was ready to take turns After that you shouldve moved to the Lou and got you a straight perm You got your ass grabbed by your Hitman, ewww, say word But now it makes sense cause in the dictionary Shine is a verb Now I know some niggas get they ass grabbed And dont be playing nothing But at Summer Madness 2 You got your ass grabbed and wasnt even saying nothing Now you get accused of being a gay nigga by a gay nigga? Thats just some shit we cant mess with K But since you claim you a baller, Im a school him using the NBA Lets say your squad play tough like they all for it Thats only gon make me bring a sub in like Jamal Crawford So if your man Tay try to play, he gon get hit with a clip about this tall And yall gon see Roc get thrown in the alley like Chris Paul So you better have a better defender when that 8 spittin This long nose aint Pippen, and even if you had Clips your 4 would jam like Blake Griffin So lets talk about it in another way Forget the NBA, Im a kill em with the NCAA If you and your bitch after St. John, I get that scope and aim Since I spot her I put bullets through her temple since I know the dame You tried to take a flight to Cali cause you knew that this shit wasnt okay Before you see LA Im a make sure you and your folks lay All you gon see is people yell cause when I shoot Im a be leaving no strays Cause these cans is for Duke and everybody flying in that coach K You know what, fuck it I just aim at his knee And make em kneel after I stab him with the knife You might have the knowledge to know what happened But thats only if he survive through the night If you owe me a knick, I be at your door I dont gotta turn a knob all I gotta do is knock As soon as he open hell be greeted with ten knuckles And have a face full of knots Knowledge, knight, knee, kneel, , knife, damn Im wilding today Cause them last words I used show you how to silence a K Now your bitch is a money whore All I gotta do is dial her up and she got me Henny Made a quick flip so after that she figured that I cop her pennies All I gave her was a nickel bag fucked his dime And I was all up in her back and when she gave me head I aint have to tell cause he caught her in the act Now speaking of money All it takes is a couple of hundreds to replace you I mean its simple my nigga, thats what money and the fame do I got Blade like Wesley but Im coming with an 8 too Cause these bullets is like Jungle Fever, I send a couple and erase you Now Im a teach him the way it works Cause nigga you been cursed on this earth since your date of birth If you dont want war to break than start rolling with gorillas You get more kicks than a pregnant lady and be holding on your niggas These bullets is like a woman in labor when I unload them on a nigga Cause once I start showing, they all going in her liver Now l just killed K-Shine and his motherfucking shadow Yall gon see him under dirt or some motherfucking gravel He wont be able to walk, move, or motherfucking travel And Im a show up to your funeral in that same fucking hoodie I wear every fucking battle! You make the worst life decisions, for instance Why the fuck do you throw up every time you in front of a good crowd? Why do all of your close battles turn into 8 Mile? Your palms be sweaty, knees weeks, arms be heavy Vomit on that sweater already, Charlies spaghetti Hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs but it get Osama deadly So when you say you a killa, I believe it cause you show the world That you are a hit man, another nigga calling Earl You make the worst life... nah fuck all that Reading them tweets and them blogs became extremely upsetting Yall saying with DNAs intellect and K-Shine aggression It can go ether direction? Now either that was an insult to my intelligence Or yalldont know the difference between a beast and a peasant But being that we using DNA its only right I take a scientific method and teach yall a lesson Give me a second... Now yall probably wondering why l bring all this to the center stage Cause if yall dont understand a human body All you gotta do is breakdown DNA You aint got a tough joint connected to your fucking bones You lost to X that s why I see bitch when the chrome is on A sperm cell from Charlie, but if hes the heart That mean that blood that pump through your veins Aint thick enough to hold its own So every time you spit they bring organs center stage If yall wanna understand a human body All you gotta do is breakdown DNA Wait, now lets go these bars so yall could feel this If yall aint familiar with this, this a double helix Its the same setup that this nigga use with his lyrics But Im a show you how to take this DNA with this DNA and compare it You use one solid bar and try to make it a setup Than use words that coincide to make it look better Than and it with a wavy line so yall think that he clever But I dont know how he fucking yall head up When Ds just like the setup A double helix Two wavy lines with little bars in between that keep em together If yall wanna know why I brung all this to the center stage If yall dont understand a human body All you gotta do H breakdown DNA Now everyones familiar with a cell is right? We all know the human body was processed from this cell, sperm cell Which gave us life, right? Which is also DNA, but I dont think thats bright Cause ironically DNA has never been in a cell in his life Have you ever seen a cell? Have you ever made a sale? Have you ever been in a cell? No Thats what lead us back to this chart Cause these are blood cells they travel through your veins To give that little shit in your chest a spark If you lack these that mean you never had a beat from the start So a cell is not an option all your beats are for bars Cause DNA can never live in a cell if you aint got no heart nigga If yall wanna know why I brung all this to the center stage If yall dont understand a human body All you gotta do is breakdown DNA Now an Atom is the reason why a human energy is possible Two more atoms together creates a molecule All your energy comes from a nigga holding you down So your energys on top of you Lets see where all your energy goes when them real clips is inside of you So if yall wanna know why I brought all this to the center stage If yall dont understand a human body All you gotta do is breakdown DNA No before I leave this segment Im a leave a grade on how a human gets body Its only right we give D and A Now yall see why l grabbed this shit? Alright now class dismissed Now look, what Fab say? I wipe all my tears before I put on my gloves Cause it hurt when you gotta kill a nigga you love? Well I want you to know how I feel since Im in that position I feel like Nino Brown, nigga, minus all of the snitching G money, we couldve been getting lump sums of bread You let one of yo bitches that Im dicking fuck with yo head Now instead of getting work, you getting worked Getting fucked up instead You mean to tell me that measley bitch creeping is the reason our whole operation dead? Instead of expressing your feelings you give your dawgs up to the Feds? Thats why when you say Am I my brothers keeper? I look you square in your eyes nigga and say YES I AM! And give you one to the head And Clips you condone this shit? We was supposed to be like brothers We made this carter look good We was holding down each other You let another nigga infiltrate He end up being undercover Now everybody going down, this shit bigger than Nino Brown And Conceited, I never liked you anyway, pretty motherfucker That chopper like a psychic, it be getting my palms read You caught that? That chopper like a psychic, it be getting my palms red I send that nigga right to the light if Con Ed I got a long clip that be hanging like Itll be like Eric said a line , Conceited didnt get the bar said I have DNA going right over Con head ZIP EM UP!!!! Now in that last round you tried to breakdown my body And I admit you let your heater spray too But how can you compare a whole round to something When you about human too and you got DNA too So I cant even dap him up or give him props or respect him Cause how we know you got body parts But I wont speak about cause niggas already touched your rectum Now round 1 I told yall the definition of Shine Was a quality of brightness that reflects light This round Im a indicate every way possible Why him choosing that name just aint bright For instance, when you battled John John You spit a whole round about him biting people Like you aint have a fight outside with Joe Light and was biting people He said You wanna battle me Shine? you said No He said Who you getting loud with Shine? You said Yo After that you aint look like Iron Mike You showed your true colors when it was time to fight Cause even though you got ultra violent We all saw the outcome between Shine and Light Now how the fuck is Shine bright when this stupid nigga got rhymes like You told Passwurdz that 2Pac was only known for being well paid But the only thing that he was really known for Was for being born and dying in LA First off 2Pac died in Vegas, thats your number one problem nigga And 2: he was born in your borough Thats howl know you not a Harlem nigga So how the fuck is Shine bright when this stupid nigga got rhymes like You told John John Its bets off if you think that Don King Now that was cool but before that you said a odd thing Cause you told John John you let your palm spring Exactly how do you let your palm spring? I guess that means you can winter a neck or summer a lead I find that odd yall, but since you using seasons When I shoot make your arm fall Now the fuck is Shin... you know what, lets get into some different stuff At Summer Madness 2 we witnessed 2,000 people see another nigga grip your butt After that you was fuckin with trannies On being straight we started giving up And on top of that your man slogan is Zip Em Up Now either Im buggin or mothafuckas is trippin But now you got me curious to know what the fuck you zipping? You just another 5 foot nigga with a death wish Sawed off Shotty but shit aint shooting out bread sticks I break every bone in your foot you try to give me that easy dead kick So that when you slide up like a dancer well all see your leg twitch First Dot Mob was lookin shaky, now Zip Em Up lookin desperate Where the fuck you find your soldiers at Shine? Look like you got off Craigslist I catch yall while yall at a party, load up, let my tec spit And give a dip to everybody thats on line, nigga Im Netflix And when I shoot you better hope that them shells miss you But how you a Blood but dont rep it? Let me 2-12 with you In the streets you dont got a ratchet, you dont hold niggas guns When its beef you dont fight, we never seen you fold niggas once In jail you used to wash niggas socks and owe niggas funds So it makes sense why you Blood, cause out of 32 niggas you owe 31 Now Im loading up in Jersey with an old dirty gun And since Red Blood too I give 0 31 Than after that I clip his dreads Bullets ricocheted off his ear than hit his head Now yall probably wondering why Im mixing Shine and 0 together Not cause them niggas dead Im just showing yall after I kill a Dot I got it in for Red And if Roc owe me a rock thatll get you killed So you better have my cake doe Cause once I start shootin all you niggas better lay low You gon see, if I see this cat fishing Im a let my 8 go So just think Notre Dame cause Im a get this man tied if Tay owe Plus l feel like Lebron cause Im good with the Heat My credibility perfect everywhere nigga, Im good in these streets Third round Im cookin him nigga Shine looking deceased But Don Demarco I feel like Freeway, so put on a beat Round 3, yeah its getting hot in here Yall know my slogan Round 3, yeah its getting hot in here Yall know my slogan First I murder Roc, just got rid of Tay Tay Kill em in the morning, Im a show you how to break Day No scope, no chopper, you dont even need an AK Just a big ass Streetsweeper to get K slayed Fuck it, now l see Im who you idolize Deaths been set and your funerals been finalized Fam gon get em a wake with this iron 9 Now your people mourning See your soul rising shine So nigga rise and shine, Im in my best day Never could you see me in the swing Im in my best place Scope 4-5 and the 9 with the best aim RIP to BIG cause he dying on his death date Ready for mine, steady with 9s, heavy with rhymes Gave him a warning now he ready to die Great with respect, signing them checks That 9 and that Who Shot Ya, now you seeing Life After Death And Im a Roc A Fella, and hell nah I aint with Roc-A-Fella He gon rock now but Im gon rock forever I give this nigga some hot shit like Dr. Pepper And I just killed him on beat and Acappella

+ Uh Come on It goes B to the I to the G so proper Missy and Big Poppa Call us chief knockers 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, youre drugs baby Dont you know Im the ultimate? To get this nookie, be fortunate Just like tastin pussy with pork in it People stop when Im walkin in, Im twist-in twistin em Back on ten, Im talkin bout like when Mase come back again My skis is immaculate, my paper stackin keep trackin Im mackin yo slackin, reaction makes yall dicks grin Im mo better than gold diggers with figures Mo bigger than Jiggas and even Paris Hiltons Damn sir, sniff me like the coke, three lines Me wont 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 wont give you none Sent amilia, all you wanna do is sniff me The ultimate rush, the drugs baby [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, thats what your friends say Me and my friends got your Benz, attractin mens And spendin dividends, blowin like the wind So I guess you think Im slippin cause I aint flippin Baby, Im Big Poppa, aint no need to be trippin I aint trippin nor flippin, Im just liquor sippin At the bar, tippin wit your money, can you pay the difference? It seems like its a waste of time, thats why I wrote the rhyme I hear you jump in every car, except for mines Nigga, I dont jump in cars, Im 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 dont 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 aint got enough dough to pay me You know the pin number, just page me when you will baby

Verse 1: 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, Im more ruthless, huh Leave you toothless, youll kibbitz, Ill flip it Tears dont affect me, I hit em with the TEC Gs disrespect me, my potency is deadly Im shootin 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 dont get down like that Verse 2: 2pac Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx And I, You really dont want none from Pac Cause Ill be strapped wit a Glock And throw thangs like Im born to box Ill hit this motherfuckin gin then Ill be all in Hell yeah, Young niggas straight ballin And everybody wants to see if Im a g weighin 165 And Im high til I fuckin die Busta Rhymes : OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggas, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho Verse 3: 2pac Walkin through the cemetery, talkin to my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me dead, I aint worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears I see bodies gettin splashed, with acid 2 shots rang from the plastic Glock, wrapped in plastic Buried the bastard, time to notify His family, sheeit, aint nothing left to be identified Evacuate the crime scene fast Why, I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass Why, I wont touch down til I see Tijuana Set up shop selling them crooked cops marijuana Label me a success, I made the switch Retired from the life that never gave me shit But cash that I couldnt spend, countless cars An addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star Busta Rhymes: OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggas, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho Verse 4: 2pac Just holla my name And witness game official Niggas is so shame They stare stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox Gone my block Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop I hit the weed And hope to god I can fly high Witness my enemies Die when I ride by They shouldnta tried me Send they bodies to they parents up north With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons Fuck a trick, get me rich n the bitchesll come Bust ma gun make em all scatta Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta Eat her dead bee-yatch Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried Thats a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Busta Rhymes : OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggas, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

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

{Korn electric guitar plays until 0:33} What you expected from his next of kin Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin The lesson from the Smith 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 + Im here, Im watching you Love, the flesh, my bloods pourin through This, can be, reality Wake, up, my dead face I see My dead face I see, my dead face I SEE!! {Korn electric guitar w/ indistinct shouting} On your mark, get set, when I spark youre wet Look how dark it get when youre marked wit death Should I, start your breath or should I let you die If he start to cry, ask why? Lyrically, Im worshipped, dont front, the words sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit You herbs get, stomped quickly for raw Ts and show money Dont forget the publishin, Im punishin Im done wit them, son Im 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 thats 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 Ima.. + I am here, Im watching you Love, the flesh, my bloods pourin through This, can be, reality Wake, up, my dead face I see My dead face I see , my dead face I SEE!! {Korn electric guitar w/ rock-n-roll singing til end} When I see you Ima.. when I see you Ima..

When I die.. Thats what I was...I wasnt killing myself shit Fuck,if I was gay,I wouldnt have to worry about nothin I could just lay up,and be in heaven when I die When I die,fuck it,I wanna go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit,it aint hard to fucking tell It dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies Dressed in white,I like black Timbs and black hoodies Godll prolly have me on some real strict shit No sleeping all day,no getting my dick licked Hanging with the goodie goodies Loungin in paradise,fuck that shit I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life Ive 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 dont 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 for my lies I wasnt even like How am I feeling right now?I feel like killing myself ....It wasnt like that,I was just thinking like Damn,stressed up in the same fucking room My baby mothers 8 months,my little sisters 2 Whos 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 beds,completely red Im glad Im dead,a worthless fucking Buddha head The stress is building up,I cant I cant believe suicides on my fucking mind,I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin calling me Nah,you wouldnt understand.. You see its kinda like what crack did to Pookie In New Jack,except when I cross over, There aint 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 Im gone She knew me and her sister had something going on I reached my peak,I cant speak Call my nigga Chic,tell him that my will is weak Im sick of niggas lying,Im sick of bitches hawkin Matter fact,Im sick of talking 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,cant make this shit up This mofucka look in the back seat and was like Oh shit,B.I.G!Lemme get a autograph Yo,nigga 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

All my ladies bop yo heads Come on and bop yo heads Let me see you bop yo heads Bop yo heads Who in the world is this Callin me at 2:26 in the morning Crack of dawn and got me yawnin? Why you tying up my line Sayin you apologize for all the lies you told me? Said you was chillin with the homies You was chasin all the shorties And now, you clamin you adore me You gets N-O-L-O-V-E from me You be steady gamin all the time So, get O-U-T my F-A-C-E, baby, outta sight, outta mind You gets N-O-L-O-V-E from me Cant keep tellin your lies No more K-I-S-S-I-N-G me Baby, outta sight, outta mind Who in the world is this, ringing my bell? 10:46, yo, its late as hell You got the roses in ya arm and ya teddy bear Trying to use your thuggish charm But I just dont care You say dont be, , dont be tripping But, baby, ya game is slipping Youre just a child and Im big pimping Im so over you You gets N-O-L-O-V-E from me You be steady gamin all the time So, get O-U-T my F-A-C-E, baby, outta sight, outta mind You gets N-O-L-O-V-E from me Cant keep tellin your lies No more K-I-S-S-I-N-G me Baby, outta sight, outta mind Thank you for leavin me I can finally get on my feet Thank you for hitting the door Now theres no more whats mine is yours Cause Im free now, I dont need you now Stack my cheese now Sit on some Ds now, wrists on freeze now You can lie now, I dont cry now Say bye-bye now, say bye-bye now No second try now You gets N-O-L-O-V-E from me You be steady gamin all the time So, get O-U-T my F-A-C-E, baby, outta sight, outta mind You gets N-O-L-O-V-E from me Cant keep tellin your lies No more K-I-S-S-I-N-G me Baby, outta sight, outta mind You wanna, wanna be a player, player, go play You wanna be a baller, baller, go ball You dont ever ever have to worry, worry bout me Baby, you and me cant kick it no more You wanna, wanna be a player, player, go play You wanna be a baller, baller, go ball You dont ever ever have to worry, worry bout me Baby, you and me cant kick it no more You gets N-O-L-O-V-E from me You be steady gamin all the time So, get O-U-T my F-A-C-E baby outta sight outta mind You gets N-O-L-O-V-E from me Cant keep tellin your lies No more K-I-S-S-I-N-G me Baby, outta sight, outta mind

Its the same murder! You made our streets into what these people call the killing field! The motherfuckin dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin motherfuckers out the box, I aint even go Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame? From doin flicks to bustin tricks out the fuckin frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got em duckin from my smokin Glock And bustin niggas asses to stay alive Skinny ass player watchin bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how Im livin, Im a hustler Buckin busters til they die Now its on in the ghetto, you aint heard? Niggas got they AKs headin for them burbs Aimin at them skinhead bitches, let it rain Givin em a wet welcome to the house of pain In a city thats 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 Yo, Im 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 dont take His moms run the church, so Ima see her at his fucking wake Make way, the nigga paid me the other day Im 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 Americas Most, Im listed For killing motherfuckers like him So Ima bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin Flim flam, god damn, Im not the one Before I choke him and smoke him Im gonna smack him with my fuckin gun Son, you made your last mistake and I dont know your name But welcome to the House of Pain 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 Huh, the country bud got me chokin Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth With the extra clip for that extra shit Dont you know that a killing is thrilling? All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug Had a .38 with the hollow-point slug So when he licked shots, niggas dropped Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tryna squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes Payin dues, while kids was on they ones and twos Huh, now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin from my shoulder Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain Im livin in the house of pain 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

You have now tuned in to your girlfriends favorite DJ, DJ Creep Subscribe to get the latest hot mixers Want to know how I did this shit, want to know how real my shit is, nigga go read the motherfucking newspaper you trick-ass nigga Im stuck in jail Murderous mind state, cant keep my nine straight Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out Aint scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me They heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see Bomb first my motto is fully guaranteed Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, Im dumpin Untouchable riders, murdering niggas Youll never stop me!) Ha! Scared to die Youll all get shot!) The country bud got me chokin Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin Yeah that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8 shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra shit Dont 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 tried to squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes Payin dues, while kids was on their ones and twos for me Now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the Mac .11s swingin from my shoulder Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain Im livin in a house of pain My niggas crooked though it seems My every single thought is caught up in collecting cream A made nigga; picture me dying in a blaze of gun fire Will not retire til Im paid, turn the base up higher When we ride, we fly by, bitches blow me kisses Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches From Crenshaw to 125, and Do or Die Rolling with niggas from Long Beach to Long Isl I hardly smile cause my heart froze Once I; commence my show rip apart foes And now I, got One Nation its a crooked compilation Just to end the bullshit, lets get back to money making Tell them busters that I rolled on controlling the house My shit is so wicked when I flip, niggas closing their mouth The Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI Thug Greg Nice, L.S., Asu, so show a nigga love, Outlaw!

To all the stupid people and the rest You are about to witness something youve never witnessed before this But ladies and gentlemen Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two members of Little Jimmy In the place to be were gonna show you how to do it for the year 2005 Kicking it, and are you sick all the mothers like in their world Because we need to continue to rock stop his modem cold to minimize the scene Cutting out all the lyrical coherence because we know how to up-upload it This is a Paul mix man we all wish underworld set this no good moment And yall know us thats when we run into something like this La-di-da-di da-di-da-di we likes to party-party We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody We are just just some men up on the mic When-when we grab the pitch, YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT Fuck all-a-yall whos going to Hell Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself Cause its cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin Thats what we create, because that be our mission So listen close to what we say Because this type of shit it happens every day This type of shit it happens EVERY DAY THIS TYPE OF SHIT IT HAPPENS EVERY DAY I woke up AROUND two in the MORNIN Did a lot of COKE, strechin, YAWNIN Went into the BATHROOM to wash UP Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all? There was a rubble-rubble-dubble Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said... You are you conceited bastard! Well thats true, thats why we never have no beef And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth Change my clothes, spark my hair I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have The Johnsons baby powder and the Polo cologne Fresh dressed like a million dollas I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla Stepped out the crib, stopped short, oh no Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn SHIT I FORGOT MY FUCKING KANGOL Den me dilly dally, we run into an alley Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley God damn bitch played hard to get So I said, Whats up girl, you look like shit Dont cry, dry your eye Shaniqua tells her momma, You all better hide tonight Because her mom stepped up from behind Hit her in the FACE, stabbed her in the EYE Punched her in the BELLY, stepped on her FEET Slammed the girl on the hard concrete Oohhhh BITCH was STRONG, mommas GONE Something seemed WRONG, now what is going on I tried to bust it up, I said, Stop it, leave her She said, If I cant have you, she cant eitherrrrrrrrr She grabbed me hard, around my cock I broke out like I had the chicken pox Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy And said Why dont you give me some play Stop avoiding me like you is gay I wet my pants whenever you say rock, rock Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, cant you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me I love your faggy ways I guess thats why youre always getting laid Oohh on and on and on and on and... whatever I said, and then I gave her a kiss I said, You cant have me, Im too young for you, miss She said, No you are not, then she starts crying I said, Im 18 and she says stop lying Serious, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, you cant be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr POW Okay people, were talking about Kenny Muhammad The Human Orchestra, Im not jokin ya know Hes wicked, hes livin, hes vibin With the hardcore verbal beatery Beatbox criminal, top in his category Thats a little something special for your Mindless CD

Ladies and Gentlemen You are now listening to the sounds Of The Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A Jealous niggas recognize, freak bitches fantasize Uhh, ahhh.. Uh, one two yall, you know I rocked cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know I rocked cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know I rocked cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, uhh Uhh, uhh, yo Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like its free My GS3 gleams perfectly Lil Cease get raw like the stems Lands and Lexus flexed with the M-A-F-I-A Blunts make my day Friday to Friday stay bent baby Plus stylish, sippin on Baileys Irish My wish - filthy rich by sixteen Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Song knockin on hos answerin machine, uhh True baller, bitch page might call her A little shorty but I like my bitches taller Nastiest, the flashiest You got blunts pass them shits While B.I.G. fuck your bitch, uhh, uhh While your nigga take flicks Uhh, yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique One two yall, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, uhh.. uhh.. uhh I admit, back in the days I did stupid shit Now I changed, Im into bigger and better things Like rockin Cuban chains, bitch copped the Range Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond rings Pop Moët with my bitch when it rain Drink away the pain, got mad stress on my brain A little nigga roll for dough Copped keys across seas, in San Domingo From a Cuban kid named Sallio, sell mad perico Coppin bout four bricks, then I called Nino Meet me at the airport, feds is on the stalk I almost got caught cause the dumb bitch talked How much you make and what we do and where we live at How much my V cost and where my cash stash at But the feds still couldnt get nuttin J.M. still stuntin and frontin One two yall, you know we rock ya Lil Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know we rock ya Lil Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know we rock ya Lil Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know we rock ya, rock ya Lil Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A Mally G, the villain, keep niggas feelin My trigger finger enhancin peelin Your dome piece with the chrome piece fat I dont fuck around black, catch a Mac to ya back Lethal weapon with the eighteen leather Schemin, bustin on whoever out the Jetta Window, think slow sink low Fuckin with raw dog Mal you aint know, ahh Remember this - funk abyss lyricist Blow the premises out the frame wit this Killer seen with the guillotine shotty With Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya whole fuckin spot Cockin the Glock, fifty, bust, hit the dust To spit shit murderous, heh Now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all And if I have to kill em all, I shall One two yall, you know I rocked ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know I rocked ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, you know I rocked ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A One two yall, uhh.. uhh.. uhh I got that venom rhyme like Sprite got lemon lime Donna Karen dime, keep her hair done all the time My rhymes, somewhat Shakespearean, blood Im smearin in Tongue-kissin my lawyer, at my hearin and In this day and age, my rap is like the plague I married this shit, yall niggas still engaged Turn blowouts to 360 waves How does 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips n Dippin with money L in the green Beamer Sippin Zimas, on our way to see Katrina She said she need a Freak Like Me, like Adina Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina I seen her, lights excite all the freaks Squirtin on curtains, lips, tits and sheets Compete, meet death, ya dead, ya die.. Dont fuck with B-I, thats that!

Id rather be with you, but you never tried to holla We can spend a couple milli actin silly in Milano Boy, hit your horn beep, beep, Ill follow Have your whip in my driveway by tomorrow Secretly I know you wanna hit it like the lotto And after that, we can ketchup like tomato We can make love in Italy in the Grotto Fresh off the jet at the Met Theyre screamin bravo, bravo, bravo Steppin in my Jimmy Choos, yeah I got it all cute for ya, baby Nothing like them other girls I would never be rude to you, baby Cant wait, just say that you wanna be More than just friends Boy, Im gonna love you until the end The end, the end, the end, the end More than just friends Boy, Im gonna love you until the end The end, the end, the end, the end More than just friends Boy, until the end Boy, you got me all mixed up like Serato You got me spinnin round for ya like a lil model Steady fiendin for you like them fries at McDonalds I wanna be all on your lips like gelato Permanently paint me in your picture like Picasso Love me down till I hit the top of my soprano We can pop bottles, get me actin all me llamo Then baby come and pluck this thing like a cello Steppin in my Chrissy Lous, yeah I got it all cute for ya, baby Nothing like them other girls I would never be rude to you, baby Cant wait, just say that you wanna be More than just friends Boy, Im gonna love you until the end The end, the end, the end, the end More than just friends Boy, Im gonna love you until the end The end, the end, the end, the end More than just friends Boy, until the end Whos gonna speak and start off this thing? Is it you is it me? We should say how we feel for real sugar, baby Boo, I need your touch Never wanted somethin so much Friendship just aint enough Boy, I wanna be with you until the end The end, the end, the end, the end More than just friends Boy, Im gonna love you until the end The end, the end, the end, the end More than just friends Boy, Im gonna love you until the end The end, the end, the end, the end More than just friends Boy, until the end

Brooklyn X4 Bronx X4 Queens Bridge X4 Uptown X4 YEAH Where Brooklyn at x6 Lean back lean back Where Brooklyn at x6 Lean back lean back 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 acs 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 Ma niggas dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway Lean Back Lean Back Lean Back Lean Back Say Ma niggas dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back 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, Im in the house Roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about Moet poppin ho hoppin aint 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 aint hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser Nigga u scared ur supposed to Nigga I toast ya put fear in ur heart Fk up the party before it even start Is he drunk over henny and skunk Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks 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 nia biggies stinkin Is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm She grabbed ma arm and said lets leave calm Im hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken Nias start to Loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a FKING fight broke out Cant we just all get along? So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil Shawn Chorus

Early today as he left a party in Los Angeles, Wallace, also known as Biggie Smalls was shot from a passing vehicle He had been named Rap Artist of the Yea- By shooting Saturday night, that story tops our world headline To promote peace, rapper 2Pac Shakur is also pictured in the mural The two rappers were rumored to be rivals, but police say they are not aware of any connection in the murders Im flaming gats, aiming at, these... Maniacs put my name in rap So part the game is that like it hustle backwards I smoke blackwoods and dutchies you cant touch me Try to rush me, slugs go touchy touchy You bleeding lovely with your spirit above me Or beneath me your whole life you live sleepy Now you rest internally 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 Flip and try to break me, look what you made me do Brains blew my team in the marine-blue, six coupe Skied it out weed it out Cleaning out, the block for distances Giving long kisses Yeah... thats right Baby Thats how we do it Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think niggas is tryna kill me Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel See niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now theyre petrified bitches Im tryna be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til Im gone Bitches be warned, word is bond youll get torn Im bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong And then its on, before I leave picture me Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it This Thug Life, nigga we dont cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s Hahahahaha, yeah nigga Thug Life How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake

For all my motherfucking niggas, word to Herb we get stupider Running mad circles round your crew like Jupiter Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden Cause Im mad in the pad and suckers wish they had and Im bagging the bitches grabbing, my pockets fatten Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin So what you gonna do when I come through your town With mad niggas who love being locked down Facing convictions, throwing conniptions I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians Step to this mic youre a goner Cause Red Hot Lovers right on like Cynthia Horner I better warn ya, youll get your ass kicked, Im blasted Thats it, I drop it like a clumsy black bastard Im getting figures from my rap diggers Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out your dreadlocks Who got the props? Biggie Who got the Glock? Biggie But who is he? You cant get my description, you need a prescription Two doses of the ferocious Feel the weight when Im crushing em, bumrushing em Stuffing em, I put the pressure on em, hon Lord a mercy, Jesus Christ Hes just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu Look what I been through, the Brooklyn streets The obese thug nigga from the East The black nine, hard to find motherfucker After the rhyme press rewind, motherfucker Strictly for my niggas I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over Universal Soldier of Hip Hop, somebody shoulda told ya 40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please dont Sleep I walk the unforbidden where most MCs wont Check it, if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect, its Hectic, Im like antiseptic on record Disinfectant show wrecker, sound seizing your sector Local areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca Im known, Prince, organizing with the Red Hot Lover And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another Planet called Brooklyn, hey good looking Do you like your hot chocolate after dark - uh Im scared to get you hooked in You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type Representing my niggas rocking, rocking the mic right Harcore M.O.P. type shit Peace to my other half and my niggas doing bids I used to start more shit than high school bullies I was doing my thing since my nigga Boom Bang used to steal cars from police I break niggas up like referees Put em on point, back out my joint and making em move like refugees Lil Fame rep is Brooklyn bound Still niggas that fuck aroundll catch a beatdown from Brownsville Im going all out the western way Old school or new school, I beat your ass like its freshmens day For yall wannabe emcees F-A-Gs You gon fuck around and make that nigga Bill squeeze Im representing for all mines with nines Hardcores in town, my niggas that get down A hill figure on the trigger Your Crooklyn sounds got pounds and break through Stopped puffing the lye, still sipping the brew So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you lose Its Lil Fame, motherfucker We bring you pain, motherfucker Cos Im rugged no gimmick And Im taking rappers out like Uptown niggas be doing bitches on 125th and Lennox I represent M.O.P., niggas that act stuck up they get stuck up Or even fucked the fuck up Peace to Tone, yo pass that blunt, hit this slicker This is for my niggas Yo hold me down, Fame Danze with the truck shit, that I dont give a fuck shit Im hitting niggas where it hurt, I do work so you niggas hit the dirt The M.O.P. we been busting out for days Taking em through a phase, going out in a blaze Im out jail still holding my steel Bow! Wargames representing this build Brownsville, for my niggas Word, and Red Hot Lover Tone tossing suckers like salad Incredible vocabulary coming from the Brooklyn freak Peace to Fulton Street Knuckleheadsll get wrecked with the quick mic-check My intellect shows no respect for suckers who slept In fact my rap style attracts I have your girl looking for me in broad daylight With a flashlight, pillow, and mattress on her back Cause yo shit is wack So here goes the No-Doze, Im putting it on foes who oppose Coming off like porno pantihose Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G The M.O.P., from R-e-d For all my niggas in the NYC

Every time I look up I see it in your face, you wanna hook up with me(You know you wanna hook up, stop playing Instead of acting like you supposed to You cop an attitude like youre too good for me And you know good and damn well that If I wanted, I could take you from your man With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too Yes I can, and I will if I, if I want to If I, if I want to, baby Aint nobody trying to clown you But youre too damn old to play high school games with me You know that, too damn old Yes, you do Cause even when Im not around you I hear from my friends you be asking bout me Whats up with him? Thats what you be saying I dont really care How long youve been together with your man Its just a matter of time Before I make you mine I wanna make it clear So theres no misunderstandings That I get, what I want When I want If I wanted, I could take you from your man With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too Yes I can, and I will if I, if I want to If I, if I want to, baby If I wanted, I could take you from your man With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too Yes I can, and I will if I, if I want to If I, if I want to, baby That I get, what I want When I want If I wanted to If I wanted to Id have you doing whatever I want you to, you know? Right now, Im just not really doing that But if I wanted to, anything Im saying You and your girls, I could have them too Listen to me Its crazy, listen If I wanted, I could take you from your man With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too Yes I can, and I will if I, if I want to If I, if I want to, baby If I wanted, I could take you from your man With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too Yes I can, and I will if I, if I want to If I, if I want to, baby

As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me See you got me trapped Im going crazy this is slavery You act like its outrageous give me space it wont get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home its like I get the third degree Where ya been and who you with I get no room to breathe It makes me wanna leave Im sick of these tricks up your sleeve Your suspicious I deceive give me grief without belief but to me If you really trust me then its pitiful Question me about my whereabouts thats so trivial Let me live my life and you can live yours Just be there to help me and support thats what your here for Not to give me stress and add to pressure Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test Im sorry if I left you all alone But I couldnt make it home so we argue on the phone Dont you trust me? I grew up a fuckin screw up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga Im too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker Now everythings good in my hood And its on and pop and Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E From East Side South Compton Str8 givin up the real On how a nigga feel talk that shit Muthaphukkaz caps get peeled Layin low in the cut Gettin how than a muthaphuka niggas knows whats up Im that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still yellin Nigga G to a T saggin and bailin Live by the gun you know what Im sayin Ren Yea So I guess Ill die by that muthaphukka then So when I die niggas bury me Make sure my shit reads Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E And its a fact to be exact my tombstone should read: He Put Compton On That Map And thats how a nigga feel When Im givin up Tha Muthaphukkin Real

Most of these niggas be bitches too But youll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this shit like this 2Pac Its like I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these bitches They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches What the fuck you think a trick is nigga Nigga done stick and wet his dick And then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH! Im here to school you to the rules of the game, itll cost ya Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her Its like a motherfuckin priveledge So dont give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when youre ready to bone, and its on A motherfucking mack tonight Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches Tyga Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say Its all the same, like Mary-Kate Tyga Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain Why you claim that you rich? Thats a false claim I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim Whole lotta styles, cant even pronounce the name You aint got no style, see you on my Instagram I be rockin it like its fresh out the pan Only when Im takin pics, Im the middleman Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin Nike Me not icey, thats unlikely And she gon suck me like a fuckin Hi-C Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline Im the black JB the way these bitches scream Tyga Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say Its all the same, like Mary-Kate Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Yeah thats cool but he aint like me : Biggie Smalls 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, Im in the house Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about Moet popping, ho hopping Aint no stopping Big Poppa Im a Bad Boy Niggas wanna front, who got your back? Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? It aint hard to tell Im the East Coast overdose Nigga you scared youre 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

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 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 Acs Windows cracked, so sit back relax Craig, crush the hash, the Berettas in the stash Well, BANG! lets kick it off like a butt More fakes than Allen front to leave you lost like a treasure hunt From now on, yall crossed the land Craig Macks the upper hand with more rhymes than the beach got sand Youre an MC, yo my original job is that mistaken rapsll 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 Were 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, aint you got a king? Before 10:00 Westwood, Im 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 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 Thats the superstar status apparatus, more wings than clutches Cease roll the hash, its in the pocket with the nine Lick off the wine as my seats recline I want a presidential Rollie So I crush MCs, the guacamole making Robin scream Holy Molly! Big Poppa, off the caper, Im that paper crusader Playing Sega in a widebody blazer And if you dont know now you know My flow you pick like an afro Wet like Soul Glo ...Uh, you dont stop... 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 Im inviting you, get your writing crew and their dopest rhymes Ill get up in that ass every time Lyrically Im untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in a 600 Benz Ask your friends whos the illest Licking shots niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us I get ill... Its time for a funk refill of rhymes that I kill as I shoot em in the grill MCs, Im not impressed Your best dont just throw your chest Wheres the bullet proof or the wool vest, wont matter Your chest will shatter On the tip of my dick baby you are the badder MCs now feel funktified They tried but now they died 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 MCs do you fear? Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A, nuff said Niggas disrespect just I dead Just I dead MCs will turn red from the shot I lick, Ceaser sick Too much shagging, too much drinking, too much thinking MCs 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 MCs until they dead A vocal volcanic microphone, robotic tonic atonic The microphone is mine so MCs 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 MCs 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 I stretch the funk like my name was Plastic Man Eating MCs out the can in my hip-hop wonderland I got the venom like the snakes got the venom, I put it in em Faces turn bluer than my denim But dont look down though my name is David Banner Flipping green on the mic cause they cant control my gamma So stop hogging us, Macks the erogenous So rap full grown, see us the acrogynous There aint a rapper liver than the rebel My voice dont carry treble, eat MCs like a vegetable Crack a few stepping on the pedal Heavy off the medal, lifes 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 Niggas in my faction dont like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benzito Hitting fannies, spending chips at Mannys Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets 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 Shits official, only the Feds I fear Heres a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying So dont you get suspicious Im Big dangerous youre just a little vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold yall breath, I told yall Death controls yall, Big dont fold yall I spit phrases thatll thrill you Youre nobody til somebody kills you 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 Its 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 Whos next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap The most shady, Frankie baby Aint 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 Gs for blow to 30 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 Make it hot like a kettle get Youre delicate, you better get - who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure

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 Im saying? I got my wife, just lounging with my wife, you know Im saying? With my daughter, her daughter, you know Just laid back, just chillin, you know Im saying? Living all my niggas is living where I think I be? Ten years, I dont think I will see it For real dog, for real, man That shit aint promised, man I dont think my luck is that good, I hope it is But if it aint, so be it, Im ready The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong

Damn baby, cant believe you bagged Lil Kim Oh yeah, that bitch on my dick, man She see my Benz roll on my dick fuck that bitch Word? Ima knock her ass But yo yo you should fuck her homegirl though I want to I want to man But that bitch want some eatin pussy shit yo Im not tryna fuck with that kid Yeah, but the other one The little short one with the fat ass Where? Thinkin right there I think I could put it in the ass Ima tell yall something, Ima fuck Kim Ima take her up in the room I want that one right there With the ponytail? Yeah Yeah, fuck her, fuck her Ima fuck her good Take that, take that, yo No doubt We gon fuck the shit out these bitches Im gon take that out right now We gon fuck the shit out these bitches Thats anal right there Anal? Anal, baby Fuckin anal, I dont give a fuck

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Its the ten wife commandments I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Its the ten wife commandments Dont hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, Ill do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Dont hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, Ill do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Ive been in this game for years, it made me a animal Theres 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 chick know What you and your man do in the bedroom Might feel good when you in it And you probably want to admit it But it aint nobody business Number two: Gotta be a pretty girl all the time Gotta build him up and make him strong You gotta be the only one he want Number Three: Gotta be a lady in the street And you gotta be a freak in the sheets But dont do too much All my ladies singin with me now Dont hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, Ill do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Dont hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, Ill do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Number four: I know you heard this before Tell him you love him before he step out the door Number five: Gotta let him wear the pants You be a lady and you let him be the man Number six: Know how to put it down in the kitchen When he bring it home you gotta have a good meal fixed Seven, this rule is so underrated: Gotta keep your feelings and your money separated Its okay to let him have control But girl, you gotta have your own Do your own thing Number eight: Gotta keep your head game straight Number nine: Shoulda been number one to me Gotta take care of the family Number ten: Be careful of the people you meet When you round in the streets, you better listen to me Dont hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, Ill do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Dont hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, Ill do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around Rules to this shit, step-by-step Rules to this shit, step-by-step, booklet For you to get, step-by-step Take it from your highness Step-by-step Keep your family and business completely separated Find yourself in serious shit Jealousy specially if that man fuck up Follow these rules, youll have mad bread to break up Its the ten wife commandments Heard she hook a steak up, heard she hook a steak up Its the ten wife commandments Heard she hook a steak up

I appreciate that... I went to jail and They made me number one.. I appreciate them stickin up For me when everyone was kickin Me when I was down... Thats love and Ill never trade that..so for the Bay And Philly and all those areas and all those Ghettos and towns..I love yall.. Dont let this east coast west coast thing get to you... Sometimes I try to do good but I just cant be Its hard to get myself to do things that aint me And yall should thank me But my haters busy trying to send me home early But you cant New Orlean Saint me I aint a saint B, I aint a god God I aint a angel neither but I try hard yall Im lighting up for all my soldiers at war As I sit back and watch The ashes on my cigar fall They say death comes in threes Whos next in line? And I just lost a best friend for the second time Now Im on a quest to find peace Still gotta carry my piece and Soo Woo! when its reppin time Yall dont understand.. Im misunderstood Give Interscope two more albums Then Im done for good Sold 10 million records, aint leave the hood Its a cold world, everybody need a hood I spend my time in this cell, aint living well I know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail? My life is in denial and when I die Baptized in eternal fire Ill shed so many tears I spend my time in this cell, aint living well I know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail? My life is in denial and when I die Baptized in eternal fire Ill shed so many tears After realizing, to master enterprising I aint 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 moms hand Get my daughter this college grant so she dont need no man Stay far from timid Only make moves when your hearts in it And live the phrase skys the limit Motherfuckers I spend my time in this cell, aint living well I know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail? My life is in denial and when I die Baptized in eternal fire Ill shed so many tears I spend my time in this cell, aint living well I know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail? My life is in denial and when I die Baptized in eternal fire Ill shed so many tears I spend my time in this cell, aint living well I know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail? My life is in denial and when I die Baptized in eternal fire Ill shed so many tears I spend my time in this cell, aint living well I know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail? My life is in denial and when I die Baptized in eternal fire Ill shed so many tears

Yo Bigs, man, whats wrong man? You look like you got problems man Hey yo man, psh man.. Its this fuckin bitch, man! Shit, I know I aint sposed to have no feelings for these hoes out here man, but This bitch on the back of my mind man Yeah man... done wrote a rhyme bout the bitch man Want me to drop the drama kid? Yeah, dedicatin this to you man Cause my man 50 Grand told me straight up and down man I aint sposed to love NO ho Knahmsayin? I tried to tell her 50 I got three rules in life Im not to be played with, played on or played out Imma drop it like this Lyin in my bed, Im 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 didnt 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 couldnt 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 thats 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 youre broke She said when you left, your ears was full of smoke Chokin on a cigarette, you dont 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 wouldnt 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 wasnt 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! Thats what she kept sayin Shell come to her senses is what I kept prayin But now Im gonna lay the cards on the line Just say that you hate me, or say that youre 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! I dont give a fuck aboutcha Take a long walk off a short pier, bitch Tryna to take bankrolls Bum bitches outta here 50, man Now check this Come to my crib, she say, B.I.G. listen I dont like the way you been dissin Feel like I been kissin other bitches cause my lips feel chapped I tell you its from the blunts, you aint tryin to hear that Now Im Hennyd like a fuck? Whats the riff? Who Im sleepin with? I aint got the time To shoot the gift to hoes, Im tryin to take bankroll I aint fuckin nobody, case closed You hit the lights and decide to doze off No kiss goodnight, didnt take your clothes off And my dick is harder than a rock Nobody to cockblock but yous a hardrock The fuck you think I am, gay? I aint got no time to play I aint got nothin to say Bounce out the crib, just to see my man 50 And whats up with B.I.G And the O.G.B., you know they keep plenty hookers And I aint a bad looker So I see one ho that I like yeah, oooh Shit is cool Trust no hoes, all they want is bankroll Thats what Im tryin to tell you now baby My man 50 done schooled me to all yall hookers Knahmsayin? I aint lame to this Cant spell game without me, the B.I.G

Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Droves of styles older than sharkskin, now commit the barking I gather rhymes and load up, cause its a hold-up I meditate fast to assassinate a class, a dull sword Check the graphics on this rap chalkboard Peace to RZA Razor, yo, the niggas major Who slice tracks fast like whities with Gillette razors And wont stagnate, the ragged Dragon Lee Regenerate, clearin the area, air out and ventilate See, yo, Im natural, swift like a mackerel shark Gat-packable, attackable in this art Now watch a beat that makes and shakes and breaks ya Ron G makes a million off his name, son Ayo, peace to uptown, Shaolin now Walk through, child, its wild Huh, hit you like this son Ron G, 94, takin em to war Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Yo, I got piles and piles of my styles to utilize And brutalize niggas who despise cause Im super fly There aint a nigga in the game who can tame me I flip A&Rs if they try to rearrange me So how the fuck do you figure you can hang With a nigga whose slang is equipped to pick a niggas brain? I come hard to the fullest scar From pulling cards, to leaving niggas scarred on the boulevard Check my steez, my rep is kept pleased Like these biceps that I flex when I crack your knees A homicide in the making, you enter the chambers And sentenced to death for move-faking See mad thoughts fill the mind of a Killa Sin is iller than your ordinary blood spiller When its time to come into the track Im like a maniac, slapping your stack when its all back What? 1994, give it to ya raw Mix king records, word up Thats what Im talkin about Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Easy soundboy, ere watch ya chat Allow me to set the party off with the fly rap Aye-aye, cap, suckers wanna battle give me mine You rhymes wouldnt be fly if you said them on Delta Airline Now thisll take a second, Kris has come to bug out You waiting for some lovey-dovey, hug me, get the fuck out I got the hardest texture, lecture or whatever I got to survive G, I aint no saint I do graffiti art, but like Martins home decorating center I aint, just, paint, wait, wait Wait, wait, let me speak, let me speak While Im on this beat your career is looking bleak I couldnt understand why you were coming soft and sweet But that explains why your rhyming skills are weak You need a quicker picker-upper, rip a sucker Put my album on toast cause its butter You dissing me will never happen slightly Thats like Arsenio Hall on TV saying, Kill whitey You might be slightly thrown off at my complexity Lyrical ecstasy is achieved by standing next to me You should of known your career was gonna end Should of called Dionne Warwick and her psychic fucking friends Now its ended, cant be mended, how splendid For wack MCs, I come doctor recommended Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the Pearly Gates Fuck him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway But my mama got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talking bout some Praise the Lord shit Hail Mary? Fuck her, I never knew her Id probably screw her, and dump her body in the sewer Our Father? My pops stuck up dope spots Big, black and mean, with the fifth by the gabardines What you expected from his next of kin, huh? Im loco, bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if ya wanna shoot me while Im shittin The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question: How many shots does it take to make my heart stop And my body start to shake? Ron G, stop the breaks Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody Yeah, O.C. representing from Jamaica, Queens like this You have now stepped into the realm of a man With topics, open your optics, I rhyme for what I stand Brace your boxes and stereo decks Im here to do more than just collect checks So get fixed to the wheel of force, see, Im the Jedi When Im in flight it might be like the red eye Swift, take a wiff of my vocabulary Im wild like berries, I pop it like a cherry Ron G composed it, everyone knows it Life brings death from guns to roses Shoot outs, put doubts of a nigga to a test Shit is hex so I just might get a vest But what good is a vest if youre aiming for the dome? Kick it from a janny-port nickel plated chrome Blast you in the face, massacring niggas Figuring the referee foes thats bigger Clap-Clap your hands everybody Clap-Clap your hands everybody

Oh No To all my exes need to tell you that Im sorry That I didnt leave you sooner Im sorry I gave you more time than I shoulda Cause I shoulda walked right by you that day When you told me I was cute Shoulda smiled, said, Thank you and walked away But its something about the dudes that be rude and only rock the wheat Timbs That aint got no Snapple apple when they come, they off the Remy I mean really, I clearly needa be careful with myself Needa be careful and watch my step cause I aint fell for a real one yet Yeah, I still aint admit to my feelings, pretending my feelings aint in it I admit it, I settle for less, and that is exactly what I been getting Instead of the man I know I deserve, I settle for boys that get on my nerves And then I be mad like, What is you doin? Mad at them when you the one choosin and using em to feel that empty void That only Gods supposed to fill But I go against his will, for the thrill of that fake love Instead of waiting on something real I just settle for them feelings that I feel, no deal I aint even mad, no, not like befo Off with your head, now slither out the door Snakes in the grass, its time to cut the lawn Ed Scissorhands, AKA I cut you off You aint gonna lie to my face no mo Hit me with Im sorry, but Im sorry, Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Get me Ed Shapiro on the phone Case closed Oh, oh, oh You shoulda known that its bigger than you Youll never know what I already knew After everything I already been through I cant waste no time, pay no tention to you I said no No, no, no A no-no No, no Thats a no-no No, no I said no-no No, no You came so close, you just dont know Irregardless of what transpired It aint even worthy of a slick reply Even if I was the last woman alive I would be like Ginger, you aint Gilligan I really dont care, Im in love with the island Rockin Dior cause it goes with my diamonds Got a pink gown Custom by Alaia Ill be on stage when the stadium light up You shoulda known that its bigger than you Youll never know what I already knew After everything I already been through I cant waste no time, pay no tention to you I said no No, no, no A no-no No, no Thats a no-no No, no I said no-no No, no I said no A no-no No, no Thats a no-no No, no, I said no-no No, no No Care for me, care for me Even though it aint true, they dont love me, they just love what I do But ayy, I be lying when I say it too So bae, Im sorry that I didnt leave you sooner Im sorry I gave you more time than I shouldve Cause I knew I shouldve left you as a groupie stead of giving you my best Im not sorry, had to cut you like a check Write you off and level up like my yachts top deck Cause you was just disappearing, now I ride a jet I said no A no-no I said no-no Thats a no-no No, no I said no-no Parlez-vous français? I said non Lemme translate it, I said no I can say it en español No Portuguese for you não Japanese for you I said no I think, I think that was it Yep

Big L: I drink Moet not Becks beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And its a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach Im puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain You still fear, cause I be hangin in Harlem and my shit is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you cant kill me I was born dead And Im known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My raps steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon Its a new sherriff in town, and it aint Reggie Hammond 2Pac: Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Cant explain a mothers pain, when her son drops Black male slipping in hail when will we prevail Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well And the systems suicidal with this Thugs Life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life God help me, cause Im starving, cant get a job So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard Cant sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Cant help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism cause Im dark Couldnt quit the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home Big L: Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers hearts pumpin like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothersd still be vergins if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go boom-boom, and yo guns go wow-pow Im known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin Front and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin nookie Im not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie I run with sturdy clicks Im never hittin dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, Buddy dont make it thirty-six Biggie: 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 dont know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay Thats why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s Cause G-E-D, wasnt B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, thats why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out nicks 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 dont know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause Im 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 Jadakiss: Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and Im in it The time is now, its gonna be up in a minute You look a in the eye, you could tell if he tinted These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks They act like its all love, only love is your money So when its over , are you a thug or a dummy Im neither, but I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever And I aint gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya And f rap I make mills of reefer Im a man first, tired of punchin z, so Imma shoot z cuz my hands hurt And God is great, guard ya space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I head crack so much, its hard to ace .38 revolver flow, its hard to trace, what! Fat Joe: Nigga I can see the coke in your nose This aint a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe And I was just about to find God But now that Mase is back, I think Id much rather find a menage And everybody talkin crazy how theyre AK spit But we know this investigatin, and they aint spray shit Not me, Im the truth homie, got the industry shook like Naw nigga, Joe gonna let em loose on me True Story, Im bringin the T back Even Roy Jones was forced to Lean Back My nigga Dre said grind cook Now we killin them hard niggas, who said I must of found Puns rhyme book Got bitches on top of the Phantom And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, niggas fiend for that And you already know the x is where the team be at

Shoulda saw it coming I shoulda saw the signs Said, but I wanted to believe you, trust you You said you wouldnt lie But baby, you were so good, so good Had me going blind You said he was your best friend Im guessing I wasnt your type, yeah What goes around comes around, sing I know youre mad cause I found out Want you to feel what I feel right now Now that it’s over, lets go Listen, fuck outta here, Jorza Want you to cry me a river I just want to break your heart right back Yeah, all this time I was blind, running round telling everybody My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby Ooh Listen, you got a man, but your man aint loyal Dont understand how to spell it out for you Yes, Im a G from the A, and they ask why Sorry, had to tell you Im a nice guy Nah, Im a slick guy, money too much I step on stage, and girls move too much Keep the flow so gross, my nickname school lunch And he with them other guys, and you know its true cause Okay, G-A-M-B-I-N-O I know they hate, but I don’t know why, uh I know the way he did you was whack But I know how you can get dude right back and get with me Said, now that its over I just wanna break, break, break your heart, babe Right back, baby right back Yeah, all this time I was blind, telling everybody My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, ooh Im coming out Im coming

Theres times in my life where I just I just wanna run away, I just I just wish the pain would stop I dont wanna cry no more I wish the pain would go away Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet Hard to live life to the fullest with all this bullshit Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain One shot took half of his brain, I recapture the pain Twenty-three years, three when it happened Twenty-six now, still I cant stop the tears Then my mood switch, thinkin about this sheisty bitch Kinda funny cause they fake it when they callin you honey On your dick when they think a nigga, might be rich Thats when I shit, cause I know you fuck with me for my money Learned the hard way, aint no correctin the grief Baby moms starts sexin, my so-called beef Dont give a fuck if they Marked me For Death like Steven Or relievin your breathin, long as Im even fore Im leavin Pain... I wish this pain, would go away Were talkin about the kind of pain that I wish this pain, would go away Just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul I wish this pain, would go away The kind of pain that makes you feel like you cant go on no more I wish this pain, would go away The kind of pain that I wouldnt wish on anyone I cant relate to them cats who hold gats at the gate Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone Cause of a fuckin chain on? Migraines on, now the pains warm, I stagger And Im hopin I dont know the cat with the dagger Penetratin my heart, rushed thoughts etched in grief To the City College deceased may you rest in peace To the families, I never meant to cause no pain I know the truth, but if you want, then I shoulder the blame Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains Now it seems like Im goin insane For the love of you and hip-hop I expand the news But before my shit drops, I stand accused Dont you think I wish we all was rich? One for all its pain to see your people when they all cant ball The pain.. I wish this pain, would go away I wish this pain, would go away I dont wanna give no more pain I wish this pain, would go away I dont wanna receive no more pain I wish this pain, would go away God, please take the pain away I can still hear the shots that left my man Big layin On my knees cryin and prayin, then I said God why? Got to know how hard we try Dont let him die, please dont let my nigga be dead But it was too late, California sealed his fate Gone now, hard to move on now, fuck making songs now Wish I could die, I could fly If they dont give a fuck, fuck it why should I? Thats when Big spoke, pulled up in a glistening 3 With platinum wings and said, Puff listen to me He puts his hands on my head and said I live through you Make hits continuous, this is what we do I know it might be strenous and times is hard Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God Plus you owe it to yourself and dont forget the kids Thats when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy lives I wish this pain, would go away I wish this pain, would go away One day the pain is gonna stop I wish this pain, would go away One day theres gonna be no more pain I wish this pain, would go away Im tellin you man Now dont let these motherfuckers fuck your shit up God I dont give a fuck WHO it is Dont let em fuck yo paper man, please Big Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints Man fuck these niggas man Fuck these niggas man And Imma tell the same thing to you When you get your shit done, watch your money, and Hopefully, I pray for you, you be the shit And soon motherfuckers start screamin your name out Like they screamin all these other, so-called hot niggas Never take your eyes off that shit yo Try to get everything you can out of these motherfuckers yo Aint no guarantee they gonna love you next year... I wish this pain, would go away I wish this pain, would go away One day the pain is gonna stop I wish this pain, would go away One day theres gonna be no more pain I wish this pain, would go away One day the pain is gonna stop I wish this pain, would go away One day theres gonna be no more pain

B Side, B side, ha ha... Check it... So So Def... Bad Boy... Collaboration... The Notorious B.I.G. in the house... We got Da Brat in the house... And me, ha... Yall know who I be... Check it I got beats and beats that you love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what, I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck, cause your Correct way to get your groove on Flossed And I paid the costs, to be the boss as a kid Now I be the one that you cant mess with They thought luck did it, but it didnt cause Im back again Back with the B.I.G. and my new found friend Slidin in from the front, never way behind You tryin to figure how I came with this style of mine, remain In your seats as I release the clip Into your hip Brat and Biggie Smalls Aw shit On top of all that, Im So, So Remarkable flow, making competition know Aint an MC coming close to The Notorious B.I.G., baby baby Lay all night Everybody just, Lay all night I never knew that you never had a clue On who was the king of the street Four deep in a Range Rover jeep Guns under the seat And my man just came home from work, release Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air Now Biggie pass whats lit like you just dont care Yeah, youre on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs When Im pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist, baby No human being, Korean or European Be seein, what Big be seein, I leave em peein In they drawers, because Biggie Smalls Is far from weak Brat-tat-tat, please speak Just close your eyes, cause you already see The Notorious B.R.A.T The raw combination, destination Number one tote a gun with no hestiation Live with the Funkdafied cutie pie Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side If you mess with her, you got to mess with me And well be rapping at your eulogy, baby Lay all night Uh ay ay, Lay all night Ha ha Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak I got the Funk in my pocket, keep it locked down The soldier you know who represent them, platinum sounds Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy Didnt find nothin but truth In the hook be a pledging to wreck With a notorious hustler Ready To Die, I Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride Round the mountain, broke a left, hit, So So Def And told the homey JD I was the one above the rest, we Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach teachin me, how to really survive Whether it be, track or blunt, aint no need to front Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted Knucka We comin mass, his pimpin ass His glass is full of Moet, the Rolex is Bar-bayed, parkade B to the R-A-T Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen Lay all night Uh uh give it what you want give it what you want, Lay all night Oh yeah haha uh uh uh Lay back Listen to the B-Side Slide, glide, do whatever you want Get out your lighters, huh We be the rhyme writers Starters Hardest From the heart of College Park, New York Chicago Wherever you wanna go

Why niggas wanna clock me? Like that dance called the Tati Dont they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky Part I, part II, part III, niggas cant fuck with me My styles knock-kneed plum crazy Whos that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discotheques Its Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit Stayin high representin for the nine-quint Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye Why try mimic? MCs get broke like speed limits Niggas cant fuck with my metaphors Canin MCs like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wars Than Gump or Shore, put together catchin leathers On the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a Trick ho, what the Dread wont know wont hurt Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS? Its Kleps, the clothes wreckers Life interceptor, pussy collector Got your bitch on my dick and I aint even stressin her Check enough sex in her, my styles irregular Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the settlers Niggas say Oh my lord! Throw gats to Giuliani 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 Flavor like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach I strangle each -- negro for they dough Niggas get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin 560 V-12 engine, women spinnin In 929 Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha The ménage à trois around my way Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Acs Windows cracked, so sit back relax Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Berettas in the stash Niggas say Oh my lord! Niggas say Oh my lord! Niggas say Oh my lord! Niggas say Oh my lord! What you doin with yourself? Stone hearts the way to wealth Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt Money makes the world go round, robbin shit Fuck a job shit, niggas want cribs, bricks and spliffs All-wheel automobiles, traction control For clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game On the cell with bitches on hold, thats how we roll Rhymes now tight as hell so to the bank I stroll Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes Reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs -- -- the world is mine! Niggas frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets B.I.G. is repellent, to all that He say, she say We play, Russian roulette, fuck the threat Your whole crews vagina, you and your co-signer Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TVs in the dash Three Gs in the stash, see we love the cash More coke to make some more Niggas say Oh my lord! Niggas dont know bout my game, they dont know How complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses And the sex is for summer sports Passports for drug transports to remote resorts Bitches with Donna Karan Catwoman suits, matchin figure boots Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes My lyrics explicit Got bitches bringin they own condoms on the first visit If Biggie bring big bowls of beef Backin bitch niggas down, burners bring bundles of belief Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it J.M. sedated, quarantined B.I.G. for President, buckin shots past the spleen 9 millimeter dream, MAC-11 nightmares Electric chairs, which MCs do you fear? Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said Niggas disrespect just are dead...

Muthafucka, sometimes, you feel like a nut Thats what you do What we got here, uh, check it out Heres another one, uh, uh By the Notorious B.I.G Head, head, and mo head Representing for the bitches Head, head and mo head Check it out, check it out now, what Check it out, check it out now Check it out, check it out now, uh, uh I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up Aint that a slut, she even take it in the butt Fuck for about an hour, now she want a golden shower You didnt 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 Im swayze Recognize G, straight up, I cant 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 Lukes boat When the moon rises, Im 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 What you say ba-by Sometimes Biggie Smalls like busting nuts Sometimes Biggie Smalls like getting guts Sometimes yours truely like busting nuts Sometimes yours truely like getting guts I gotta fuck her in the butt snatch I gotta fuck her in her muthafucking pussy I gotta fuck her doggie-style now I gotta fuck her muthafucking doggie-style We gotta suck, fuck, 69 now We gotta suck, fuck, 60-muthafucking-9 But I tell you what I, I, I owe her one All the fellas in the house say this, This head is so damn good Tell them hoes Now all the ladies in the house say, This pussy it taste so damn good Tell them niggas Now all the fellas in the house say, say, This dick it taste so damn good Tell them hoes Sometimes Biggie Smalls like busting nuts Sometimes Biggie Smalls like getting guts Sometimes yours truely like busting nuts Sometimes yours truely like getting guts Biggie bag bitches from barbecues to Barmitzvahs The Big dont fit, use your lips cause Im feeling kinda itchy for a quicky Dont 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 dont 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 likeem 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 Yo, yo check it out, come on Now check, check, check, check it out, now My pee-pee has a first name Its D-I-C-K-Y My pee-pee has a best friend Its P-U-S-S-Y Now what I really wanna say Now what I really wanna say Is I hit it, eat it everyday Now, before we go, we wanna know If all the ladies in the house is strictly-dickly Say it, Say it, Say it, Now all the fellas in the house, all the fellas in the house Say, say, we are muthafucking strictly-clikly Say it, Say it, Say it, Now all the ladies in the house, all the ladies in the house I know we got to go now, I know we got to go now I know we got to go now So see you on the next page See you on the muthafucking next page Biatch!

Whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my niggas so other crews better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! Whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Yo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! The Group Homes down yo, flippin with West and me Charge a gap quick kid, best believe it, G Oh, I like to flip the script and have a track record Wreckin it swift, Im tellin ya to heck with tell to get with the Crazy hairy thinkin drinkin cripple drunken monkey Style back alley freaky ass to gas technique So peak, its about to get deep, we just kick Your Third Eye right open dont let your eyeball sleep The next step is the check, lets tell theses niggas whats up Cause we get freaky G, no, you cant get with me Save yourself the trouble step back, black, and dont even bother Word to Shop and Swift they get called in like Im your father Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! Aiyyo, its time for me to flow and get down with this Im pullin out my mic, spittin off some rounds to this I gotta known rep, so son you better slide out Cause when Im flippin, Ill be rippin your pride out So called gangsters play roles like in the movies Ought to save that, theyre way bad, you could never do me Im real as they come, Ill beat ya numb with my vocal tones Words hit like aluminum bats to your dome No charges against me cause Im jumpin the law man A-men, punks should cancel their plans As the invincible principle Gang, is gettin bigger Sayin peace to the Heavster rollin with a buncha of niggas Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! I bring drama like ya, spit on my momma Cannibalistic, like that nigga Jeffrey Dahmer Im a: cap peeler, girl stealer Coffin sealer, ex-drug dealer, huh? When I hit you with the blow of death, I leave nothing left I cook you up so quick, they call me Biggie Smalls the Chef My burners to my left, Im not the type to fight Im blowing up quick like a stick of dynamite So call 911, Biggies got a gun The gat to your back, Im smoking everyone Quick to pack clips and squeeze on the trigger Whos in the house, huh? A bunch of niggas Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! Like yo, beg your pardon, whoa When I put one to the head nuff funk shit startin Fine, so I headline for the public Get mine for my rap subjects Packed with potential, wisdom versatile elements To quench your sense, I get down so feel the mental Rhyme pro Im Rob-O, the super spectacular Brown skinned junior from Africa Blowin up so its, possible to freak See the highlight, in fly writing, dont give a I split when its through then its get with the Guinness brew And give a shoutout to my Uptown crew and still Im wreckin Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! Yo, here I go, here I go, here comes the man again gain Ruff with a pad and pen, so run go tell your friends Its the big belly babalu boogaloo big, boy And I got plenty honies theres no need for no sex toy Free me, slavery, let me go oh no no no No longer will you treat my beautiful sisters like theyre filthy hoes Never ran from static men to crew get dramatic And I get crazy respect from crazy crews with automatics Now push could come to shove because they love the way I flip a script And thats what keeps me kinda popular with all the honeydaps So look at me now, and tell me who is bigger? When Im on the block Im with my flock and Im rollin with a bunch of niggas Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! Well hello, hi, hello, hello, how you doing? Hi, hello, hi, hey, how you doing? Voltronic! Busta Rhymes comin with the mad ultrasonic Esophagus to rock it, wreckin niggas need to stop it You get your style busted thats just what they get for comin You want some?! Yes I know you want some of the talent But you can juice up, and emotionally get wicked To stick it, in your inner groove watch a nigga kick it Ohh hah, yo Bee, Busta Rhymes Be my niggan, never muggin, only lovin and huggin My niggas, as we get bigger we come diesel As masculine figures, L.O.N.S We gettin thicker with a bunch of niggas, yes A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! Whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! Ayo, whos on the microphone? A bunch of niggas! I got my crew so other niggas better leave us alone A bunch of niggas! Uh Theres no one in my category because I dont care what they think. Ima give you what I can give you, when Im over, when its done and said, when Ive made my last album because you dont appreciate the music no more, I will step away. But Im not gon step away without some nigga saying, That nigga Heavy D was rough in his day.

I go by M-I-N-E-O, but it really dont matter Bury me with no tombstone, I want you to know my daddy We dont seek Him, He come after We dont reach Him, He the ladder If you die and you dont know Him thats a weak end like a Saturday This one for my misfits, ah What Im saying is we aint bein statistics, not What I mean is the things you want me to get with God is already ticked with This is sin, case you missed it She might be fine like tickets Dont love Jesus, we cant kick it Cause I been there, wish I didnt Had to delete all them digits They say, Jesus why you sit with, the sinners and the wicked? He lookin for the sick because the well dont need physicians No we never fit in cause they look at how we livin Its evident that we giving every minute for the King Even though we trip we think about our provision And we get a couple sinners when we rest upon His name And this is how it all happened Adam fell, now its all bad, Michael Jackson Born sinner, born sinner This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson Was a bad boy but my name aint Diddy though Way I rock my beard they probably think I was from Philly though STL my home, you peep that bird on my fitted though Go on ahead and cut me up I dont think they can hear me though Bang that bass, drop that thing Go on ahead and let it flow Raspy voice from the South, but my name aint Mystikal Used to run up on them boys, they look like what that pistol for When Mike was rocking Billie Jean, I was a smooth criminal Im talking bad, Mike Jackson Thriller Im talking bad, jacket and zippers You lookin mad, like boy you trippin But Im talking past, Ive been forgiven Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat WIC cheese for dinner Daddy was gone, momma was gone Had no choice, I toted chrome Now I go and I preach the truth Same blocks I hustled on, thats bad Born sinner, born sinner This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson Born sinner, you know how the line goes Sardines with the wrath of God, this is mind blown Thats a big deal Rebel against the God who stretched the heavens with His own fingers like an iPhone Now what a relief, it shouldve been me But He didnt see it the same He took up the cross to give me His life The Truth created a way He couldve just thrown me away Instead He would offer His grace Somethin I didnt deserve so Im living for Him in the flesh And to die is my gain Let me say that, say that again He lived, He died, He rose to give me a raise Christ crucified, yeah, it happened Now it aint bad, all bad, Michael Jackson Born sinner, born sinner This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson I was headed to death at the least Fading with every breath til He beheaded the beast A victim, of my own, poison Impersonating a throne Persuaded two-toned hearse waitin An easy target for worst aiming Fragrant for birth a walking curse verbatim I was on that Kurt Cobain But aint the same this is that crowd flowa with no vain Catch me riding in a clutch Grim Reaper on my back But I never been much of a deep sleeper So excuse me for being eager to give them the truth Instead of feedin the streets ether Born sinner, born sinner This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson Its your boy, Bubba Watson Golf boys 1-1-6, Reach Records Ex-hustler! Michael Jackson, Im bad! I dont know, I forgot

Smile in your face Yeaaah Back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers The buddha got my brain seein my own my blood stains Dental records checkin my remains, its hard to explain First I see em then I dont, they disappear First she tried to slit my throat, now she aint there Im seein bitches in the mirrors behind me But when I turn around, they hard to find, see A little bit of weed and a little bit of greed Make a bitch wanna choke me til I bleed Now watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums That some young bum had to bust just for wreck Earn some self-respect, now should I tote a fo pound Cause a clown wants my autograph Broken off that hash I think he want my cash The Lexus and Range, give her sex simple and plain But these bitches is mad and they niggas is bad So they scheme on a cream, you know Fuck the hoes, bitches is detrimental, the guns is essential They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers Im havin re-occurrin dreams, bitches they want my cream They wanna be lieutenant so it seems, I cant sleep I see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed The shadow stops, points a Glock to my fuckin head I grab my pillow, crack the back window Pull out the tre-8, bust three times at the gate Lord, have mercy, the devil tryin to curse me I keeps seeing shit that wasnt there in the first See bitches be livin mad foul, they fuck my man Steal out my crib, then come and try and shake my hand Yeah man, breakin you down one time I packs that shit for your ass, chronic for your mind I keeps it real on all you bitches I wish you keep your mind off my motherfuckin riches Bitches, Im tired of all you hoes beggin me for clothes Bankrolls is all I knows, that shit is dead chicken head They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers The mornings finally here, damn, what should I wear? Time to get dressed and do my hair, once again its on Somebodys knockin at my door, but when I walk across the floor To scope it out, the motherfuckers gone Im hearin voices in the back of my mind Better grab my tool, cause this fool might get outta line I guess, its time to test, this bulletproof dress From puttin holes up in my chest Im lookin through the peep-hole to recognize the face I see three bitches and still I got to play it safe I hope my dress come in handy But when I open the door, three little girls sellin candy Ya see bitches is jealous of Lil Kim Because my clique is thicker than the rest of them All I wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch Clock dough on the low, you know? They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place Baaaaaack Smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers

Uh, uh Uh, uh-uh, uh Uh, uh-uh, uh Uh, uh Hey I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour Got my man a beat down to the third power He didnt care, spent the money in a half hour Got some fishscale, reigned on competition like a shower A .38, a lot of mouth was our only weapon We was kings till the Ds crept in; and now Im stressin Gave him half my paper, told em Go that route! Few months, he got his brain blown out, now Im missin him In your love Thats where Ill be, my baby In my heart Ill always keep you with me Not a day goes by Without you on my mind Ill be loving you for life Think about you all the time Its been a while But I can never forget your smile Seems like yesterday, you were in my arms I wasnt ready, ready for you to leave so soon No matter what I know youre in my heart His babys 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 couldnt stay in N.Y.? Im a thug, but I swear for three days I cried Id look in the sky and ask God why Cant look his baby girls in the eye; damn, Im missin him In your love Thats where Ill be, my baby In my heart Ill always keep you with me Not a day goes by Without you on my mind Ill be loving you for life Think about you all the time I been handling your death like the undertaker Keep you close to my heart like the pacemaker Damn, Im missin the way we used to kissin And you cookin your favourite dishin Fish n Spaghetti For you to die, I wasnt ready And life after death, aint been so fresh B-I-G, G-I-E Still a motherfuckin king of NYC Period! I cant you bring you back I had to deal with the pain But youre not around So much I wish I could say We still got your back I put that on everythin Never had the chance to say goodbye In your love Thats where Ill be, my baby In my heart Ill always keep you with me Not a day goes by Without you on my mind Ill be loving you for life Think about you all the time In your love Thats where Ill be, my baby In my heart Ill always keep you with me Not a day goes by Without you on my mind Ill be loving you for life Think about you all the time

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 dont get shot But i throw my vest on my chest Cause niggas is a mess It dont 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... 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 .22s in my shoes Holler if you need me love im in the house Roam and strollin see what the honeys is about Moet popping, hoe hopping, aint no stopping Big Poppa, Im a BAD BOY Niggas wanna front, who got your back? Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? It aint hard to tell Im the east coast overdoser Nigga you scared youre 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 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 Were 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 Lets leave calm Im 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!] Cant we just all get along? So i can put hickies on her chest like Lil Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon And its on, and Im gone Thats that 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 out

Born Again, pain The motherfuckin dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin motherfuckers out the box, I aint even go Now how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame? From doin flicks to bustin tricks out the fuckin frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got em duckin from my smokin Glock And bustin niggas asses 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 its on in the ghetto you aint heard? Niggas got they AKs headin for the burbs Aimin at them skin head bitches let it rain Givin em a wet welcome to the house of pain House of pain , house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain , house of pain , house of pain Welcome to the house of pain 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 dont take His moms run the church, so Ima see her at his fuckin wake Make way, the nigga paid me the other day Im walking with my son, and the nigga had somethin to say Hey, the nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted He shouldve watch Americans Most, Im listed For killin mothafuckers like him So Ima bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin Flim-flam, goddamn, Im not the one Before Ima choke him and smoke him Ima smack him with my fuckin gun Son youve made your last mistake and I dont know your name But welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain , house of pain , house of pain Welcome to the house of pain The country bud got me chokin Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8 shot fifth With the extra clip for that extra shit Dont 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 .22s in my Reebok shoes Payin dues, while kids was on their ones and twos, huh Now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin from my shoulder Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain Im livin in the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain , house of pain , house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain , house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain , house of pain , house of pain Welcome to the house of pain Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hanging 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 Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Im blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, its all good And if you dont know, now you know You know very well Who you are Dont let em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many Cause youre the only one Ill give you good and plenty I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And Im far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, its 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 And if you dont know, now you know You know very well Who you are Dont let em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many Cause youre the only one Ill give you good and plenty Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldnt picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two Gs flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin Celebrating every day, no more public housing 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 Damn right I like the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive And if you dont know, now you know You know very well Who you are Dont let em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many Cause youre the only one Ill give you good and plenty

Oh shit I dont know kid, I think its a party going on Oh, its the remix Check it, yeah muthafuckas What we about to do right about now We gonna get kinda funky I am the Puff Daddy And Im rolling with my man Biggie Smalls Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci And we about to do something new And we about to Check it, say what, say what Hey yo, whats the 411, hun? I know you got it going on Hey yo, whats the 411, hun? I know you got it going on As I sit back relax Steam a blunt, sip a Becks Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex Id probably go to jail For fucking Patti LaBelle Ooh Regina Belle, shed probably do me swell Jasmine Guy was fly Mariah Careys kinda scary Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary? Them jeans, they fittin like a glove I had a crush on you since Real Love Hold your horses Im a show ya who the boss of intercourse is Sex, Im taking no losses Even groups like SWV and TLC Cant see B.I.G. with telepathy The recipe, a picture hardcore with a gun Pimpin aint easy but its always fun When it comes to nuts, I bust em one by one So whats the 4-1-1, hun? Hey yo, whats the 411, hun? I know you got it going on Hey yo, whats the 411, hun? I know you got it going on Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next nigga? Seen you last week and your black ass couldnt speak You try to play like Mr. all of that But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat I dont have no time for no wham-bam thank you maam Gas me up, get me drunk and hit the skins and scram The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam Im not having it, no, Im not having it You got to do a lot more and its just how it be Im Mary Blige and you just aint running up in me I need a man whos looking out with some security So come correct with some respect, and then well see So if you with it, then drop the 7-digits And I might just give you a call If you aint with it then dont waste your time at all Biggie Smalls, and you dont stop All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life Ive looked for you And today your dreams come true You need me and I need you Love and lust is kinda special Things you seem to do divine This is ours to combine I know our love was meant to be Love is life and life is living Yeah, come on, I like Ah, I like Yeah, I like But check this muthafuckas That was Whats the 4-1-1 94 is here We gonna have something new for yall asses on this next album, man Yeah, we gonna have something new for your asses We gon keep it funky Yeah, its a Bad Boy thing Tumblin Dice, my man Rash on the remix tip Yeah, big shout to the Uptown crew, ugh To all the people across the nation Funk Nation that is, that supported the album My man Busta Rhymes, my man Grand Puba, check it Ugh, yeah, Big Dre in the house My man Buttnaked Tim Dawg, ugh Check it Jodeci, ugh, rock, rock on, yeah Dave Hall, yeah, rock, rock on

Hij is de mooiste jongen ter wereld Little Shawn Little Shawn Little Shawn Little Shawn Little Shawn Little Shawn Dig it, get on up and get down Now for now, I go twelve rounds, Im running rappers out of town Flip it on ya like a sixty two, so what you gonna do When im coming through, put it on You cant rap, your guns paralyze Then Little Shawns on the rise, I got the highs in ya eyes On the microphone its on, you all up in the zone And I stand alone with the Eagle at ya dome In the tombs, back on the map real soon Shoot at Shawn, im busting back with the poom In the hotel im freaking with ya girl its on Cause I got her pissy drunk off of Dom Come on Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Its Little Shawn and on the microphone im ill So write your will Cause wack rounds will get you killed for real Heres the deal, you can feel my shit I got veterans, callin it quits for liking hits I got the forty five knock with one up in the chamber On the microphone I bring the drama with the danger Dance, you dont stand a chance in here So get your gear Its nothing but the funk in here You know we in here I flip it on ya like OJ, but I wont run Im coming with a mask and gun, im blasting son Im with ya girlfriend and its on Cause I got her pissy drunk off of Dom Come on Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn I get off, when I get on and the mic is on I drop the bomb on fake niggas who sound the alarm That permit no harm From day one, six, seven had me on the run Like I had a trunk full of dirty guns Im takin dope from an African, stuck him up one time and im back again I took the kis and the thirty five gs in the safe And I do it again, cause Im followin Dominicans Then again it just might be a trap To blow me off the map with a head shot from my Glock, not I stuck a nigga now its on And I got your girl drunk off of Dom Come on Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Yeah, Brooklyns in the house Feel it nine five Come on, uh U-huh u-huh Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Come on, uh U-huh u-huh Red hot Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn

Im not wit none of that Standin around lookin cool and shit I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up And have some motherfuckin fun You understand what it means to be black? I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back I go by the name of the Puff Daddy But check this shit out Four, five As we proceed to give you what you need Sick of momma screamin that Get a job, nigga Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby mama screamin, your daughter twelve months Cant live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts Hangin with the niggas dont pay the bills And bein 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? Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, twenty Gs, nigga please Blew his brains out cause witnesses we dont need On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging wit 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 wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things Yeah, yeah, yeah I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga Now how you gon act wit my nigga? Just remember theres a gun to your dome And I will lick shots and run through your home Or better yet I put your son to the chrome Turn the music up and unplug the phone I will kill him, read my lips You too, motherfucker if I dont see no bricks See, I flips when I dont see no chips Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I dont care nigga I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, Gs motherfucker, freeze Cock sucker, you better bring the things out Before I blow your motherfucker frame out Nigga what On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging wit 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 wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things Hey yo Big niggas over here talkin shit Yo fuck that, Im gon check these niggas Fuck that, fuck that What you said? Speak up, I cant hear ya Oh, thought you was talkin to us, um, pardon me, my bad I shoulda known yall aint wanted with these three time losers The open surgeons heart removers Niggas think they gon stop my ones Put a contract out and stop yall lungs We powerful, dont think that all we got is guns We buy out everything you claim, including your name Mama bitch squeeze the life out of yall niggas Screw barkin, I take bites out of yall niggas Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it Fuck shootin windows nigga, I jumps through it With the all black hoodie, beat a nigga til he hurl Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl When it comes to my nigga B.I.G I wanna see all yall niggas D.I.E On the road to riches and diamond rings Real bitches do real things Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing Real bitches do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real bitches do real things Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing Real bitches do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging wit 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 wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things

x2 Even though Im fuckin with the po-po Them nigga know how I act in a low-low Slow mo, nigga check out my promo You mofos cant fuck with my mojo I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga To go for that nigga, I aint cha ho nigga I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggas Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun Killin niggas for fun, these rappers is done The bigger they come, the harder they fall I burn like the sun, continue to ball Hes got nuts and plus the Don touch And split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch Hes laid, with some sluts, up in some guts Just back, in the cut, he thinks hes King Tut Caint fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck That niggas, really love him and tear the city up Uhh, even though Im fuckin with the po-po Them nigga know how I act in the low-low x2 Who me? A nigga livin life like a G In that artillery keepin niggas off of me I cant sleep living in these wicked times Peep, niggas after me cause they see Im stacking Gs and heat You can holler if you want to please I aint runnin with no punk crew be Enemies and my range is on Youre in the danger zone My fuckin game is strong, hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine From hustling and busting them rhymes To my niggas up in Quentin Down on Rikers Isle stay rile But a nigga gotta use his styles These niggas dont know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style These niggas dont know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style x2 Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the pearly gates Fuck Him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talkin bout some praise the Lord shit Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her Id probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean With the fifth by the Gabardine What you expected from his next of kin Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake x

Uo-oh-oh Oh yeah, oh yeah, jeh Oh yeah-eh, uh yeah, jeh Skinny-kinny Flakk yeah, jeh Oye, au Tengo que salir de aquí Tengo que confiar en mí No hay dinero pa este mes Nada nos va a detener No pedimos nada más Solo una oportunidad Para llegar arriba Oh yeah, oh yeah Queríamos ser como Biggie Consumir la mejor droga, manejar Lamborghini Ganar un Grammy y salir en la TV Con mi shorty de la mano calentando un Phillie Estaba enamorao de una gata loca Pasábamos la tarde fumando mota Bajábamos al centro pa robarnos ropa Estaba loco por ella como un idiota Me puse a producir, mami, fui de los primeros En meter las cajas con estilo noventero En esos tiempos no se ganaba dinero Tábamos de obreros a cuatro grados bajo cero Buco me dio pasta pa grabar un vídeo nuevo Consiguió una cámara, también una modelo Dijo: Tú eres bueno Dani, el límite es el cielo Y es por eso que le quiero, baby Ahá Tengo que salir de aquí Tengo que confiar en mí No hay dinero pa este mes Nada nos va a detener No pedimos nada más Solo una oportunidad Para llegar arriba Oh yeah, oh yeah Ey, to lo que pasó, mami, ¿quién me iba a decir? Yo que me pasaba toa la noche sin dormir Mama, te lo juro que esto va por ti y por mí Encima del micro un calcetín, it was all a dream Ay loca, si tú supieras Aún recuerdo el parque, toa las borrachera Estábamo en la calle con un frío que pela Y con la music fuerte hasta que amaneciera Reyes de la ciudad Mira a esos chavales, siempre oliendo a marihua— Se la dábamos al que fuera menor de edad Así si venía la poli no pasaba na Bendiciones , a todo aquel que escucha mis canciones Ahora discos de oro como si fueran balones Este cabrón tá subiendo escalones, sí Quédate y no me abandones loco Ahá, yeah-yeah Tengo que salir de aquí Tengo que confiar en mí No hay dinero pa este mes Nada nos va a detener No pedimos nada más Solo una oportunidad Para llegar arriba Oh yeah, oh yeah Shout-out pa Itchy & Buco Sounds baby Shout-out pal Lexy Shout-out pa la Nely Shout-out pa toa la gente que ha estao ahí, cabrones os quiero Jaja, shout-out pal Dano Ziontifik got the juice baby, oye It was all a dream Eh, uh

DISC ONE CREDITS 1. Life After Death Intro Produced by Sean Puffy Combs & Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Co-Produced by The Notorious B.I.G Recorded by Manny Marroquin at NRG Recordings, Hollywood, CA Mixed by Lane Craven at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2. Somebodys Gotta Die Published by Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing, adm. by EMI-April Music, Inc./Nash Mack Publishing /July Six Publishing /Justin Combs Publishing, adm. by EMI-April Music, Inc. /Longitude Music Co. Produced by Nashiem Myrick, Carlos July Six Broady & Sean Puffy Combs for Top of New York, Inc./Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Prince Charles Alexander, Lane Craven, Rich July, Doug Wilson & Steve Jones at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Prince Charles Alexander & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Rasheed Goodlowe, Lorrenn Argumedes, Cornbread & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Strings Arranged by Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Contains samples from In the Rain, performed by The Dramatics. Courtesy of Fantasy Inc 3. Hypnotize Published by Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing, adm. by EMI-April Music, Inc./Justin Combs Publishing, adm. by EMI-April Music, Inc. /Mystery System Music /Almo Music Corp./Badazz Music Company Produced by Deric D-Dot Angelettie & Ron Amen-Ra Lawrence for the Mystery System, Inc./Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc. & Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Axel Niehaus at Caribbean Sound Basin, Trinidad, WI & Doug Wilson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Lane Craven & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC & The Hit Factory, NYC 2nd Engineers: Lynn Montrose, Lorrenn Argumedes, Rasheed Goodlowe & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Additional Post Production & Editing by Richard Younglord Frierson for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Background Vocals: Pam Young Contains interpolations from the composition La Di Da Di, written by Ricky Walters & Douglas Davis, published by Danica Music/Entertaining Music/Slick Rick Music . Used by permission. All rights reserved 4. Kick In the Door Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music, EMI Unart , Gifted Pearl Music EMI Produced by DJ Premier for Works of Mart Productions, Inc Recorded by Rich July & Diana Pedraza at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Eddie Sancho at D & D Recordings, NYC Contains samples of I Put a Spell on You, performed by Screamin Jay Hawkins, courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment. Used by permission. All rights reserved 5. Fuck You Tonight feat. R. Kelly Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music, Kevin Wales Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music Inc./Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music Inc. /R. Kelly Publishing Inc. adm. by Zomba Songs Inc. Produced by Daron Jones & Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Prince Charles Alexander, Lane Craven & Joe Pererra at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Axel Niehaus & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Doug Wilson & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC All instruments: Stevie J. & Daron Jones R. Kelly appears courtesy of Jive Records 6. Last Day feat. The L.O.X Published by Big Poppa Music, Dead Game Publishing, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music Inc./Juvenile Hell Music Produced by Havoc for Mobb Deep, Inc Co-produced by Sean Puffy Combs & Stevie J Recorded by Doug Wilson & Stephen Dent for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Lynn Montrose, Steve Jones & John JM Meredith for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 7. I Love the Dough feat. Jay Z & Angela Winbush Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music, B Mo EZ Publishing adm. by EMI April Music, Inc./A La Mode Music /Lil Lu Lu Publishing Produced by Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions Recorded by Michael Patterson, Stephen Dent & Doug Wilson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Rasheed Goodlowe, Lynn Montrose, Steve Jones & John JM Meredith for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Contains samples of from I Love You More performed by Rene & Angela courtesy of EMI Record Group. Used by permission. All rights reserved Jay Z appears courtesy of Roc-A-Fella Records Angela Winbush appears courtesy of Island Records, Inc 8. Whats Beef? Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music, Nash Mack Publishing /July Six Publishing Produced by Carlos July Six Broady & Nashiem Myrick for Top of New York, Inc./Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Co-produced by Paragon Recorded by Doug Wilson & Al Machera at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Rasheed Goodlowe & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC All instruments: Paragon & Carlos July Six Broady 9. B.I.G. Interlude Produced by The Notorious B.I.G. & Deric D-Dot Angelettie for the Mystery System, Inc./Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Steve Jones & John JM Meredith at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Joe Pererra at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineer: Lynn Montrose for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Contains samples of PSK written by Weaver Jr., published by Zomba Enterprises, Inc. , performed by Skooly D, courtesy of Jive Records. Used by permission. All rights reserved 10. Mo Money Mo Problems Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Amani Music/Bernards Other Music, Sony Songs, Inc., M. Betha Publishing ,/Tommy Jymi Inc. adm. by Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp. Produced by Stevie J. & Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Axel Niehaus at Caribbean Sound Basin, Trinidad, WI and by Doug Wilson & Lane Craven at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Tony Maserati & Sean Puffy Combs at The Hit Factory, NYC 2nd Engineers: Lorrenn Argumedes, Steve Jones & John JM Meredith for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Background vocals: Kelly Price Contains a sample from Im Comin Out performed by Diana Ross. Courtesy of Motown Records Company LP. Under license from Polygram Special Markets, a division of Polygram Group Distribution, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved 11. Niggas Bleed Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music, Nash Mack Publishing/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Amani Music Produced by Nashiem Myrick & Carlos July Six Broady for Top of New York, Inc./Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc. & by Sean Puffy Combs & Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Rich July, Lane Craven, Prince Charles Alexander, Doug Wilson & Rasheed Goodlowe at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineer: Rasheed Goodlowe, Lynn Montrose & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Harpsichord: Carlos July Six Broady 12. I Got a Story to Tell Published by Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing, adm. by EMI-April Music, Inc./Still Diggin Music, adm. by BMG Songs, Inc. Produced by Buck Wild for Still Diggin Productions Co-Produced by Chucky Thompson & Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Al Machete, Stephen Dent & Steve Jones at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Rasheed Goodlowe, Lynn Montrose, John JM Meredith & Lorrenn Argumedes for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC - DISC TWO CREDITS 1. Notorious Thugs Published by Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Mo Thugs Musik/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Amani Music Produced by Stevie J. & Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Manny Marroquin & Stephen Dent at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Rasheed Goodlowe, John JM Meredith & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Additional Vocals: Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone & Bizzy Bone of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone & Bizzy Bone of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony appear courtesy of Ruthless Records 2. Miss U Published by Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Brenda Richie Publishing/Brockman Music Produced by Kay-Gee for Illtown Records Ltd Recorded by Diana Pedraza & Michael Patterson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Lane Craven & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Lynn Montrose & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Background vocals: Daron Jones, Quinnes Parker, Michael Keith & Marvin Scandrick 3. Another feat. Lil Kim Published by Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music /Undeas Music /Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Amani Music/Sugar Biscuit Music Produced by Sean Puffy Combs & Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Lane Craven & Steve Jones at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Rich Travali, Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Additional programming by Deric D-Dot Angelettie Lil Kim appears courtesy of Undeas/Big Beat/Atlantic Records 4. Going Back to Cali Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/B Mo EZ Publishing adm. by EMI April Music Inc. /Saja Music Co./Songs of Lastrada/Rubber Band Music Produced by Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions Recorded by Michael Patterson, Stephen Dent & Doug Wilson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Rasheed Goodlowe, Lynn Montrose, Steve Jones & John JM Meredith for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 5. Ten Crack Commandments Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Gifted Pearl Music EMI Produced by DJ Premier by Works of Mart, Inc Recorded by Rich July, Diana Pedraza & Michael Patterson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Eddie Sancho at D & D Recordings, NYC 6. Playa Hater Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Amani Music /Nickelshoe Music Co. Inc. adm. by Ocean Drive Music , a division of Brookside Music Corp Produced by Sean Puffy Combs & Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded & Mixed by Michael Patterson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Special Guests: Ron Grant & Friends Background vocals: The Notorious B.I.G. & Keanna Henson Contains interpolations of Hey Love , published by Nickelshoe Music Co. Inc. adm. by Ocean Drive Music , a division of Brookside Music Corp 7. Nasty Boy Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Amani Music Produced by Sean Puffy Combs & Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Doug Wilson at Caribbean Sound Basin, Trinidad, WI & by Louis Alfred at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Lane Craven & Sean Puffy Combs at The Hit Factory & Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 8. Skys the Limit feat. 112 Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music /Clarks True Funk Music, Longitude Music /Blue Image Music , Zella Music , both divisions of Unidisc Music Inc Produced by Clark Kent for Superman Productions Recorded by Lane Crave, Prince Charles Alexander & Rich July at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Lorrenn Argumedes, Rasheed Goodlowe, Lynn Montrose & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Additional vocals: Daron Jones, Quinnes Parker, Michael Keith & Marvin Scandrick Contains a sample from My Flame written by Bobby Caldwell, published by The Music Force, Lindseyanne Music Inc., Longitude Music Co. . Performed by Bobby Caldwell, courtesy of Sin-Drome Records Ltd 9. The World Is Filled... feat. Too Short & Puff Daddy Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Lion Head Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music /Wind Tiger Music/Strand Music adm. by Zomba Songs Inc. Produced by Deric D-Dot Angelettie for The Mystery System, Inc./Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc. & by Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Axel Niehaus at Caribbean Sound Basin, Trinidad, WI and by Doug Wilson & Ben Garrison at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Tony Maserati & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Rasheed Goodlowe & John JM Meredith for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Additional vocals: Carl Thomas Contains samples of Spacewalk written by Ket Walker, published by Wind Tiger Music . Used by permission. All rights reserved Too Short appears courtesy of Jive Records 10. My Downfall feat. DMC Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Nash Mack Publishing /July Six Publishing /Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Protoons Inc./Rush Groove Produced by Carlos July Six Broady & Nashiem Myrick for Top of New York Inc./Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc. & by Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by Axel Niehaus at Caribbean Sound Basin, Trinidad, WI and by Doug Wilson & Stephen Dent at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Michael Patterson & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineer: Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Hammond Organ: Carlos July Six Broady Background vocals: Karen Anderson & Deborah Portia Neeley Rolle DMC appears courtesy of Profile Records, Inc 11. Long Kiss Goodnight Published by Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Ramecca Publishing/BMG Produced by RZA for Wu-Tang Productions Recorded by Doug Wilson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by RZA for Wu-Tang Productions & Michael Patterson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: Rasheed Goodlowe, Lynn Montrose & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 12. Youre Nobody Published by Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music/Amani Music /Boo Boo Beats/Famously Unknown Music Inc./Irving Music/WEP Music Corp. Produced by Sean Puffy Combs & Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment Inc Co-produced by DJ Enuff & Jiv Poss for Stress Entertainment Recorded by Prince Charles Alexander & Doug Wilson at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC Mixed by Paul Logus & Sean Puffy Combs at Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC 2nd Engineers: John JM Meredith & Steve Jones for Daddys House Recording Studios, NYC All instruments: Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Background vocals: Faith Evans - All interludes produced by Sean Puffy Combs & Stevie J. for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Co-produced by The Notorious B.I.G Mastered by Herb Powers at Powers House of Sound, NYC Executive Producer: Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Associate Executive Producer: Mark Pitts for ByStorm Entertaiment A&R Direction: Deric D-Dot Angelettie & Dan Evans Management: ByStorm Entertainment Art Direction & Design: )) Photography: Micahel Lavine Styling: Groovey Lew for Groovey Styles Wardrobe: 5001 Flavors Grooming: Barry White for Zoli - Thank Yous ℗ & © 1997 Bad Bay Records

Fuck Love, I hate Bonds Real Shit Don’t Need None Took Time To Realise, I’m Too Cold For These Bonds Fuck That, I’m Too Lost Heart Broken I’m Forever Searchin’ Imma Find Myself, With That I’m Certain Imma Find Love, Without It Hurtin’ I’ll Never Break And It’s Not Just The Love It’s The Lust Catching My Feelings Adrenaline Rush Please Do Not Blame Me You Wanted To Fuck And We’ve Got So Much Time Not To Rush All Of This Time That We Used To Be Love That Is The Reason That We Became One And My Heart Keeps On Pumping Adrenaline Rushing I’m Feeling The Love In My Veins They Can Function I’m Losing The Blood And My Brain That Don’t Function I’ll Never Give Into Another One (And My Heart Keeps On Pumping Adrenaline Rushing I’m Feeling The Love In My Veins They Can Function,) I’m Losing The Blood And My Brain That Don’t Function I’ll Never Give Into Another One Uh You And I Got So Much To Offer, And If You Approve, Well, We Will Start To Prosper We Will Both Never Change The Love I Prayed For Uh You And I Got So Much To Offer, And If You’re Well, We Will Start To Prosper We Will Both Never Change 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 Beds Completely Red, I’m Glad I’m Dead, A Worthless Fuckin’ Buddha Head. The Stress Building Up I Can’t, I Can’t Believe Suicides On My Fucking Mind, I Wanna Leave, I Swear To God I Feel Like Death Is Fucking Callin’ Me, But Nah, You Wouldn’t Understand. And If I Slit My Wrists I’m Off This Shit All Through Without The Often It R.I.P To The Lusting Shit But For The Ones That Are Still Alive I Do This Shit To Help Survive I Do This Shit To The Day I Die Yeah

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! Im sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick Give your testicles a swift kick aint that some shit Am I hard-hardcore harder than the Plymouth It aint no myth. Its a nigga with a spliff And a chrome four-fifth pressed on yo back So what you want nigga? How you wanna act? Im 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 hes singing sad songs with Elvis Three to the head, bout six cross the pelvis You fuck with the high die you die Youre the same motherfucker If you look up in the sky I want some old nex shit Suplex shit Hardcore sex shit 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! 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 dont 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! 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! 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, tryna take my track When I used to sell crack I aint 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 its like indecent Stuck to your ass like tissue when youre wiping fast MCs have a hard time believin Im marked with death hard to kill like Steven With Jacob Im leavin the black mans motto: You got a better chance playing lotto 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!

Oh... Cali? No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt West West yall, pile it on your plate A little somethin somethin from the Golden State Nah, we aint like Kobe and Shaq Its Magic and Kareem nigga, Showtime is back True legends, two steppin on you peasants What yall thought, yall gon need bout two vests Cause we he plug, I plug Mixed shot with the slug, listen here cuh When I dig dug - play slick and get stuck But dont play tough boy, go and get it up Hey yo Cube, tell me this Why half of the homies gettin worked by a bitch? Then they fall in love and get hurt by a bitch Nine months later cus got murked by a bitch See Im just a nigga that ya dont wanna Reverse the game on her, put the bitch on a corner Welcome to California LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt Come hit the town, drop down nigga L-A-X, top down nigga Im scoopin you up, ya rollin or what? I know what ya came for, Im rollin it up Snoop Dogg nigga, yall hold up Never thought Ice Cube would show up But Im in the studio gettin fucked up With a beat from Battlecat, a nigga lucked up I got my hustle down, look and learn See how a hot nigga, cook and burn A nigga earn like David Stern Mixed with Big Worm when he off that sherm Now - bust a u-turn, come by your hood For motherfuckers that think I went Hollywood Pick a Coast, it got to be the West I live out there, from the W.S. nigga LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby Fell asleep on the plane, and so did he Woke up chillin in the LBC I grew up in the NHC But that aint what I turned out to be Understand me that Im still a G Who aint never spent a day in the penitentiary Now Im rappin with Snoop D-O double-G And got the whole fuckin world nigga lovin me Yep yep, they love him to death Cause he walk under water, without gettin wet Roll through the neighborhood without gettin checked So gone and so blown, are we there yet? You wonder why I got the S on my chest Cause Im a motherfuckin vet from the Wild Wild West I used to sing Bennie and the Jets Nigga so boss now I sip Henny on my jets From the East back to the West LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt LAX Oh... Cali? No doubt baby No doubt

Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious Niggas now whos the mind blower, the weed grower Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower B.I.G. top notch with the Glock check your pockets And your sock its just the way my pops taught me When you throw the drop check em thoroughly The bastard might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggas dont make no moves When Im slingin in the hood I dont fake no moves aight Reminiscin on my swingin days When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves Yea she had the Gucci boots I had Sarducci suits Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown Mac-11 cocked back niggas better duck down Face down you know the routine the cream Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get Gs Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed Im under pressure the stress will have me drinkin Thinkin niggas after me much too paranoid to blink Wonder why the police dont want to see me stackin Gs They after a playa but I wont let em capture me I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine I cant sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber Preoccupied with homocide my lifes in danger Rollin down the four-five beware of stangers Hand on my 4-5 thats what the fame does Im probably wrong but Ill never know it till Im gone From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me Before the penitentiary

1. Intro Produced by Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment Recorded & Mixed by Bassy Bob Brockman at The Hit Factory, New York Contains samples of Super Fly performed and written by Curtis Mayfield, published by Warner-Tamerlane . Courtesy of Custom Records Contains samples of Rappers Delight performed by Sugar Hill Gang, written by S. Robinson, H. Jackson, M. Wright, G. OBrien, published by Sugar Hill Music, Inc. . Courtesy of Sugar Hill Records Contains samples of Top Billin performed by Audio Two, written by N. Robinson, K. Robinson, published by First Priority Music, adm. by MCA Music. Courtesy of Atlantic East/West Records by arrangement with Warner Special Products 2. Things Done Changed Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Next Class Music Produced by Darnell Scott for Hi-Class Productions Recorded & Mixed by Bassy Bob Brockman at Soundtrack Recording Studio, New York 3. Gimme the Loot Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April , Bee Mo Easy Music adm by EMI-April Music , Almo Irving Music Corporation , Zomba Enterprises Inc., Zomba Songs Inc., Ensign Music LLC , Bridgeport Music Inc. Produced by Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions Recorded & Mixed by Greg Pinto at The Hit Factory, New York Contains samples of Just to Get a Rep performed by Gangstarr, written by Keith Elam and Chris Martin. Published by Almo/Irving. Courtesy of Chrysalis Music Contains samples of Throw Ya Gunz performed by Onyx written by F. Scruggs, K. Jones, T. Taylor, C. Parker published by Zomba Enterprises Inc. and Zomba Songs Inc Contains elements of Scenario performed by A Tribe Called Quest written by K. Fareed, J. Jackson, B. Higgins, M. Taylor, A. Jones-Muhammad, T. Smith, published by Zomba Enterprises , Ensign Music LLC Gimme the Loot contains elements from Singing In the Morning - Bridge port Music Inc. , Westbound Records, Inc. - used with permission 4. Machine Gun Funk Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Bee Mo Easy Music adm. by EMI-April Music , Marley Marl Music, L.O.T.U.G. Music adm. by EMI-April , Ghetto Man Music , Almo Irving Music Produced by Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions Recorded by Bassy Bob Brockman at Soundtrack Recording Studio, New York Mixed by Rich Keller at Sony Studios, New York, NY Mix assistant: Alonzo Vargas Contains samples of Chief Rocka performed by Lords of the Underground, written by M. Williams, A. Wardrick, D. Kelly, K. Hansford, C. Martin and K. Elam. Published by Marley Marl Music, L.O.T.U.G. Music adm. by EMI-April , Ghetto Man Music and Almo Irving Music . Used courtesy of EMI Music Group 5. Warning Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Bee Mo Easy Music adm. by EMI-April Music , Casa David , New Hidden Valley Music Produced by Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions Recorded & Mixed by Rich Travali at Sound on Sound Recordings, Inc., New York Contains samples of Walk On By performed by Isaac Hayes, written by Hal David and Burt Bacharach, published by Casa David and New Hidden Valley Music . Courtesy of Stax/Fantasy Records 6. Ready to Die Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Bee Mo Easy Music adm. by EMI-April Music , Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Jamie Music Produced by Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions Recorded by Mario Rodriguez at Soundtrack Recording Studio, New York Mixed by Rich Keller at Sony Studios, New York, NY Mix assistant: Alonzo Vargas Contains elements of Yes, Im Ready written by B. Mason, published by Jamie Music Co. 7. One More Chance Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Ninth Street Tunnel Music adm. by Sony ATV Songs LLC , Distant Beats Produced by Norman & Digga/Bluez Brothers, Carl Chucky Thompson and Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded & Mixed by Rich Travali at The Hit Factory, New York Instruments: Carl Chucky Thompson 8. Fuck Me Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music , Justin Combs Publishing adm. EMI April Produced by Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded & Mixed by Prince Charles Alexander at The Hit Factory, New York 9. The What Performed by The Notorious B.I.G. and Method Man Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April , Bee Mo Easy Music adm. by EMI-April Music , Razor Sharp Music Produced by Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions Recorded & Mixed by Bill Esses at The Hit Factory, New York Method Man appears courtesy of Def Jam Recordings 10. Juicy Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April , Justin Combs Publishing adm. EMI-April Music , Jumping Beans Songs LLC o/b/o 12 & Under , Mtume Publishing Produced by Jean Poke Oliver for Track-Masters Productions, Inc. and Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded & Mixed by Mario Rodriguez at The HIt Factory, New York Additional vocals by Total Contains samples of Juicy Fruit performed by Mtume written by James Mtume, published by Mtume Publishing . Courtesy of Sony Music 11. Everyday Struggle Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Distant Beats , Masong Music Produced by Norman & Digga/Bluez Brothers Recorded and Mixed by Rich Travali at The Hit Factory, New York Contains samples of Either Way performed and written by D. Grusin, H. Mason, published by Masong Music . Courtesy of Arista/GRP 12. Me & My Bitch Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Ninth Street Tunnel Music adm. by Sony ATV Songs LLC , Distant Beats Produced by Norman & Digga/Bluez Brothers, Carl Chucky Thompson and Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded by John Wydrycs at Chung King House of Metal, New York Mixed by Rich Travali at The Hit Factory, New York Instruments by Carl Chucky Thompson Womans voice: Sybil Pennix 13. Big Poppa Big Poppa Music, Justing Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April , Bovina Music Inc. adm. by EMI-April Music Produced by Carl Chucky Thompson and Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded & mixed by Rich Travail at The Hit Factory, New York Contains samples of Between the Sheets performed by The Isley Brothers written by R. Isley, R. Isely, O. Isley, E. Isley, M. Isley, C. Jasper, published by Bovina Music Inc. adm. by EMI-April Music . Courtesy of Sony Records 14. Respect Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Diana King Publishing adm. by Masong Music, EMI Longitude Music Produced by Jean Poke Oliver for Track-Masters Productions, Inc. and Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Recorded & Mixed by Mario Rodriguez at The Hit Factory Additional vocals by Diana King Contains samples of I Get Lifted performed by George McCrae, written by H. Casey, published by EMI Longitude Music . Courtesy of 3 Deep Records/Rhino 15. Friend of Mine Big Poppa Music/Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI April Music , Bee Mo Easy Music adm. by EMI-April Music , Cititeech, Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. Produced by Easy Mo Bee for Bee Mo Easy Productions Recorded & Mixed by Bassy Bob Brockman at The Hit Factory, New York Contains samples of Vicious performed and written by Black Mambo, published by Cititeech. Courtesy of Garage Records Contains samples of Spirit of the Boogie performed by Kool & the Gang, written by R. Bell D. Boyce, R. Mickens, O. Nash, R. Westfield, D. Thomas, G. Brown, C. Smith, published by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. . Courtesy of Polygram Label Group 16. Unbelievable Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing arm by EMI-April , Gifted Pearl Music Adm. by EMI-April Music , R. Kelly Publishing Inc. adm. by Zomba Songs Produced by DJ Premier For Works of Mart, Inc Recorded by Norty Cotto. Mixed by Eddie Sancho Recorded & mixed at D&D Recording Studio, New York Contains samples and excerpts of Your Bodys Callin performed and written by R. Kelly, published by R. Kelly Publishing arm by Zomba Songs . Courtesy of Jive Records 17. Suicidal Thoughts Big Poppa Music, Justin Combs Publishing adm. by EMI-April Music , Technician Tunes Produced by Lord Finesse for Funky Man Productions Recorded & mixed by Bassy Bob Brockman at The Hit Factory, New York - Executive Producer: Sean Puffy Combs for Bad Boy Entertainment, Inc Associate Executive Producer: Mr. Cee A&R Coordinator: Gwendolyn Watts-Niles Photography: Butch Bel Air

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 Smoking weed and Bambu, sipping 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 Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski Im blowing up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood Its all good New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh Theres nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Lets hear it for New York I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And Im far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, its the Brooklyn way The Moet 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 Putting 5 karats in my baby girls ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And its still all good Like a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley They said youd murk me, by the time I was twenty one That shit disturbed me, but you never hurt me Hello Brooklyn, if we had a daughter Guess what Im a call her, Brooklyn Carter When I left you for Virginia, it didnt offend ya Cause you know I only stepped out to get dinner And Im eating, so much I bought extra So much so the dinners now turn into breakfast I only roll Lexus, to hug your road I love your corners, Im half your soul

Uhh Uhh Uhh Lookin at my Rollie, its about that time For SWV to drop a gem on mine Playas talk the talk but they cant walk it We make the whole country bounce when we New York it Dont speak about it, be about it Seein Puff on your tube, feelin weak about it I got the skill of an actor , wind chill factor Minus five five, coolest man alive Baby, who that is? Oh, thats just Puff Daddy Keep you on my mind, like I keep me on my shine And I feel fine Sex real time While Im in your deck on rewind Oh I make it hot, till youre jellin what PD got Since PD rock , see me not So many bricks I build a tenament Well do the freaky thing baby girl If youre into it Im looking for a lover that Can make a sacrifice A lover that will understand Will always be by my side I pray the Lord so I can find My Mr. Right So who can it be The one for me I need Someone that I can believe Someone to satisfy me I need love Ohhh ohh ohh Someone whos faithful and true Oh baby, can it be you? I need love Oh, can it be that youre the one And Ive been too blind to see Youre everything Ill ever need Someone will love me for me I wanna know, I wanna see My destiny If your love is true Ill love you too Cuz I need Someone that I can believe Someone to satisfy me I need love Ohhh ohh ohh Someone whos faithful and true Oh baby, can it be you? I need love Ohh, someone, someone Someone that I can believe Someone to satisfy me I need love Looooove, someone Someone whos faithful and true Oh baby, can it be you? I need love Looove, looove You could be the one Love of a lifetime Oh baby, can it be the one for me? I need to know Want you to be mine Baby, why cant you be my everything? Check this out You all know the Steves, SWVs Gone for a minute Chillin cross seas Back on the scene Pocket full of cream, now Gone so long thought they was locked in the Penile Meanwhile They be bumpin in the clubs Can we get freaky tonight, sho nuff Puff and J-Dub Platinium stats , plush oriental rugs, and platinium plaques Come on You could be the one Love of a lifetime Oh baby, can it be the one for me? I need to know Want you to be mine Baby, why cant you be my everything? I neeeed Someone that I can believe Someone to satisfy me I need love Looooove, looove, someone Someone whos faithful and true Oh baby, can it be you? I need love Ohh, someone, someone

From the east coast ballers to the west coast riders DJ U-Neek and Violator presents The ghettos top dogs. Ha ha ha... Were standing strong So come on Get your flow on I went from construction Timbs to Acs with rims Flippin mixtapes To bitches feedin me grapes Peep my mind state Big Poppa flow is lethal That weed make my ass wanna kill four people Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars Blindfold you when you step in the car Thats that superstar status apparatus More wins than Cassius Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9 Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline I want a presidential Roley So I crush MCs to guacamole makin Robin scream Holy Moley! Big Poppa, fuck a cape Im that Paper Crusader Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor So its me, myself and I know, my own Lord and master When your ass was born it was all on the loan and When its time to die youll be all alone so Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and Start takin care of your own, nigga Everybodys schemin with the nature of a sinner So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner I gots to fight back against the powers that be Cause the powers that be be tryin to fight me Standin at the crossroads but I wasnt by myself Some take the right and some take the lefts, but Lo and behold, what do I see? In the distance, some resistance Well, I travel the land like my man in Kung Fu Moshin up this hip hop scene with my Digable crew Now you and I know the science so dont front Cause Brooklyn wont front, naw, we dont front In fact, its gettin like a daily operation Cee Knowledge born represents my young nation And Im facin opposition in every form So my man choose Squad 7, ours is on the swarm Like crazily cause it dont pay to be A black man in the land of mental slavery They say cash rules everything around me, true So what I gotta do to be as lavish as you? I dont roll with no crew that do the same ol same So I travel the seventh plane by the way of Coltrane And thats an ill thought, niggas get caught in my wisdom Because the number sevens like the master of a rhythm It aint surprisin these motherfuckers still hatin They must dont know, I aint that nigga to be played with Its been stated, way back in 88 That a nigga like Mikell stomp the head of a snake My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground And fakes fell when my heat made a sound Now, all the non-believers gonna fall When my niggas make the fuckin final call We started out small, now we got it steppin nationwide 1995, how many heads are gonna fly? With that rootin tootin southside shootin Bootin any nigga who aint troopin with Huey Newton Fuck disputin when its time for a change Nigga what you gon do when we rearrange the game? Blow em out the frame with new ideas Wes about the gang lyrics, puttin it down out here Were standing strong So come on Get your flow on I step in the jam with the God on my side And the God S.T. is still waitin in the ride, so I Step to the DJ and tell the DJ, Yo throw the wax on How many MCs must get dissed? The mist from the blunt smoke decides whos next on my list Can you feel the hiss from the snake movin my direction? No U-turn, youre gettin burned from the sun in my intersection The God has spoken, sword strokin If you think you ready for a fair one, pay your token On my soul train, control your brain Buck Town representative break it down like a key of cocaine Straight from the lab And I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs Fuck it Huh, its that Funkdelic, Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it Fuck the vest, niggas better start puttin on helmets I roam the streets where theres no peace, relax Funk comin in stacks, bullets hummin from gats So I duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck Im jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers That caused the ruckus, then I fix a few stitches Bladow! Blast my style pack like Luke bitches I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame Like Liu Kang burning your membranes when the wind change Mad explicit when splifted, my scriptures Leavin your mic boney like that Tales of The Crypt bitch All yall niggas suck my balls one time While I unwind, now Im bustin your ass counter clockwise I get dumb, but dumber, while your vision blurred For all the loo-hoo, za-hurrs Ayo, mayday mayday! Raise the white flag, let the pants sag Fuck a drag Yeah, its the low down and Im low-key, The O.G Niggas know me , so take it easy like Moby The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal On the subliminal watch what your women do All the bitches wanna know why the frames I Thats just the Glock, that glare from the Bear witness Precaution too severe Yeah, creep around, bro, on the down low Let off a round slow And leave you in a puddle Breaker breaker one nine cause It aint no sunshine, it aint no sunshine Its like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Its like that Hey yo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped I grabs the mic and do what the fuck I want Ill outlast any blunt, White Owl, Philly, or a Dutch Master Raw like a natural disaster As I crack ya, ass like cheap plaster I might bash ya, while my tongue lash ya When the Rock rolls I crash ya, leave ya like a car wreck Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tech And I slash ya, after Im sure that youre ghost I go see my bro with the fro and we toast All the punks pon the planet, plus every single fool Cause without all of yall, Helter Skelter wouldnt rule And we do Puttin your shit to tha pave, endin up meetin the gauge Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazed But they never did phase Bone My deadly pistol brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses Put em all in a coffin, ya dearly departed, better off Been labeled a psychopath, fall down with a buck and a blast, when given my chance You niggas who fearin my sawed-off, put me to rest, so fast to blast So if you thinkin of kickin it, you best be packin your shit you bitch Not that it makes a difference, cause Im mowing you down with the quickness Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin em once again And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend But see what they win is that MAC-10 Theres never another to go with a brother, Ill smother a sucker And go undercover, we leave em in gutters, they claim to get down But come through with the sucka that squealed on the murder? Creep with the street sweeper When I reap I pray the bulletll put in much work Put in much dirt, wet shirt, puttin the bullet just where it hurts and umm.. Wit a me Tech I stepped up, runnin wit a buck Po-Pos wont let a me duck, gonna be a set up, wet up Get em when I get em, Bone dont let up Were standing strong So come on Get your flow on Ayo, Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre Rollin on Crews like Pirellies on Acuras If you dont believe my steez is real You can check the emptiness of my Glock nine mil It dont matter which way you come I still be the nigga callin shots with the gun I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run None, Is about to fuck with the sun Mally G I never kick a rhyme for free Function rap skills, I come live like T.V. For all of yall, I come across to be real With super shit like Fall Guy And lines to make them all die Infrared beams, mind full of schemes 95 until, keep it real, get the cream Hey you, dont you dare give me no type of argument All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness You better believe every time we come, we come hard The undisputed truth is that the black man is God Now every time I turn around my people start subtractin They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it Right before you lose it, Ima hit you with my music Im frying up shit sizzling like cyanide Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, ha! Those who commit the ultimate crimes Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes Get yo shit drawers up out my hamper Young survivalist represent the next Black Panther Where you from, fool? Bustin caps on that ass, real niggas stay hard Sex and ass like the man Uncle Sam The hardest motherfucker recorded on Past Scam And when I die, please bury me a G The fascia was, and bright flowers aint necessary I fantasize dead bodies in a creek Wake up in the morning screamin murder in my sleep Im goin crazy, Lord have mercy A hellraisin thug, somebody save me Were standing strong So come on Get your flow on Were standing strong So come on Get your flow on

One time, one time, nigga, one time! Runnin from the police No matter what I do, they got a nigga Still runnin from the police I aint got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble Licking shots to they block, leavin bloody blood puddles For some ridahs delight, now we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight Its on me, but if I die, bury me a motherfucking G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug life motherfucker, got me runnin from the police They got me runnin from the police Nigga, you know thats true Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crew Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re The O.J. and its all okay To that fuckin fake cop, got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it dont spill Nigga chill, shit is real, cock back my steel Still runnin from the police, I gets no sleep I got you peepin in my window, while Im smokin indo But I aint no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep Like Big Malcolm, runnin through motherfuckers backyards So I grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin, these bitches is runnin from me Lick shots, hit spots off on my piece Cause a nigga like Big Malcolm is through runnin from the police Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them cant gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots And took the crooked route to Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus Check it, I grew up, a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White And we got the workers choppin rock, fiends by the flock And we gettin it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin it Im lettin off smoke, hope they dont play me for no joke And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel Lets serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga, Im too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them cant gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me But still Im havin memories of high speed when the cops crashed As I laugh, pushin the gas when my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts? Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies, now the whole worlds tryna screw me Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? But stay true, sippin 22s of brew And now media is tryna test me Got the press askin questions, tryna stress me Misery is all I see, thats my mind state My history with the police will shake the crime rate My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped He screamed Thug Life! and emptied the clip Got tired of runnin from the police Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them cant gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me

Woah, Lord, shawty, just shut the fuck up But Im still gon pay you no attention Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon miss it I know you hear me on the radio I know Im better than your other hoes But Im still gon pay you no attention Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon miss it He a slut, he a ho, he a freak Got a different broad every day of the week, uh Mama said real men dont cheat So how about you, her and me for the three? Uh Lace on fleek, flash last week No scratch, no weave, no track, no meet Just facts, no cap, uh, no, sirree All black Vs, back to back like Meek I know you hear me on the radio I know Im better than your other hoes But Im still gon pay you no attention Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon miss it I know you hear me on the radio I know Im better than your other hoes But Im still gon pay you no attention Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon miss it Might DJ, shawty, dont scratch Bitches gon hate, shawty gon scrap One more time for the hustlers in the back Re-in up, rewind, bring the whole thing back Tracks dont fade like my name Tat Where the thing at? Where the—where the thing at? Fi-fi-fight break out like where we hang at Where the thing at? Where the—where the thing at? Right I know you hear me on the radio I know Im better than your other hoes But Im still gon pay you no attention Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon miss it I know you hear me on the radio I know Im better than your other hoes But Im still gon pay you no attention Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon miss it Woah, Lord, shawty, just shut the fuck up Gettin money, gettin money, gettin money, boy Gettin money, gettin money, gettin money, boy Money, money Money, money, money Money, money, money Money, money, money Money, money, money Money, money Queen diva, queen diva You better believe her, you better believe her Queen diva, queen diva You better believe her, you better believe her Queen diva, queen diva You better believe her, you better believe her Queen diva, queen diva You better believe her, you better believe her I know you hear me on the radio I know Im better than your other hoes But Im still gon pay you no attention Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon miss it I know you hear me on the radio I know Im better than your other hoes But Im still gon pay you no attention Gotta let you see this pussy, you gon miss it

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 Yall know what time it is I get paid, you get slayed Everybody hit the motherfucking floor Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed 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 , yall freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit When I get ill, my skills simply amazing A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills Sinking deep up in your bed, then yall bring all 2 of them Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know? Them niggas from the ghetto, no, we dont be bullshitting 1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped Cause Im 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, Im not trying to hear that Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at Let me get that, man, Im with that Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch, now let me hit that The night tripper, script flipper Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper Nobodys ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar Look mom, Im blowing up Your little son is doing stickups Yo, yo, fuck that, Im here to bust up out a crack track In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack Think Im 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 thumps 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 So dont 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 Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed Here yee, have you heard of me, 93 Take a look-sie, you dont even know me Well, I flip that shit like them racist niggas up in California See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that Fuck that, having that Im on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine I may burn your priest yo My nigga West is kinda Schizo, Im psycho Leave us alone, we can hold our own Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond I be wettin niggas mortuaries up, they wouldnt know it Wheres the funeral, burial? Im coming strapped Its that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back Im the gat toter , body bloater Hudson River , nigga shipper Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost But I got stacks thatll attack any wack host Introducing- yo, fuck that niggas name My hip hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, because my rhymes hardcore Thats why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs Im burn, Im burning hot Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just wont know Im homicidal when you enter the target Niggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit Thats why I take em out quick The mics 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 youre—knock, knock, knock, whos there? Another motherfucking heart rock Slacking on your macking cause raws what you lack Dont wanna react, but just bring it on back Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup I get paid, you get slayed Let me begin, the .357s to your abdomen Shh, listen, Biggies on a mission Im 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, whos the boss? I got the gun and make you Jump like Kriss Kross And when I squeeze, nigga please

Hi Im Voletta Wallace, Biggies 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 LLs 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 sons 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 sons life That would have allowed him to be here today I would have deterred him from a career in music Im aware that millions appreciate his music, millions loved his music Be that it may if he hadnt 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 gave

{Intro:] Yo Imma smoke this nigga, man.. What the fuck yall doin man? You fuckin with the jam master As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight) I aint fuckin with you niggas, I aint 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! I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Lil Cease Nigga please, blood floods your dungarees And thats 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 thats on the low though Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show I pull out fo-fos, 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 girls nipples be The game sour like a pickle be, yall know da rules Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin bout All the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through Now the years 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 aint mad at ya Blood rushin, concussions, aint 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 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 What, what, what, what? Im 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 cant touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy Youre 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! 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 Frank White the menacing, Chron-Chrons 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 wont date you Thats why I relate to, choke yo ass out til your face blue Make you, open the safe too No matter how you call it This brolic, alcoholic Like his weed greend 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 Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight 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 dont give these bitch-ass niggas a chance to make a record coming back just to sell a few units Faggots! Old dirty half-ass niggas, man..

Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think niggas is tryna kill me Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel See niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now theyre petrified bitches Im tryna be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til Im gone Bitches be warned, word is bond youll get torn Im bustin on Giuliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong And then its on, before I leave picture me Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it This Thug Life, nigga we dont cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the pearly gates Fuck Him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talkin bout some praise the Lord shit Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her Id probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean With the fifth by the Gabardine What you expected from his next of kin Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Some say Im crazy, these punk-ass cops cant fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when hed tell me not to smoke Daaamn, dont get me started
My mama smoked so goddamn much
When she was pregnant Im surprised I aint retarded At night I cant sleep, count sheep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the mornin See the blood in the hall from the murder scene Dont cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto niggas lullaby On the corner, where the niggas slang they crack And the undercovers jack those that dont watch they back I daydream about the dope world Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl My mossberg goes BOOM Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm

Huh, check it up, check it up now Check it up, check it up now Check it up, check it up now Huh, huh, hm I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up Aint that a slut? Hell naw, you be doin too much She even take it in the butt, nigga, yeah, yeah, what? Recognize G, straight up, I cant knock ya Boy, you know you love it when I call you Big Poppa You talkin shit but whenever Im gone, you be ringin my phone Bring yo ass on home I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, this is the fly way With the flyest bitch, gettin head on the highway My way deep throat on Lukes boat When the moon rises, Im cumin in her eyes-es Just the way players play Leave it up to me, I get fucked all day Sucked all day, smokin blunts, countin cheese My baby is all I need That I aint givin it up to nobody but you It aint never too much to freaky for ya The sexy things you do, they put me in the mood Cant get enough of the things that you do Every time we touch, you givin me a rush Im ready come out my clothes Look in to your eyes, Im feelin your vibe Im losin all control Youre takin me to Ecstasy And you know that you are makin me weak Boy, you got that good thang, so come put it on me I love the way you do it to me baby Boy, Im gettin hot, cant wait to get you home Let you hit from the back, sex game strong Take me to paradise, I want to all night That I aint givin it up to nobody but you It aint never too much to freaky for ya The sexy things you do, they put me in the mood Cant get enough of the things that you do Biggie bag bitches from barbecues to barmitzvahs The big don’t fit, use your lips cause.. Fuckin with me, you know what you get You be havin a fit over my lip, yeah Im feelin kinda itchy for a quickie Dont take off your coat, all you got to do is lick me Me eat you, I beat you Baby, you can do whatever you want to me Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me? You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby These bomb-ass chicks aint ready for you 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 Take it real slow, you can take your time I wanna cum on your tongue and gums, all night Baby, you know.... That I aint givin it up to nobody but you It aint never too much to freaky for ya The sexy things you do, they put me in the mood Cant get enough of the things that you do

All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From staying in my business, what is this, relentless Approach to know if Im broke or not Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Dont mean I dont tote the Glock 16 shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfucking meet again Im doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the ave, Im real hard to find now Cause Im knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits Ill make you prove that its bulletproof Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick The funk, baby [Chorus 2x} They wanna bury me, Im worried, Im losing my mind Look down the barrel of my 9, and my visions blurry Never will I die, Ill be back Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack, put the pistol to my head Damned if I dont, and damned if a nigga do Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too RAISE UP, and dont 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 Aint 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 Aint a damn thing changed, they shakin the dice Now roll em if you cant stand pain better hold em Cause aint 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 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 Were 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 Lets leave calm Im 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 I live Thug Life, and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G Still on parole and Im 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 Im dirty, but only on the block Just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin from the cops Gettin high I think Ill die if I dont get no ends Im in a bucket but Im ridin it like its a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck Drinkin liquor and Im 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 So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy: the place where my head rests 50-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfucking helicopter Thats why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdeameanor Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina They couldnt tell me nothin, they all tried to help me The marijuana had my mind gone it wasnt healthy I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but Im 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 rise

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers That told me Id never amount to nothin To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin In front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin To make some money to feed my daughter To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what Im sayin? Its 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 Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, 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 girls 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 its all, its all good

Ah you hear this? Ada big belly guy I telling be talking By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya? From Brooklyn Ya! Comfortable calling in NBA stars Wiggity wiggity wiggity wiggle wiggity why Come in Biggie and let them understand Not even Stan The Man could withstand the lyrical punch You nibble on my double dribble or alley-oop and the monster dunk. Dig in the trunk Mark Jackson even Bill Paxton Give me my props at the lyrical waxin Ya heard, kill the beam cause the heavy ones coming Shot are being blocked and the funky drum is drumming Thats one of those sets where ya gotta get wreck or get wrecked No time to flex, Heavy D is on the set, so whats next? Im stripping like Scottie Pippen giving the serious butt kicking Breaking bones like Karl Malone, yeah Im flippin Or Isaiah, say ya prayer when I step inta your lair Leave the lane clear; Im welfare like Lambier Now in case you didnt know its a funk flow side show Hip hop here we go, howd ya know the big belly pros Doing his thing Ting-a-ling-a-ling ting-a-ling-aling Im the man, yes I am, now watch me jam, who I am? Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam This time it aint the shoes, it aint the shoes, I swear its me The H to the E to the A or Y -dash- D I slam a dunk a bunk, I make a flunky feel the funk I dont know what it is but I got blue funk inside my trunk One in the chamber like Chambers Gettin that close range like Danny ainge nobody is stranger Than the Biggie Smalls, the Brooklyn thumper With the wicked jumper, you like the way I freak the double jumper Jump shots, jump shots, I got them for days Call me radar; Im a star I dont miss from far A funky dribbler ball handler rough for a verangular Giving props there you want cocks and Im slamming them Rebounding, Outstanding, no one surrounding Im screwing and doing like I was Ewing The only one soaring and scoring is Jordan He musta had his Wheaties this morning! Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam Hey maa! Pass my kicks with the ill grip, quick Watch it wreck, use the number one draft pick In my district Im slick with the b-ball Your curious ask the Heavy or the Notorious Biggie, who can check me, can he see me? Im ghost like the board slave, five coast to coast Cause Im the dread not the baldhead With the ill vertical, like my man Spud Webb Dont push your luck I wont spear chuck a 20-footer Gripping the archive for great sky hook Look, whos that? You never heard of me Ever seen a structure that fits in a jersey Could you flow like the general on the hard wood? To black top courts in ya neighborhood Yo, Biggies on the low post, heavens to swing man Eh yo, check out the jam Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam

Bad Boy, Maybach You aint even gotta count the money Its all there, Boss All aboard, Last Train to Paris Heh, via the ghetto Uhh, uhh Im a photographers dream, counting cream as my chain swing Mac-11 for the things that the days bring Im after cheddar, dirty money, yeah I chase cream Patent leather like Im Puffy in my Saleen I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team Im outta space, cant you seem I am an alien? My wrist A-list, Audemar is ageless Bezel lit up like a billboard out in Vegas You cant be serious baby, you know Im on Top 5 but can send you to the Most High Dope boy and thats even in the bowtie Oh boy, cause you know I got them close ties The last train to Paris Wheels look like a ferris, your jeweler should be embarrassed Rick the Ruler, my mula produce the carats Lets bow our heads, I gave you somethin to cherish Its that Dirty Money Came from Heaven just to sing a song for you To the rhythm of my love for you And now its beatin slow, and you know, this the end of the road When I sing that slow song, for you And love was nothin but another gun for you And I would hide it in my helpless soul Im not afraid to go down the road, where we go? I dont know You can hear em callin, dont you? When the angels call like... Yo-hoo! If you dont wanna stay, you can go! It seems love dont live here no more The angels are flyin so loud, singin to you Hes the one you love And hes the one you trust Time is runnin out When theyre callin you When the angels call like Uh, uh, uh, aint 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 Yall know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin aint the shit, but its pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Fallin, for you I will tell the angels, No, let em turn back into stone I do love you its true Fire, climbing We ignore the angels call! They were warnings after all Its cool, if Im, with you When the angels call like... Yo-hoo! If you dont wanna stay, you can go! It seems love dont live here no more The angels are flyin so loud, singin to you Hes the one you love And hes the one you trust Time is runnin out When theyre callin you When the angels call like

Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Im sticking ice picks on the tip of ya dick Give your testicles a swift kick, aint that some shit? Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth It aint no myth, its 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 hes 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! Im on some old neck shit Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit And TEC shit, whatchu want nigga?! Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? 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 hookers pussy And it dont 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 dont want the friction Told you before how I bring the drama Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandmama Whatchu want nigga?! Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? 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 theyd rather be stabbing me All up in my back, trying to take my track When I used to sell crack, I aint have problems like that Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels A nigga front? Throw the gat to the fools Tears dont 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, dont a think feel sweeter Oooohh, it make my head hurt, the blood spurt The robbery experts berserk 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? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?

Loving you aint easy, nothing ever is But I will keep on fighting for a love like this You know I wouldnt have it any other way Even when times get tough I dont want no easy love This is a track for the guys with One lady in their life You wanna pull out your hair sometimes But shes still your girl A love that lasts, its like a unicorn Holding on, a lost art form Sometimes you wanna throw in the towel But shes still your girl Loving you aint easy, nothing ever is But I will keep on fighting for a love like this You know I wouldnt have it any other way Even when times get tough, I dont want no easy love Second verse goes to the females Rolling their eyes when we fail Make you wanna go and shop retail But hes still your man Are we crass? Undeniable Dirtbags, were professional Sometimes you wanna throw in the towel But hes still your man Loving you aint easy, nothing ever is But I will keep on fighting for a love like this You know I wouldnt have it any other way Even when times get tough, I dont want no easy love I dont believe in nothing lasts forever And every time youre feeling down I know were gonna work it out And I know we cant live without each other Oh, oh But nothing worth having comes easy And baby, you got me singing Loving you aint easy, nothing ever is But I will keep on fighting for a love like this You know I wouldnt have it any other way Even when times get tough, I dont want no easy love Loving you aint easy, nothing ever is But I will keep on fighting for a love like this You know I wouldnt have it any other way Even when times get tough, I dont want no easy love

DJ Discretion Niggas dont know my style Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style Niggas dont know my style Niggas dont know my style Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes In a room full of niggas tryin to hide ya hoes Im gettin high off buddha cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke And who me? A nigga livin life like a G And that artillery keepin niggas off of me I cant sleep livin in these wicked times, peep Niggas after me cause they see Im stackin Gs and heat You can holler if you want to, please I aint runnin with no punk crew, bleed Enemies and my range is on, youre in the danger zone My fuckin game is strong, now hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine From hustlin and bustin them rhymes To my niggas up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles Metro Boomin want some more nigga Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah Im tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits Poppin but you really not gon shoot Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots Its the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape Aint worried bout the bag cause the cash accumulatin Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow The neighborhood gravedigger Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga I guess they figure Im paid, I want to get laid Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots Id rather beat my dick than trick And if she dont suck, then we dont fuck Id rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck Grab the 9, two clips, and runem up Yes, flex after two or three Becks As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected? A fly guy? Well fuck it, Im the high guy From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye Yeah Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah Im tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits DJ Discretion Yeah this uh ah That untouchable phoe you know what Im saying yeah This is all for the players and the playeds wherever you at ya dig Im talking about from this side to that side east side west side Your side my side its all about biggie and funkin man haha

You aint nothing but a Every man I know is a All ya gonna be is a You aint nothing but a Ooh! In the courtroom takes the stand Snagglepuss, , all stand guilty as charged And the only alibi is all men are dogs Well Imma say roof cause Im a motherfuckin K-9, Its play time I dont fight fair, Im aiming for below the waistline Theres been enough zoom zoom in your poom poom You seen more dicks than the football team locker room You be talkin, that Whip Appeal cant hurt me Ill fuck you til your pussy is Raw like Eddie Murphy You know, I really like that funky sensation But when I see some of you bitches Id rather practice masturbation Lets get together, yo, whatever, whenever I do more fuckin than TLC and Mary J. Blidge put together Now lets get it on, I turn that mortherfuckin pussy off AND on Pudgee Tha Phat Man and Im a dog I know what I am, I know my place and thats a fact Why you think I always wanna hit you from the back? On all fours, I got you on your paws I never in my life heard so much Yo you call me a hound cause I Get Around like 2Pac Whats the beef if I wanna get my boots knocked? Im barking on chicks Im stuffing dicks in female hounds, thats how I get down Ayo Snag I could never be a fag My dick is like a spliff: chicks always want to take a drag But now Im on trial with a bunch of bitches tryna send me up on the Isle Ladies & gentlemen of the court I confess I start to get stressed when I see a tight dress One night each, dig it, bounce, then Im leavin But for now, off with your shirt But Valentines Day aint my time of the year So ya like Italians? Ah, get tha fuck outta here Now run, tell ya wife and ya daughter Red Bandit and the Nighthawksll chase her to the border Snagglepuss! This positions ridiculous Is what the chicks say when I tickle their clitoris Im nasty, baby, yeah ya know So sit me down and lick me down real low I put ya all in a row-ney, now thats a real to a phony Give a bitch dick and give her hips since she bony Its not the fact Im conceited that you all gets treated Beat-ed, up on my Sealy Posturepedic Barbra Streisand couldnt tell you The Way We Were Cause I just split your heart as if I was Caligula I smother the butt like gravy, and Imma sing a song to ya lady And it go like this, it go Baby, I got you baby I said baby, I got you Hello, boo, yes Im schemin on what Im seein And Im fiendin to give you a gut full of semen The Hurricane Humper splits that ass like Moses did the sea Its just the pit bull in me Now its off with your shirt, it wont hurt but itll tickle Ill be suckin nipples like my man Fred be suckin Rumple From the bottle, slow up Youre not Russell, why Rush Ill Def Jam you from the back and turn ya Redman Ill slide behind, Jamaican Wine Rub-A-Dub, like R. Kelly we can Bump N Grind And when Im through I wont brag or boast, I just grab my coat She screams Praise the lord! Holy Ghost! You aint nothing but a All ya gonna be is a In the courtroom takes the stand , , and the Raggedy Man All stand guilty as charged And the only alibi is all men are dogs Call me the Raggedy Man of the gravity band I drop a midnight vibe without a strategy plan Got people sippin off my style cuz its mo fat than Similac With the straw stickin through their missin tooth gaps Its hardly understandable How smokin weed can turn me to an animal And make me eat pussy like a cannibal And for the ones livin in serenity I keep a ski mask on my dick and rob you for ya damn virginity Ya Sleepin With the Enemy cause Attractions are Fatal I give young girls the blues when my Hand Rocks the Cradle And start to dream of fuckin Marsha Brady when Im high And wake up singin A thick 12 inches of dick for your ho cakes When I dispense em, I drop jizzum like snowflakes And now I got ya jockin a lot, Im knockin the twat And whatnot, gettin ya got cause baby I got Sperm, that jingle jangle jingle Free and single, lets mingle See, when it come to fuckin I dont play When I slap meat to them butt cheeks freaks be like hey Cause Imma give it to ya like a mack with a kick And a smack, lay ya down and dig a hole through your back And when Im finished rippin them guts bitch You can get the almonds, cashews, pecans, nuts Notorious is glorious in the sack, hit skins from the back Put my thumb up in the ass crack Brooklyn freaky nigga with the most stuff I’m Jesus pops, Mary just blame Joseph You should see her drink the semen, she suck a mean one Even the three apostle’s was scheming, see when Big fuck a bitch, Big duck a bitch quick fast Dick to ass, don’t hesitate to split fast You know what’s up, here’s a quarter and a buck My steps is kinda creaky, try not to wake my moms up Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty Thats why nut is glistening all over your body Aint no motherfuckin shame in the game See, I love to hit the stinkbox One whiff of the ass turns my dick to a hard rock And I wrap it up in foil, held in place with a coil I tear that ass up and take a bath of Muslim Oil Then its ABC, youre nuts over with Go and find some friends and then Im back up in some other shit Shortys constantly ask whats wrong with me But every time I see a piece of ass it keeps calling me Cause it Aint no Jimmy like the one I got Grand Puba sticks you better I tear shit apart, rock a ass til she farts Tie her stomach into knots, pop her cherry like a tart And I dont stop being a

You dont stop, then we wont stop Cause we wont stop if you dont stop You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over And you know that Im bad than most of them Im the real one to test so dont play me I think you know better Frank White the Desperado used to rock the all-black Movado The all-black El Dorado All that and a bottle of Dom P All that, think twice before you try me And Im tellin you, they better stay out my way Cause this is the last time Im warning you And I aint gonna say it no more Is Brooklyn in the house without a doubt? Im the rapper with clout everybody yap about Check it out guns, I bust em Problems with my wife, dont discuss em Coupes and Learjets, I lust them You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over And you know that Im bad than most of them Im the real one to test so dont play me I think you know better You dont stop, then we wont stop Cause we wont stop if you dont stop If Im on top, then you on top And we wont stop, we all we got I display, Hot 97 rhyme-ready Cocked Mac-11, line steady Mama said fallin in love with a thug is dangerous And you know she say facts Your moms an actress Yeah whatever, how you gon talk that trash? Matter fact, laid back, lets get this cash Like Tevin Campbell, Im ready To do what I do, continuously to get money You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over And you know that Im bad than most of them Im the real one to test so dont play me I think you know better Im tellin you, they better stay out my way Cause this is the last time Im warning you And I aint gonna say it no more You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over And you know that Im bad than most of them Im the real one to test so dont play me I think you know better You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over And you know that Im bad than most of them Im the real one to test so dont play me I think you know better You dont stop, then we wont stop Cause we wont stop if you dont stop If Im on top, then you on top And we wont stop, we all we got You dont stop, then we wont stop Cause we wont stop if you dont stop If Im on top, then you on top And we wont stop, we all we got

Hov Uh huh Hov Oh right up top huh Slow it down Im a hustler baby, I just want you to know, It aint where I been, But where Im bout to go, Now I just wanna love you, But be who I am, And with all this cash Youll forget your man Now give it to me But dont fool with me When the Remys in the system, aint no tellin Will I em will I diss em, thats what they be yellin Im a pimp by blood, not relation Yall be chasin, I replace them, huh? Drunk off Crist, mami on E Cant keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key And I wish I never met her at all... It gets better, ordered another round Its, about, to go, down Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth Mart jeans, take that off Give it to me (Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But dont bullshit me Cmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) I said give it to me (Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But dont bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage Lets keep it real ma, you savin it for carats You wanna see how far Imma go How, much Imma spend but you already know Zip, zero, stingy with dinero Might buy you Crist, Might light your wrist, OK, I might wife you and buy you nice whips Ma, but you really gotta ride nice Know how to work your hips and your priceless Profess you love the Hov, and Ill never let you down Get you bling like the Neptune sound Hot Hov, too hot to hold Ladies love me long time like 2Pacs sold Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies Im too cold, Motorola, two way page me Give it to me (Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But dont bullshit me Cmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) I said give it to me (Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But dont bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) Im a hustler baby, I just want you to know, It aint where I been But where Im bout to go Now I just wanna love you But be who I am And with all this cash Youll forget your man Now give it to me But dont fool with me Yeah, yeah, yeah Same song, Im back, been around the world Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin in Dublin Cant deny me, why would you want to You need me, why dont you try me Baby you want to, believe me, Hov! Give it to me (Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But dont bullshit me Cmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) I said give it to me (Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But dont bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff) You gotta give it to me Give it here, dont say nothing I said give it to me Uh huh Give it to me Ok Give it to me Ok Ok Ok Uh uh uh uh uh Give it to me Hold on hold on hold on. Break it down for me. Can we please sit down for me. Im sorry, I just wanted to have a little fun No no I just wanted to have a little fun We blocking the cameras, its my fault I was being a bastard I love you too baby I was being a bastard Im sorry My fault blame it on me Right now we gonna take an Armi break I hope yall got some Armadale over there for me Uh, I wanna let my man Questlove introduce the whole band, the Roots band make some noise for them real quick Ill be right back (To stage right, we got big Kenney on guitar Got Len Hubbard on bass Got my man Knuckles on percussion Got baby Quest Eric Draker on percussion And my man Damien on flute Got Kyrome on the keys Got scratch help with percussions We got Jaguar Wright on vocals My man Omar Edwards on organ Got on violin Fiona Murray on violin Alexandria on viola Larry Gold on cello Last but not least my name is Questlove on drums Give it up one time for Jay Z) Ok No no I wanna do one more I gotta do one more, I cant just leave yall like that I might have to do this whole show over yall feel that?We having a good old time, I hope yall having a good old time you know what Im saying I love you too, you making me embarrassed stop that Before I go...

Uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A Peace to all the Gods Peace to all the Gods Yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique Blessed by the God, so I be the Earths Queen B Bitch, Poppa keep me rich Aint gun tottin, keep floatin in them automobiles Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins I got half a mill stashed in the For womanizers and a handful of hoes that hate me But lately, it seems people make the world go round From A to Z, I breaks em down alphabetically Pathetically, I puts the pressure in ya jones Bet you fold like a Motorol burner Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block HDM lock, and I wish you would stop All that bawlin, cryin Lyin, cause this black Queen is shinin You didnt know I was Lieutenant, bitch, well thats primary You just a secondary secretary Envy against me Because I stay laced in Ellen Tracey, Dolce & Gabanna And people love me for my style, my personal Niggas go wild and want to have my child But I just sit back and enjoy The optimism given from a girl to a boy Its my time to shine Been down for much too long Ive gotta get mine JM and Kim keep movin on Its my time to shine Been down for much too long Ive gotta get mine JM and Kim keep movin on Yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique Yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A We all know what it means to be broke Breaking niggas off for some ends and some weed smoke Some like to mix it, what you like Trees I like em fine, straight up marijuin And I put the lent in ya dents Then youll be stressed out with no dollars and no cents Dressed in gear from last year, that you bought Before you quit your job at the airport Thinkin you gon make a mill from this rap game But you labeled as a lame and its a damn shame No fame, no name, show no shame Whos to blame? Now you wanna lick a shot cause you aint got Get props, runnin up in weed spots Just a little jux to make cash So you put the cream and the jewels in the stash Quick fast, get mad, cause ya mans in my whip Honey, button ya lip cause my clique is too thick Its all about the guns, the ones Just another day that the Earth rules the sons Its my time to shine Been down for much too long Ive gotta get mine JM and Kim keep movin on Its my time to shine Been down for much too long Ive gotta get mine JM and Kim keep movin on Hey baby its about time to shine Were movin on Keep it going strong Cant stop whats going on Hey baby its about time to shine Were movin on Keep it going strong Cant stop whats going on JM and Kim keep movin on Its my time to shine Been down for much too long Ive gotta get mine JM and Kim keep movin on Its my time to shine Been down for much too long Ive gotta get mine JM and Kim keep movin on

Young Weezy in this motherfucker handcuff her She aint nothin but some stairs, I done ran up her I feel player haters stares, they aint sayin nothin They aint makin nough from jacks, they aint takin nothin I be wakin up the ma, we just straight fuckin She get a date with the boy, bitch super lucky And the money stills smell like the stuff Ive been countin all day, got a hundred paper cuts Got a, mouth of syrup and a white paper cup Leanin like a motherfucker, might not even say wassup Im the personal trainer, take the key, shape it up Got rocks on my neck, nigga get your nature up Smokin on that bubble gum got a nigga numb 90 Gs each wrist make a bitch cum I just spent a Maserati on my chain man So when Im movin I just say Im switchin lanes man Made a permanent stain, my name name-brand Bet I schooled your bitch with no game plan Im a rock star, niggas know the block part Niggas know I got bread, toast and pop-tarts Hard top cars, drop tops as well Hard work, soft work, chop chop and sell Cock block hand held, pop pop oh well Diamonds on my whole chain, flamin up the whole L x2 Diamonds on my neck, dia-diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my neck, dia-diamonds on my neck Im smokin pounds of green, smokin pounds of green Smokin pounds of green, smokin pounds of green Hot boy baby, hotter than them other boys Standin by the heater in the summer with the oven on Im the nigga that your baby mama lovin on Spend your child support on the dress and its coming off The youngin is somethin stunnin with the tummy off The Testarosa got a ulcer, Im just stuntin yall Birdman JR, I get that money yall Workin that traffic, call me the cross guard I ball hard like the playoffs bitch Yall niggas aint playin in the championship, shit Where my streets at, nigga where my Gs at? Red rags up, where my where my Bs at?

Well, who is Biggie Smalls? Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect Got my DJ Fifty Grand in the house, you know what Im saying Ima nice long rhyme on this funky track You know how we get down, yo Shake your head and say damn 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, its 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, youre shaking like a pair of dice! And when I rip ya, rob ya, roast ya then youll say Im trice! Man, dont 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 Thats 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 burners 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 MCs 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! Im the wrong nigga to be fucking with So sit back and admit, Biggie Smalls got that 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! Biggie got the hype shit! He got the hype shit! Lyric enhancement is a must Thats why I bust Dope raps like a burner bust caps Im used to making tracks Thats 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 shes cute, Im the pimp, shes the prostitute Hey! Sippin on the heineken Aint 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 Im 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 Im 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 Youre nothing but a softie Rappers screaming Biggie, get off me! Dont have me go off, G Cause Im just lukewarm And Im 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! 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! Yo, special shout outs to Junior M.A.F.I.A, yall know what time it is My man Fifty Grand, and his man Ayo, my man Big O in the house, you know what Im sayin Recognize the pedi, that OGB in full effect Im out