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As we proceed to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need Likes sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny We the big bank boys on the boulevard Putting all the pretty girls into pretty cars They shall not fuck with Rozay pockets Feel the honey shots when I pop it I feel for you, Vacheron on my arm Twenty million Teflon Don, God bless All the D boys on the rise With my baby girl by my side, baby, baby Ive been looking for someone special for a long, long time Someone that I can share my dream, someone I can call mine And every night Im wishing, hoping, that hes only getting closer Cause Im, oh, Im gonna find you, wanna know you And I just wanna know if someones out there Somebody to hold, somebody who cares And Ill do anything to find you I wont let you go, no, no Ill do anything to find you I wont let you go, no, no, no Ive been there so many times from the guys in my past And when I find somebody new, it dont never lasts And every night Im wishing, hoping, that hes only getting closer Cause Im, oh, Im gonna find you, wanna know you When I just wanna know if someones out there Somebody to hold, somebody who cares And Ill do anything to find you I wont let you go, no, no Ill do anything to find you I wont let you go, no, no, no And Im tired of being by myself I need someone there, to give all of this love that I got Im open, wont you come inside? Man, I promise that I will treat you better than right Gotta know Is he out there somewhere? Is he out there waiting for me, for me? Is he out there somewhere? Is he out there waiting for me? I just wanna know if someones out there Somebody to hold, somebody who cares And Ill do anything to find you I wont let you go, no, no Ill do anything to find you I wont let you go, no, no, no I just wanna know if someones out there Somebody to hold, somebody who cares And Ill do anything to find you I wont let you go, no, no Ill do anything to find you I wont let you go, no, no, no As we proceed to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need

Black Cadillac, on vogues Sittin back thinkin Thing aint the same no mo We want Biggie Big up to the east-coast Brooklyn don Heads still bouncin Tell the DJ what we want We want Biggie So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back Talking about the gats in your raps But I cant feel that hardcore Appeal that youre screaming Maybe Im dreaming This aint Christopher Williams, still some MCs got to feel one Caps, I got to peel some To let niggas know That if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who - says me, the lyrical Niggas saying: Biggie off the street, its a miracle! Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas acting shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill you quicker Especially when Im drunk off the liquor Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby When they ask us what we want We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Live and die for the funk We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Aw, its nothing but funk in this motherfucker here! Ayo, its Redman dog, you know the deal Im watching New Jack City in my steering wheel Man I love for the funk, Ill kill that wheel Nigga fucking large Im in the NFL Killer, the man on fire like Denzel I rock steady, my heatll make your wind-mill Thats real, dot, R-A-W, straight out my mother womb Right to the rubber room, Im psycho, automatics Since a younging, blowing funk boosts with half-sticks I aint give a fuck, now Im trying to own a mountain Standing on it yelling regular! B. Smalls, Nate Dogg on the same beat We fuck hoes, send em home like the Yankees Brick City, yeah nigga, a threat Thats how I act when Bad Boy cut Killa a check Yep, haha When they ask us what we want We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Live and die for the funk We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Real talk, nigga, Flip Mode Squads in the building Put your ones up, tribute the god, look All gathered around, bounce to the funk Got the whole club stink with the aroma of the skunk Now, bang it out the trunk, nigga, aint nothing change Rep Big in a horde, like he still on St. James Check it, nigga gon see why we try We continue to rep the funk in the name of the god B.I Get dressed, mamis try to step up in the spotlight We honoring one of the greatest, yes we gotta rep him right Homie I aint done, let me keep giving you funk shit Busta Bust does just what he do, now let me run shit Yeah, peep heat we bringin, rep the funk to the fullest Still, keep we keep drillin, niggas all up in they head Cause I said we always will, and Put it down for Big-Heavy, still B.K. swinging The funk, baby When they ask us what we want We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Live and die for the funk We want the funk! Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?

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! Ae Yo! The Kidd Ho Kaali range, kaale sheeshe aa nishani jatt di Kaali ae siahi, kaale geet likh da Lokaan waangu veche naa zameeran alladhe Chotti umar ch gabhru da naam vikda Oh Sidhu Moosе aala hor sheh mithiye Baaj kithhe bеrhiyaan ch bound hunde ne Sirr utte hunda aa kaffan jatt de Burberry aale bag vich raund hunde ne Sirr utte hunda aa kaffan jatt de Burberry aale bag vich raund hunde ne Dil chaati ch daler lalkaare maarda Steel sheetan naal jinnu massaan kajjda Gall ch locket us maan-matti da Duniya de utte jeehda pota wajjda Mard de mathhe utte maut khunni ae Lokaan de ta dollar te pound hunde ne Sirr utte hunda aa kaffan jatt de Burberry aale bag vich raund hunde ne Sirr utte hunda aa kaffan jatt de Burberry aale bag vich raund hunde ne Khabbe hath Daytona Rollie mithiye Sajji baanh te tattoo, hathin paaya kadha sohniye Dabb naal baneyaa ae kaal jatt de Khaaje jehda banda khada khada sohniye Lokaan sahvein launde jehde ne udaariyaan Ehde moohre underground hunde ne Sirr utte hunda aa kaffan jatt de Burberry aale bag vich raund hunde ne Sirr utte hunda aa kaffan jatt de Burberry aale bag vich raund hunde ne You know I didnt find the gang The gang found me Its not for everybody Oh Pinde utte baane injh kaale rang de Jo zindagi ae kisey di makaan sohniye Pairan ch pair Nike Airforce de Jinnan thalle saara aa jahaan sohniye Jaave fashionan ton darr ae trendan vich ni Taahion dekh lok saanu chaka-chaundh hunde ne Sirr utte hunda aa kaffan jatt de Burberry aale bag vich raund hunde ne Sirr utte hunda aa kaffan jatt de Burberry aale bag vich raund hunde ne Rajneeti beshaq saanu ghatt aaundi ae Par ladna assin bahut changi tarah jaande aan An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

Its the ones that smoke blunts wit cha See ya picture Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha Its the ones that smoke blunts wit cha See ya picture Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha Niggas in da street aint right Every other day I keep strugglin to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped Cause niggas they dont know how to act Its Monday night and Im out Chillin with my girl, top down 500 SL pumpin some sounds Now me Im in Versace from my head to toe Lookin for a place to go So I can spend my dough I found a spot, jumped out My girl was hot, no doubt And that was all I heard these bustas talkin about Now I aint payin no attention to this high school skit And I aint even tryin to fight over this here dip I kept walkin, but all they did was follow Tryin to flex Talkin about my girls titties And the jewels around my neck Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off And I can see these little bustas Tryin to play me for soft I heard stick up, stick up, get down and dont look up Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause youre stuck I said What? fightin back hit my mind But its a waste of time cause I aint got my nine And these Niggas in da street aint right Every other day I keep strugglin to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped Cause niggas they dont know how to act, I say Niggas in da street aint right Every other day I keep strugglin to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped Cause niggas they dont know how to act Now I done did all this work So I can be the man Fresh to def, twenty grand in a black sedan Not knowin I done had some homies watchin Steady clockin, plottin to put da drop on me Cause Im flossin, hit the streets left and right Sittin swoll, lookin for me a party thats tight I heard somebody yell 112 thats the spot So I hit the parking lot Not thinkin of gettin got Cause its mack, players, pimps, and dips everywhere But niggas dont know how to act and they dont care I heard freeze from these four niggas That I knew, that I knew from back in grade school I said Whats up? He said Whats up? Its on Give it all up and then he showed me his chrome I said Homes, you aint even gots to trip Cause I aint even tryin to die over materialistics Niggas in da street aint right Every other day I keep strugglin to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped Cause niggas they dont know how to act, I say Niggas in da street aint right Every other day I keep strugglin to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped Cause niggas they dont know how to act

Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every five hours. Its the leading cause of death for black men under the age of 35 Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets Its on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, breaking the concrete Finish it, stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, when they heard mad shots Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school/new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno I burn slow like blunts and yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato Niggas know: the lyrical molestings taking place Fucking with me. it aint safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know cash Rules Everything around me, two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mine And Im Brooklyns finest Come on, tell me Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? I seen the lights excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cocksucker Gs up One false move, get Swiss cheesed up Clip to TEC, respect I demand it Slip and break the 11th Commandment Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya?

Listen to the don Theres nothing you can do To make me run away from this game here, this game here And there is no emcee To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no Yes Im telling you from the start I will break your little heart Theres nothing you can do So just respect the don There is no word you can say That it would offend the Kim no, better listen Im gonna, murder them, murder them Any competition Im gon murder them Im gonna, blow off they whip Blow off they whip All you frontin emcees, Im gonna, blow off your whip When Im gone, you will appreciate my shit When Im gone, youll wanna spit my lyrics But Im gwan, Im not gon put up with this I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick See, I aint got all day Some-fuckin-body gon pay Got things to do and places to be Im bout to take back whats owed to me Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here All yall, let it go, no disrespectin Hov Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold Five nigga, volume two Dogs who be grinnin, then they Try to get out of line, four cases pendin Three niggas got it coming, say May-June Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned Its Jay everyday, no days off No jewels drippin and I took the shades off You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably Put you back where your stomach should be Im dangerous when tempted, best left alone Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome Beretta sounds like Berreepp when its thrown Youre heading for a cold place, youngin, dress warm Too much hustle, too easy to touch you Little fucks you, go play PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K L-Y-N, stay out my way Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K I to the M, B.I. to the end Pardon my French, but uh Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these Weak emcees, with these Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G You niggas sound like me Pardon my French, but uh Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these Weak emcees Yall niggas got some audacity You sold a million, now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch Love for B.I.? Then bust one in the sky Haters watch your back We might bust one in ya eye Its going down tonight So dont get outta line Enough menve tri-ed But nuff men-a di-ed Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck With this Brooklynite bandit Blow you off the planet This girl, never troubled no-one But if you trouble this girl It gwan bring-a bum bum What a bum bum Pardon my French, but uh Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these Weak emcees, with these Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G You niggas sound like me Pardon my French, but uh Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these Weak emcees Yall niggas got some audacity You sold a million, now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch Bum bum BI bum bum What a bum bum What a bum bum

Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Nearly lost my mind, along the way Really, really love you girl, but I just cant stay Im romantically yours, never skipped the foreplay I give you everything you need, but you driving me insane If you think that you can handle it My love is like gambling Girl you know how we be dealing Got you all in yo feelings Cant have me all the time baby They say love is blind baby But I need to see baby That I gotta be free Free, free, free Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Youre too emotional, gettin caught up Thinkin Id give it all up for you baby You wanna ride the rollercoaster when you get fucked Actin like you knew what was up with me baby Youre too emotional, gettin caught up I thought my love was enough for you baby You wanna ride the rollercoaster when you get fucked Actin like you knew what was up with me baby Nearly lost my mind, along the way Really, really love you girl, but I just cant stay Im romantically yours, never skipped the foreplay I give you everything you need, but you driving me insane If you think that you can handle it My love is like gambling Girl you know how we be dealing Got you all in yo feelings Cant have me all the time baby They say love is blind baby But I need to see baby That I gotta be free Free, free, free Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows

Yeah Ayo, Nelly Lets do this Owwww! At—At—At last, Im literally lounging, black Sitting back, counting double digit thousand stacks At last, Im literally lounging, black Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Ugh, ugh, ugh Got a bad bitch with me , she in the Valentino Half-Black and Filipino, I let her count the C-notes Her under apple bottom all Lou and Sean John A hundred on every arm, hundred more in my charm, tell em, Puff Let your mind, let your body and your soul go Its alright, get your money stacked more dough Pick a day, get your girl, come and play Cmon, ou know my motherfuckin name How bout we hop the Monte Carlo tomorrow With lots of bottles In the ocean with the goggles And act like you won the lotto Lamborghini, Bugatt-o, Im mashing on the throttle My motto is snatch a model And wild out on drugs and bottles Insane, my game is like James-uh Kobe or maybe Dwyane Wade Fresh shades, Alexander McClains Bottles of rosé, Ciroc and OJs, tell em Puff Let your mind, let your body and your soul go Its alright, get your money stacked more dough Pick a day, get your girl, come and play You know my motherfuckin name At last, Im literally lounging, black Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks At last, Im literally lounging, black Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Counting double-digit thousand stacks Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh I kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was, Derrty, dont hurt em no more Well, fuck that, Im takin my reign back So take that , so take that—tell em, Puff Let your mind, let your body and your soul go Its alright, get your money, stack more dough Pick a day, get your girl, come and play You know my motherfuckin name I pull up to the party, Bacardi, smokin cigar-y With the baddest little shawty Cause shawty love to get naughty Dollar after dollar, you niggas might wanna holler I chinchilla the collar, Im with a comma Keep time, AP shine We fly only in G5 Shes fine, yup, shes mine Puttin the peace high, homey, for B.I.—tell em, Puff! Let your mind, let your body and your soul go Its alright, get your money, stack more dough Pick a day, get your girl, come and play You know my motherfuckin name At last, Im literally lounging, black Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks At last, Im literally lounging, black Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Counting double-digit thousand stacks Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh Now what you wanna do? You fuckin with a baller, a St Louis prowler You can hate me, she gonna fuck with me regardless VVS, flawless, all this—tell em, Puff! Let your mind, let your body and your soul go Its alright, get your money, stack more dough Pick a day, get your girl, come and play You know my motherfuckin name Stackin papers contagious, buildin paper skyscrapers Stuntin outrageous, comin straight out The Matrix Hustle, lil mami, counting papers my hobby Rolling up, the Ducati, down the streets of Miami My neck cold, the bling is rainbow It came cold and made to hang low The bank roll is made to stay swole You cant fold more paper than At last, Im literally lounging, black Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks At last, Im literally lounging, black Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Counting double-digit thousand stacks

Its alright Its alright Its Its Its alright Theyll never take me alive, Im getting high with my four-five Cocked on these suckers, time to die Even as a youngster causing ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school kicking up dust But now Im labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame? Smoking weed helped me take away the pain So Im hopeless rolling down the freeway swerving, dont worry Im about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do? I had to feed my fucking family, what else could I do But be a thug, out slanging with the homies Fuck hanging with them phonies in the club Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide My citys full of gang bangers and drive bys Why do we die at an early age He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts And I aint going back to court So fuck what you thought, Im drinking Hennessey Running from my enemies will I live to be 23 Theres so much pain Its alright, it feels like years since its been here Its alright, its been a long cold lonely winter Its alright, it feels like years since its been here Its alright, its been a long cold lonely winter Its alright 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 lounging in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion She dont even love me like she did when I was younger Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies They got me mobbin like Im Loced and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on I aint scared to blast on these suckas if they test me Trust, I got my Glock cocked playa if they press me Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion Better duck cause I aint lookin when Im - b-b-blaaastin Im a nut an drinkin Hennessey and gettin high On the lookout for my enemies, dont wanna die Tell me why cause this stress is gettin major A buck-fifty across the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until Im dead and gone Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong These sorry bastards Want to kill me in my sleep, Im real they cannot see And everyday is just a struggle Steady thuggin on the streets And Ill be ballin loc Dont let em make you worry Keep swingin at these suckas till you buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta Word to mother Im trapped Im kickin dust up Ready to bust Im on the scene steady muggin mean Until they kill me Ill be livin this life I know you feel me Theres so much pain Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Its alright Its alright Its alright

Some say the X make the sex spectacular Make me lick you from yo neck to your back, then ya Shiverin, tongue deliverin Chills up that spine, that ass is mines, ugh Baby, I love the way you take control of me You fit inside of me, something bout the way you fuck me Remember when I used to play between your legs? You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head Straight to your mothers bed Not the Marriott, we be lucky if we find a spot Next to your sister, damn I really miss her Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that Way she used to giggle when your ass would wiggle Cant wait to get you all alone cause you be puttin it down and you be makin me moan, yeah We could always pour it up Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight But tonight, were makin love No love makin, strictly back breakin What about dinner and a movie? Before you move me Strictly sex thats sweaty, leftover spaghetti I see you got your own plans but sometimes I need a little romance Damn, you look fine, like a wide face Rolex, you just shine I like that waistline Baby, I love it when you talk that shit If you keep it up, I might let you hit, yeah Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb? My style genuine, girl, I love you long time So put your money where your mouth is You gotta take it down south, yeah, yeah But tonight its eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that Baby, I love the way you take control of me You fit inside of me, something bout the way you fuck me Baby, when I get you alone I cant wait to, I cant wait to take you down Boy, you got me so up beat I dont want this night to end We could make love til the morning Baby, we could always pour it up Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight But tonight, were makin love No love makin, strictly back breakin What about dinner and a movie? Before you move me Strictly sex thats sweaty and leftover spaghetti I see you got your own plans but sometimes I need a little romance Aw yeah, can I get a little romance? Can I get a mixed with your orchestration? Baby, just be patient Can you take me out? Oh, can you go down south Oh yeah We fuckin

Yeah, yeah You ready, motherfucker? We gon kill your ass Im ready As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material for the imperial Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q 45, Glocks and TECs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I dont fuck up my sheets, huh My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G Im ready to die and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl, Im ready to die Yes, Im ready Yes, Im ready Yes, Im ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sewed I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus Getting paid is all I expected My mother didnt give me what I want, what the fuck? Now Ive got a Glock making motherfuckers duck Shit is real and hungrys how I feel I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal Kicking niggas down the steps just for rep Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet The infrareds at your head real steady You better grab your guns cause Im ready Yes, Im ready Yes, Im ready Im ready to die Yes, Im ready Nah, we aint gonna kill your ass yet So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die We gon make you suffer In a sec I throw the TEC to your fucking neck Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin You better act like CeCe and keep on walkin When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin Im rippin MCs from Tallahassee to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane, niggas say Im strange Deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain Make your shit splatter Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit Down your backbone to where your motherfucking shit drip The shit I kick, rippin through the vest Biggie Smalls passing any test, Im ready to die Yes, Im ready Yes, Im ready Im ready Yes, Im ready Time to go, we gon put you out your misery motherfucker Niggas definitely know what time it is Yes, Im ready The Notorious one in full effect for 93 Yes, Im ready Uhh, uhh Yes, Im ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Suicidal, Im ready Yes, Im ready Uh So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Uh, uh, uh Now I lay me down to sleep Pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take Cause Im ready to die Im ready Im ready All yall motherfuckers come with me if you want to, haha Im ready Im ready Im ready Biggie Smalls the biggest man Im ready Rocking on and on in 93 Easy Mo Bee Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam I dont wanna see no crying at my funeral

Uh Take a sip Whaaat? Uh I know youre thinkin, Well, goddamn, what he drinkin? The crooked letter, no other beer feel better I used to be a hustler, now Im a twenty-two brew guzzler Other beers, Im not lovin ya Forget the great taste thats less fillin Id rather have some Ides and some dimes in the crib chillin Or in the six relaxin, honeys in the back Crackin six-packs, rubbin my back Big Poppa, you all that - thats what they whisper Hey mister, do you have the beer with the eye on the twister? He points to the freezer, me bein a playa Big Poppa, show stoppa, throw ya cans in the air! From Bed-Stuy to Van Nuys St. Ides make eyes droop like Chinese, so why try these? Other beers just dont pass the test S-T dot I-D-E to the S And Im out!

Ladies and Gentlemen Were gonna ask you for some fanfare...the band fanfare because...ladies and gentlemen...sting has always gone ahead of itself They have done it again and again and again I remember the year they brought in the fat boys they were hotter then ten thousand fire sides And if you know...and if you enjoy hip-hop...if you want one of the coldest brothaz out of North America...a brotha that gave you a song like Juicy... Uh-huh... You hear a crew in Jamaica with something that goes like this Who the heck is this Paging me in the morning At the crack of dawning Yeauh! Please welcome...for the first time...in Sting 96...Please welcome The Notorious....the Notorious...B.I.G...AKA-

Biatch 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 Check it out In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp Dont love no ho, thats my principle In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp Dont love no ho, thats my principle Action, ass clappin, back bends White and Filipin-ian with a black friend Lil tiva, lil Hen, room 810 Got them hoes loose as a goose and I aint playin Hit that nigga Biggie and told him to fall in Boosie big head and Diddy was all there Suck that dick good, put all of the balls in Had to make sure them hoes had teeth so yall grin I want a lil anal, ya heard me, so yall bend All the way over, yall knees to yall chin Buss that ass open, I squeeze that log in Whats wrong with ya, baby? Yall scream like yall kids Grippin on the titties, I like when they all big Mouth got dry, had to take me a small swig Bent that ass right back over and hauled in Nutted all over the flo, shit, we all did In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp Dont love no ho, thats my principle In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp Dont love no ho, thats my principle That bitch aint mine But when I spit that line That was all it took for me to get that dime And right away she let me hit one time Niggas talk a lot of game but that shit dont rhyme I was all up in her head when that bitch got scared Realized I was a pimp and not just a player Me and Biggie took some hoes to see the city When they found out Diddys Rolls cost 350 They was cryin, aint no feelings involved You can save your emotions, girl, give me it all Shes beautiful, but I aint tryna steal her heart If you dont understand $hort, Im just realer than yall I got the game from the streets and you went to college But game is just a street term, it means knowledge Books and bitches, its all the same They know our names, we live forever through the game In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp Dont love no ho, thats my principle In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp Dont love no ho, thats my principle 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 like em cute, round tits and fat asses Educated, so I can bust off on they glasses I wanna cum on your tongue and gums, all night The bitch drink nuts by the pint In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp Dont love no ho, thats my principle In this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp Dont love no ho, thats my principle

Yo We up in the basement, you know what Im saying? DJ Enuff, my man Fresco This is just me, the Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make heads rock, tote Glocks Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out your dreadlocks Who got the props? Biggie Who got the Glock? Biggie But who is he? You 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 slice like a Ginsu Its me, the Notorious B.I.G-G.I.E Smalls, yo! This is for chumps that dont know who I am I had a song on the soundtrack Whos The Man? The single was dope, but the movie didnt slam Emcees is like JJs moms, Damn, damn damn! Is it because I rip the props or beat the cops? I got more dough than a pizza shop Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out like Arnold and that whatchu talkin bout Willis? 7 Mac Elevens, 8 .38s nine 9s, ten MAC 10s, the guns never end! Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, 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!

this song interpolates Fuck You Tonight by The Notorious B.I.G. Take your clothes off Uhh, Bad Boy Knahmsayin? We wanna.. Uh-huh, uh-huh, TrackMasters Reconvey a message, knahmsayin? Uhh, uhh, Rockland R.I.P., B.I.G Uhh, uhh, think Im gonna.. Im gonna get into you I wanna get into you Wanna get into you Oahhohh, ohhh .. All my fellas in the house if you fuckin tonight Throw yo hands up! And all my honies in the house if you fuckin tonight Just throw yo hands up! I wanna get into you I wanna get into you I wanna get into you I wanna get into you Yall been here so what the hell Lets get up on our hotel Doin the nasty, all night long Make your body scream and moan Tell your man that were some kin Play it off and bring a friend I got backstage passes for you Just meet me right by the bathroom And if you dont have a curfew Keep it real and well be cool And if your IDs up to age Then youre gonna get some 12Play I aint gon front, got it like that The stairs goes down as room goes black Get deep in you like +The Abyss+ You bring your ass home all pregnant Chorus: R. Kelly, Jaz-Ming You must be use to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well Im fucking you tonight Baby its no mystery You will be all up in me Freakin is my specialty Ive got all of what you need All my fellas in the house if you fuckin tonight Throw yo hands up! And all my honies in the house if you fuckin tonight throw yo hands up! You know theres nobody better than Jaz-Mack, late night like Letterman From the movies to the hooptie to the Sheraton There you go, tryin to feel up on my breasts again Shorty better guess again I trick grips of chips and trips on you You did flips when I tried to put the lips on you Now we aint got SHIT to do But head to my crib and Enter the Dru The who? You nuttin but a star joke nigga No few for your Benz Jeep car broke nigga Aiyyo listen my advice is Fellas pay the prices If shes fuckin you And not those sexual devices Chorus Pull that, boo-ty, ov-errrr, yeah And jump in my ride, babe Cause once I get you home with me And fulfill your fantasies Youll say bust the flavas Then give that ass to me! Oahhhhh, yeah Chorus I wanna get into you I wanna get into you Oahhhhoahhhh La-di-da-da-da Baby its no mystery You will be all up in me Freakin is my specialty Ive got all of what you need..

How you spell cash? Cs and some hash At last, a nigga kickin game full blast How you want it? Diamonds or dime-elles? Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel Issey Miyake, smellin up my Kawasaki Jawns by Versace all 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, balla 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 bed spread Keep the pussy, I got other plans instead Just gimme some head, gimme some head If you aint fuckin me for life I dont want it, I dont want it And if you aint tryna make me your wife I dont need it, I dont need it Im not about that life I dont get down, get down like that Some bitches do and some bitches dont Some niggas spend cash on that ass Shit, I know I wont! That shit you kickin? Nigga it aint hittin It is what it is, hope you can handle your biz A real nigga know he gotta put his back in it If its some weed, fuck around and pull the crack in it I see you talk so slick, but you cum real quick This bomb ass shit, got your cigarettes lit Nine outta ten women wanna spin on the skin Hold up, nigga wait Them bitches aint me, Im what 9/10 other women wanna be Better tell em Lil Cease Ayo, you crazy sis, dont put me in that shit Fuck around and say the wrong shit and Ill be in a twist You know that nigga Big get high and start trippin Try to make you mad, but then you get to flippin Ayo Fiz, I understand where you comin from But these hoes is savages, son! Let me put it to you like this Cause really, Im just tryna make this clear You dont need to be confusin, get the wrong idea You got to earn much, you need to have a plan Cause Im the type you want to wife, I aint no one-night-stand The only way Im rockin this, you got to put a ring on it You gotta lock it down , show me what you really about If you aint fuckin me for life I dont want it, I dont want it And if you aint tryna make me your wife I dont need it, I dont need it Im not about that life I dont get down, get down like that If you aint fuckin me for life I dont want it, I dont want it And if you aint tryna make me your wife I dont need it, I dont need it Im not about that life I dont get down, get down like that

Yeah, yeah, yeah And ya dont stop, and ya wont stop And ya dont stop I was a terror since the public school era Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the trey-deuce And the deuce-deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the Mac in my knapsack Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Acs and Sidekicks With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we wanna know is where the party at And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I dont get shot Better throw my vest on my chest, cause niggas is a mess It dont take nothing but fronting for me to start something Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting Dumbing out, just me and my crew Cause all we wanna do is Ladies from front to back Sipping on Champagne glass Its all where the partys at Ladies creeping their ride Pimping and getting high To be where the partys at 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 Ladies from front to back Sipping on Champagne glass Its all where the partys at Ladies creeping their ride Pimping and getting high To be where the partys at 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 Cant we just all get along? So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon And its on, and Im gone, thats that Ladies from front to back Sipping on Champagne glass Its all where the partys at Ladies creeping their ride Pimping and getting high To be where the partys at

Here we go now, yea Cmon, yea, check it I said my solo jump off been boomin since nine-six My solo jump off been boomin since nine-six Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits I keep my name on the way on top of the now list Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit Its like the feelin after watchin a couple of flick And once you hear the kid, youll be knowin the sound sick Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip Thats when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous A lot of haters Im knowin you like this While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist I say LADIES, my MERCEDES Hold fo in the back, two if you fat Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back When you step up in the club I know you know how to act Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, Im sayin Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three And we dont give a fuck about who you claimin to be My jewels blind bitches where they aint able to see These fools try to talk just a little much to a G They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea I got my paper see, I aint doin nuttin for free Unless its for the hood, it might cost you a small fee Niggas all in the street, whylin whippin the V Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy In case you niggas aint even knowin my pedigree Invested in resorts for the niggas who go and ski If you aint know the streets is belongin to me I get my people from the hood and then take em all on a spree shoppin While you niggas is busy coppin the pleas We busy blowin frontin like you aint knowin my stee Yea, snap yo fingers, cmon {heavy breathing} Here we go now, yea Cmon

As soon as I leave the house you want to 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 want to 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 trying to 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 fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Runnin 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 poppin Eazy-muthaphukkin-E from east side south Compton Straight givin up the real On how a nigga feel talk that shit, mothafuckers caps get peeled Layin low in the cut Gettin high than a motherfucker - Niggas know whats up Im that gangsta-gangsta, is that what theyre still yellin? Nigga G to a T saggin and bailin Live by the gun, you know what Im sayin, Ren? So I guess Ill die by that motherfucker 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 the motherfuckin real

Lil Kim is Queen Bee Its Lil Kim, the one they all love and hate The Queens back bitches, regurgitate I got these hoes real sick like a stomach ache Blue-faced Rollies, animals on my vertebrae We out the country, nah we dont do States Married to the game, nah we dont do dates Im eatin good, but I gotta watch my weight Fourteen carats in my salad gold plate I treat the track like a bedpan I got ill thoughts, need a head scan Got that old money, like the Bread Man Thats why these bitches all rotten like a dead man From London to Italy, Romania to France Im diplomat status, check the passport stamps You hoes is pathetic, faker than prosthetics Somebody call the paramedics I got these hoes Cause the flow They at the show Front row Queen Bee Lil Kim is The ass And the pussys The swag Birkin bag Jimmy Choos Bentley coupes Queen Bee Lil Kim is No fake shit, permanent realness The minute that you feel this, its terminal illness Incurable, they aint able to heal this All I ever try to do is give you the real Kiss Let it off then we fleeing the scene They aint see us but they heard that it was me and the Queen I got this Tom Ford shit on, and she in McQueen Think Im going colorblind, all I see is the green Aint worth counting if it aint done properly House on the mountain, V12s on the property Cup full of drink, big Dutch full of broccoli Cancer on the track, even Dre cant doctor me No penicillin, no antibiotic Just the Purple Haze, lil something exotic Booth or the barrel, quicker to the cabbage Al-Qaeda Jada, sicker than your average And you know Im Chain got em Game got em My name got em I been had em Cause my bars is Yeah Nothing like yall Im And you know Im Chain got em Game got em My name got em I been had em Cause my bars is

Cheeba chebba, yall Youre all Cheeba cheeba, yall I need Ya dont stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh Cootie in the chair Youre all Cheeba cheeba, yall I need Ya dont stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh Cootie in the, check it Shorty, Im there for you anytime you need me For real, girl, its me in your world, believe me Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things thats forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothin You made a brother feel like he was somethin Thats why Im with you to this day, boo, no frontin Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, Baby, itll be okay Now thats real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my cootie away, and keep it tight, aight And Ima walk these dogs so we can live In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you dont need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and Ima make sure we Be livin in the effin lap of luxury Im realizing that you didnt have to funk wit me But you did, now Im going all out, kid And I got mad love to give Youre all Cheeba cheeba, yall I need Ya dont stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh, all I need Youre all Cheeba cheeba, yall I need Ya dont stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh Tical Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you Ill spend my time Ill dedicate my life Ill sacrifice for you Dedicate my life for you I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone Im already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home Even if Im locked up North you in the world Rockin three-fourths of cloth, never showin your stuff off, boo It be true, me for you, thats how it is Ill be your Noah, you be my Wiz Im your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please Be on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman, and child The highest elevation, cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love Suck up on these Youre all Cheeba cheeba, yall I need Ya dont stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh Cootie in the, tical Youre all Cheeba cheeba, yall I need Ya dont stop, ya dont stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh Cootie in the chair, tical Youre all Cheeba cheeba, yall I need Ya dont stop, ya dont stop To get by Yeah yeah Ahh Cootie in the chair, tical Youre all Mary J., yall I need And Methical To get by Yeah yeah Ahh Cootie in the chair, tical Youre all Cheeba cheeba, yall I need Cheeba cheeba, yall To get by Cheeba cheeba, yall Ahh Youre all Yeah I need Cheeba cheeba, yall To get by Ahh Whats that shit that they be smokin? Youre all I need To get by Ahh Youre all I need To get by Johnny Blaze Ahh Youre all I need To get by Ahh Man, woman, and child

Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the windows Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the windows One, two ,three , and to the four Eazy muthafuckin E With the chrome to your dome Cruisin in my 64 rag top I got a lot of juice A lot of fuckin block Now when I hit that switch Im bouncin More bounce to the ounce And Im clownin Keep the gat in my lap Cuz Im fully strapped For the car jackers Fuck no hapsters I pack a Tech-9 Plus a AK-47 Send a one way ticket to my hell Or maybe heaven, peep Nigga I dont sleep Bury muthafuckas in the concrete You try creep kinda slow in a Astro But I peep you niggas out in my left window So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the windows Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the windows Now, ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggas ‘cause they lame In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, Im a thug nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if its on, nigga, then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit em up, WESTSIDE! Aint nobody loved me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back I get my currency in stacks, California is where Im at Ridin, passed by while these niggas wondered why I got shot but didnt die, let em see whos next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; nigga, still ballin Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the windows Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the windows So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back Talkin about the gats in ya raps But I cant feel that hardcore appeal that youre screamin Maybe Im dreamin This aint Christopher Williams Still some MCs gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggas sayin, Biggie off the street, its a miracle! Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas actin shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill ya quicker Especially when Im drunk off the liquor Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks-es Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the windows Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the windows

About Eazy... Tell me how yall felt, when you heard first that he had.. announced that he had AIDS, and then.. I guess... When I found he had it, I was twisted. I was torn up for a couple minutes. Just.. took me by surprise, because he was just with us, you know? He was just with us, he was just hanging out with us. And I dont -- I didnt see.. I was not expecting to see a stamp saying AIDS all on his body, but I couldnt see the mans signs, you know what Im saying? Nothing, not even a sickness, like coughs or nothing. When I heard that my man was on the death-bed, it shook me up. Scrazy.

Uh, uh 96 catalog Uh, check it Get money, uh How you figure that your team can affect my cream? Gold and platinum plaques since I stepped on the scene Know what I mean? Peep the scene, Jacuzzi full of women She hitting me and him and him, much love like Wimbledon While niggas screaming killer, Im overseas in my villa With my masseuse, nothin illa Frank switch the plan, cop the Lexus Land C-Gutta, Roc-A-Fella 400s and better Lil Cease push threes with fives in his eyes Knocking Not Gon Cry by Mary Blige I die for my niggas packing steel, chickenheads with sex appeal Reveal sexual acts up in Capones Ac The chocolate dimes watch the M.A.F.I.A. shine Girls, bring your own, cant touch a dime of mine! Know what Im saying? Know what Im saying dog? Know what Im saying dog? Niggas, niggas, niggas on the beat They dont even be knowing like, how we be rolling You know what Im saying? Like We be like a big roller, group on you know what Im saying? The bananas is gone! The bananas is missing, dog! A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women Bringing in coke and heroin to condos with elevators in them Vehicles with televisions in them Watch their entourage turn yours to just mirages Disappearing acts, strictly 9s and MACs Killers be serial, Copperfield material My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it Any place I visit, I got land there How can niggas stand there and say I sound like them? Hello Push wigs back and push 6 coupes thats yellow Bust clips that extend from hand to elbow Spray up your Days Inn, any telly youre in Crack bagging, sick of bragging of how my mink be dragging Desert Es street sweepers inside the Beamer wagon I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die Put that on my diamond bezel, youre fucking with the Devil You know youre fucking with the devil right? Straight up dog Nigga talking all that bullshit, nigga trying to sell some motherfucking records Niggas a pussy, man. Straight up, man, hes a fake

And the question remains, why was he gunned down in the streets of Los Angeles and who was responsible? Im feelin some type of way Can somebody explain why? Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain I gotta make it on my own, like whos gon hold me down, down Your life was so profound, cant nobody wear your crown They took your life in vain but your memories still remain Its a misery to me, Ill give anything to know who shot ya And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya Somebody knows We were havin a good time up in the party Even though we wasnt really speakin at the time And we never got to have a conversation That still weighs heavy on my mind Busy ignorin each other We didnt know if we be over In just a matter of time I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind And I still dont have the answers even after all this time Im feelin some type of way Can somebody explain why? Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain I gotta make it on my own, like whos gon hold me down, down Your life was so profound, cant nobody wear your crown They took your life in vain but your memories still remain Its a misery to me, Ill give anything to know who shot ya And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya Somebody knows Cant believe its been this long Twenty years have come and gone There is so much we need to know And until I get some kind of resolution I cannot choose to let go No help from the police So we hang on to the memories Whoever did it better stay low-key Cause its hard to creep them Brooklyn streets I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind And I still dont have the answers even after all this time Im feelin some type of way Can somebody explain why? Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain I gotta make it on my own, like whos gon hold me down, down Your life was so profound, cant nobody wear your crown They took your life in vain but your memories still remain Its a misery to me, Ill give anything to know who shot ya And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya Somebody knows I dont even know where to start and its very hard to address it A conversation still that most niggas dont want to mess with Continue his blessings I send to you and Mama Wallace To this day I carry a picture of BIG in my wallet While I give you these bars, I try not to lose my composure It has been twenty years and yes you still lookin for closure Still cant try over bein a baby, not havin my father My heart continues to go after CJ and Tyanna Tryna avoid truckin bout it, not to revisit the drama Let me remind the shooter that the most gangster nigga is karma Big Poppa, yes, we will rep your legacy proper And now downtown to provide the answers in your honor Frank and Pac, I hope yall had the chance to talk in heaven fellas About the truth that really led to why yall both aint here to tell us Yall probably up there talkin about who really fuckin did it Maybe you a sinners should sign with some honest answers in it I walk to Tillery park where we use to smoke with Flex and Even after all this time, we could never fully accept it From Western house Brooklyn to bein one of the great To the last time we linked up, I shed a tear at your wake The Notorious B.I.G. was silenced forever, and Los Angeles police are searching for his killer

Its cold outside Uh, uh, its cold outside Bad boy, bad boy Uh, yeah Its cold outside Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Biggie Smalls, who you represent? The Brooklyn clique Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick Represent them thugs Not them shearling rugs Leathers that fasten Sean Combs be lasting 1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose So no-one be seeing them thugs thats demeaning The flavors in the city, its a pity Them other damn jackets dont fit me They just plain itty bitty Why cant a big guy stay fly? Listen up, Polo Grounds down to Bed-Stuy Stay fly in that Brooklyn Mint And heres the main reason Sitting in that jacket, man I know you be freezing Flavors in the vest Bulletproof on the chest Keep the burner on the waist And still dress to impress Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Yall should know this rap thing, I got it down to a size Big goose underneath it, thats the metal appliance And if we dont bust a cap on you so called gangsters Dont front, you a little bit scared now, aint ya? Now this is 05, its a brand new thing Bout time the rap game crowned a brand new king I been sitting here squadding on this Tidal belt When I drive it, watch how my rivals felt Its the second coming of Black, so run and get your raps And do a couple of dips, and run a few laps I stay in first place with the style of a Lear If you try to battle the kid you really gon need a Whole crew, not 2 man, 3 or 4 You gon lead the whole posse, a masimore Even then B, aint no chance for ya You fucking round with the rap gargantuans Bad Boy, man easy pimp When Im dishing out the pain nobody exempt You was good til your scam uncovered Who the man in fatigues with the blicky? Thats the god, belove it And he cold like a bitchs heart Yeah he cold and ridges hard You dont want beef? Shit, dont start, man Its B. Rob, Im taking it back D got Kim with the product, we cookin crack Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Pop off till Im hard and grey Imma even see Al Green get shot down like Marvin Gaye No disrespect, pardon me Lotta dudes got locked down but few had heart to stay Puff couldnt take Marphs demay Sit your five-dollar ass before I make change, stay in your lane Cause only champs sip on pain You the type to like Piña Coladas, and getting caught in the rain Biggie Smalls, who you represent? The Brooklyn clique Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick Represent them thugs Not them shearling rugs Leathers that fasten Sean Combs be lasting 1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose So no-one be seeing them thugs thats demeaning Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on? Whats going on? What ya throwin on?

{​car starting}​ When I had.. fuck had Where I was.. thats where you were By my side thats where you stood, can you feel me? And then you wanted to go out there and play me? Are you crazy? Yo Biggie how we do it? Now Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love wit em Hit em and forget em and go handle my business What is this wit you, all you wanna do is lay around And stay around, and get mad when I play around Tuesday I saw you in the Z, but you still wanna get with me Wednesday is the Benz day, thats what your friends say So I guess you think Im slippin cause I aint flippin Baby Im Big Poppa aint no need to be trippin You know that I care - baby Why you keep on stressin me Im walkin out the door - baby Is this how you want it to be? When you used to call Chorus: And when you were with me Cant nobody do it like me Why ya tryin to play When the tables turn youll see I know how its gonna be You are gonna beg, to see me Wanting how it used to be When you used to call Chorus All I do all day is drink Tanqueray Thinkin of a way to put a smile on your face It seems like its a waste of time, its why I wrote the rhyme I hear you jumpin in every car, except for mine Should I wine and dine you, put rings on your fingers While sex from the next man in the bedroom lingers? You betta slow your roll baby You aint got enuff dough to pay me You know the pin number just page me when you real baby Uh! Chorus You should realize If you love me right Ill still be here baby Ive had it all before So girl, why you, tryin to play me? Chorus: repeat 2X

Baby I don’t want the money I just need you back with me, yeah There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, for you I do, give anything The odds are finding out Finding your love You’re a million to one A billion to one Baby you’re much more than a billion Youre worth more than, a billion Hey

Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas Notorious B.I.G, lyrics cold pushing em MC wanna get with me, but theyre pussy, Im douching em Yes, I got the ridiculous conspicuous hardcore flow Dont ya know? Dont ya know, in the house let me introduce The hardcore nigga with the timberland boots Tied up to the top, but when I drop Oh, pass that nigga, dont stop dont stop Can you feel me? Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas Ricky Ricky Ricky, cant you see? MCs wanna flip on me Why? Because Im the B-I-G-G-I-E Niggas wanna get with the nigga with the mad props But my timberlands are cocked up Niggas wanna get locked up But when they get fucked up they get cut up They bleed when I retrieve My MCs dont want nobodys problems The notorious! Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas Alright, recognise the pedigree The notorious! Here to let you know, if ya Feel the funk just dripping to your buttcheeks Grab a honey, if she dont wanna speak Throw your hands in the air Wave em like you dont care The notorious!

Time, time to get paid Time to get paid, time to get, time to get, Time to get.. Time to get paid Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Now-Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid Time to get paid Time to get paid Time-Time to get paid Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Now-Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid Time to get paid Time to get paid Time-Time to get paid Money, money, money Bitches, bitches, bitches All these fucking killers, but the jails full of snitches A dollar aint got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is Got a crew of guerillas, stomp niggas like roaches Put niggas lights out, buenas noches You can go to the left, but dont lose the focus Whatever the fuck you do, dont lose the focus Aint nothing changed, niggas throw them Rs up Come through on a higher boost, light them cars up Vatos Locos, man we are nuts You know thats us when we tear shit up, what? We gets it in, no muthafucking doubt Aint got to pop a nigga, I punch him in his mouth Got ya soft like funeral music, cut it out For real, fuck is all the noise about, bitch? Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Now-Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid Time to get paid Time to get paid Time-Time to get paid Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Now-Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid Time to get paid Time to get paid Time-Time to get paid If it walk like a duck, Imma treat it like a duck If it look like pussy, then its gon get fucked See, we get down for real, blam niggas from the truck And you can keep talking slick but you dont get stuck You cats making funny moves and I dont know what you up to But keep talking slick and you gon make me say fuck you Im a grown ass nigga, walk alone ass nigga Bring it to you Aint no beefing on the phone ass nigga Nowadays theres so much bitch in niggas I wouldnt be surprised if there was dick in niggas They dont make em like they used to But yall better get used to A nigga keeping it real Just because he choose to They know Im in some pain because I go against the grain Go against the game and show a nigga that thing Throw a nigga the flame Keep niggas up Double R for life, we deep nigga, what? Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Now-Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid Time to get paid Time to get paid Time-Time to get paid Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Now-Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid Time to get paid Time to get paid Time-Time to get paid All my life Ive been struggling Problems Ive been juggling But Ima be alright All my life Ive been struggling Problems Ive been juggling But Ima be alright All my life Ive been struggling Problems Ive been juggling But Ima be alright All my life Ive been struggling Problems Ive been juggling But Ima be alright Man, man, man, suck a dick What the fuck? Fuck outta here with that bullshit, hey Real talk Real fucking talk man Fuck outta here with that bullshit nigga Id knock 90% of these niggas the fuck out, son Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Now-Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid Time to get paid Time to get paid Time-Time to get paid Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Now-Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid Time to get paid Time to get paid Time-Time to get paid

What were you doing before you hooked up with Puffy? Pharmaceuticals, you know how it is Typical. So... are you a bad guy tryna be good or a good guy tryna be bad? Im just someone tryna make it. How you start singing? Emmanuel Baptist Church Choir Huh typical I dont know what Ill be doing, but I aint think Ill be doing this When I was a little girl, everybody told me singing was my destiny, but I was thinking I would make a career out of doing the beat box Nah, I know you aint saying you know how to beat box Dont be trying to play me out Give me some old school flavor You gonna rhyme on it? Im gonna tear it down! Aight! haha Some call me Biggie or B.I.G Im just chilling in the place to be Now I aint tryna preach or teach some knowledge Im just tryna call you Faith Evans Wallace Tada! Ahahahaha I like your laugh, its sexy. So why dont you let me do that? Do what? Make you laugh. Can I be that man? Can I be that man?

Lets say there are many times I looked And saw reflections of my son I argued sometimes, consulted; I saw results, and said Well done. I thought of him constantly And silently asked Why? I tried fervently And just cannot say goodbye I lived with visions twined and twisted Passion so cold And withered thoughts, battered and shattered I dreamed dreams Cherished memories Housed friendship And promises that mattered In the end Time is treasured; But love for my son? Its everlasting

Its cold outside Biggie Smalls! Makaveli Fuckers Picture me in heaven, a worthless buddha head Fuck that shit, rather hell instead I wanna tote guns, I wanna slit wrists Any repercussions, spit clips Niggas dont like me cause Im thuggin Pray to god I dont scream when its time to fry Bustin on these motherfuckers in my mask Wonder if Im hellbound? 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 lounging in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion She dont even love me like she did when I was younger Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit 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 fucking calling me But nah, you wouldnt understand Picture me in heaven, a worthless buddha head Fuck that shit, rather hell instead I wanna tote guns, I wanna slit wrists Any repercussions, spit clips Niggas dont like me cause Im thuggin Pray to god I dont scream when its time to fry Bustin on these motherfuckers in my mask Wonder if Im hellbound? They wanna bury me, Im worried -- Im losin my mind Look down the barrel of my 9, and my visions blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord But he ignores me, unfortunately, ‘cause Im guilty Show me a miracle, Im hopeless Im chokin off marijuana smoke With every toke its like Im losin focus Fallin to sleep while Im at service, when will I die? Forever paranoid and nervous, because Im high Dont mention funerals, Im stressin and goin nutty And reminiscin bout them niggas that murdered my buddy I wonder: When will I be happy? Aint nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways But still that dont promise me the next day So I stay thuggin with a passion, forever blastin Im bustin on these motherfuckers in my madness They wonder if Im hellbound Well, Hell cant be worse than this, ‘cause Im in Hell now Dont make me hurt you, I dont want to, but I will Seen motherfuckers killed over phone bills Never will I die, Ill be back Reincarnated as a motherfuckin MAC -11, ‘cause in Heaven theres no shortage on Gs Im tellin you now: You motherfuckers dont know me You dont know me! Picture me in heaven, a worthless buddha head Fuck that shit, rather hell instead I wanna tote guns, I wanna slit wrists Any repercussions, spit clips Niggas dont like me cause Im thuggin Pray to god I dont scream when its time to fry Bustin on these motherfuckers in my mask Wonder if Im hellbound? Picture me in heaven, a worthless buddha head Fuck that shit, rather hell instead I wanna tote guns, I wanna slit wrists Any repercussions, spit clips Niggas dont like me cause Im thuggin Pray to god I dont scream when its time to fry Bustin on these motherfuckers in my mask Wonder if Im hellbound?

Part 1: Absurd Crashin everything for the come up Stackin and stackin and stackin this guap up Zoom Ive been in the kitchen whippin up like Bobby Flay Damn I just missed two back to back calls from 2 Chainz Speakers bumpin T.R.U. Jack City, I might move back to the A Just to go back to Magic City with PK and make it rain Full throttle now We got fetti, tell the waitress bring the bottles now Back in the G I used to stay cross from the Waffle House Oh you aint heard, bitch we poppin now If I say the word she gon drop it down What the fuck you lookin at? Nigga I dont know you I grew up where they juugin at and granny cookin soul food Starin at pictures prayin her son comin home soon Seein the twisters on Brian brother Danny old school Turned me to a west side nigga, only thing throwin up Like that Bedstuy nigga, I had dreams of blowin up I had no idea of what an idea could become I live in my mind and such, plus I do not talk too much Fuck niggas tellin anywhere, they run their mouth like girl cousins in the hood Man that shit absurd, keep it understood You cant keep it real? Thats absurd I stay off the kill and you stay off the pill? Thats absurd You live with your bitch and she pay all the bills? Thats absurd I show love and pussy niggas hatin still... thats absurd Just wont stop til the paper on top And the fader on top, elevator on top Scarface in the drop, far away from the block Far away where the neighbors stay far away And they bring fruit cakes when they knock And they just walk in cause shit aint locked Hit, hit on the J, and my nigga Im just tryna go pop I just wanna go shop, for the times I was in the hood And coulda got shot Stead I slanged 16s, coulda slanged them rocks Sellin still in them zones, Im just holdin on to my soul And sellin all of these songs Crashin everything for the come up They all owe me a little somethin But you tell these niggas its nothin But tell them niggas its comin And tell them niggas if they got a problem I still got the same number And I still got the same woman And yeah, nigga I love her Ill pay the ransom for her So if you need that, you need that I aint hard to find or get, hope you cant by drift Im bout to swag now, excuse my drift Seems to be its out the bag, now, Gizzles here And I done even came down on the price, nigga Were in the middle here, Im tryna find someone as hard as me On 5 I couldnt find anything after all these years You cant keep it real? Thats absurd I stay off the kill and you stay off the pill? Thats absurd You live with your bitch and she pay all the bills? Thats absurd I show love and pussy niggas hatin still... God damn, nigga thats absurd Niggas makin absurd claims in the city They know the truth They know they aint fuckin with me Not at all We chargin activation fees like the beeper store at the mall Dont give a fuck about yall Zoomin Might bang on yah like Jordan did Patrick EwingPart 2: May 21st Broken, broken dreams, broken promises Politics, young nigga spendin up his common sense on compliments There go them niggas in that mall again There go them niggas on that ballin shit Salt stir, I blow a bag full of condiments Stories that the media feedin us, no Im not convinced War is what we up against, feel like we on the fence Between riches and righteous, I cant decide to pick Pomona to Providence, fendin for survival Cant open up a Bible but you quick to open bottles Chasin freak hoes, hopin that she swallow Fuck her for the first time, feelin like you won the lotto Twist... all a cycle, they treat you like a psycho We all gotta go one day, look at Michael Starin at the stars, treat em like theyre idols Not even knowin theyre suicidal Lost on a trip far away from home May God have mercy on my grateful soul Now this is the part where I make a toast Cause out of me and my teachers, I made the most Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can Have what you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can Have what you want, be what you want Sky is the limit, sky is the Sky is the limit, baby Sky is the limit And you can have what you want Be what you want, baby Sky is the limit, baby Ayo, talk to em Do your thing, young nigga, do your thing Do your thing, young nigga, do your thing Pursue your dreams, get that cream The sky is the limit, you just dream Come on I was a shame, my crew was lame I had enough heart for most of them Long as I got stuff from most of them Its on, even when I was wrong I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus Im fucking bitches aint my homegirls now Start stacking, dabbled in crack, gun packing Nickname Medina make the seniors tote my Niñas From gym class, to English pass off a global The only nigga with a mobile cant you see like Total Getting larger in waists and tastes Aint no telling where this felon is heading, just in case Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space Your brain was a terrible thing to waste God sent me here to inspire you If I can do it, you can do it You gotta stop making them excuses, man Cause its nothing you cant do See, Im a superhero, you feel me? Yeah its that crazy You gotta think that crazy to be great Do your thing, young nigga, do your thing Do your thing, young nigga, do your thing

Its some Junior Mafia shit right here We just gonna set it off Wes know the deal This shit is real On this end, uh Shit is real on this end No friends, J-M Shit is real on this end No friends, J-M Got into my mind, shit is smoked up, my sight is blind Cock back the nine cause I might not like what I find Murders I seen, killer fiend Through the endosheen mean burst into flying guilotine Hennesey I sip til Im ripped Iron the gun and slip exhale hollow tips With my pointer angle, this must be the devils triangle Confused, so I mangle, demons I had to strangle Professional hitman and so they guns, multi clips I grab my gats, cock, go back and let him pull it I said Ill rough a real bitch, nigga, you better back up With the four-four devil loaded, so motherfuckers slack up I shit the raps and craps, give me my snaps Bitches wanting the claps cause Im leaving em with fucking gaps I write rhymes, the game mind, the maintain mind The rag around my head is for the gang sign So with the bottom lick the sha body shody Fear nobody adolescence catching fucking bodies On all you bitches, gang-bangers, snitches I get so fucked up I dont know, which, which, is which is Larcenys a part of me, trifling is stifling, MCs on they ass Two snakes in the fucking grass, nigga Do you know what time is is? No friends, J-M The keys, G-S 3s, the papes Bustin in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young Gs perspective The keys, G-S 3s, the papes Bustin in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young Gs perspective The dirty trigger nigga, fuck the looking good shit I rather grab my gat, cock bullshit Heat I keep when I creep Using the Snake intellect to catch wreck and count them greens A nigga drops, I wish it was the cops Shit is hot, got the motherfucking block locked Wicked creator, life eliminator Continue to sin you, murders on the menu Which get in you, meet the boom on the stab wound Blood harvester tomb catch a body every full moon MCs with temptation, death by asphyxiation Snake relation like proper damn nation Since birth on this scortched dirt Badness with the lyricals pocket full of miracles Im sick, and sick of being tired Aint a soul I fear, too tired to care At sunrise to let my tempature rise Eagle eyes, dont believe in me, believe your eyes Should I cry? Cause I wet a nigga then he die Go cock my line, roll up and get high The keys, G-S 3s, the papes Bustin in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young Gs perspective The keys, G-S 3s, the papes Bustin in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young Gs perspective I cause dirty bodies and bloodclots, very busses and buck shots Cock gluts and run the block, niggas who clean they clucks Niggas can see me nots, let it get hot Murder mo niggas and got a longer wrap sheet than mets and cot Because I only get drastic so who has the black plastic Specs in the back with all the caskets Who can be mo killa? Blood spilla, clips with hollow points So when a nigga slips he shits like hes got salmonela Danger approaches, checking for who gets closest Youre closest to get my focus, smoke these rookies like roaches Who can cause more terror than this like a full terrorist Breaking niggas like matches, broken bitches appoaches And you know this nigga lets it increase With mo heat than a heater specialy when I got my milimeter Burning up these niggas like VD, these niggas try to see me Now Im making benders like Houdini The keys, G-S 3s, the papes Bustin in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young Gs perspective The keys, G-S 3s, the papes Bustin in bitches making their periods late Cleaning out cribs, coke crums off the plate Niggas real protective, young Gs perspective No doubt, no doubt The Bay Area meets Bedstuy Black Jack Junior M.A.F.I.A Frank White is the fucker Keeping it real for the 9-6 until, uh Yeah, no friends, J-M Uh, no friends, J-M I need a Black Jack Uh, no friends, J-M Uh, The Snakes No friends, J-M, uh No friends, J-M, uh Uh, No friends J-M

If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one Ive got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my caskets closed Rap critics that say hes Money, Cash, Hoes Im from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapatos Youd celebrate the minute you was having dough Im like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you dont like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I dont play they show They dont play my hits, well I dont give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, fuckers Uhh uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi test? And the winner is... Yall niggas know the rules I blast on niggas so -- -- 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 every-body Big Willie Done did it, come widdit, get yo head splitted Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your shit it, just aint got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin IV to pump-in, 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, you tried to box Dangerous youre not I gets down Twist your body {singing} round and round, upside down Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon Bitch grab your tits, cmon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, cmon Thugs tote yo shit We bout to get mo rich, cmon Lets blow the club, cmon Fuck the place up, cmon Shake yo nasty ass And make it swing all around, cmon Yo, make this money Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon Bounce in your whips, cmon Bitch lick yo lips, cmon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, cmon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, cmon I dont know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has Im from rags to riches, niggas I aint dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one, hit me Beat Fades Out Westsiiiiddee! Haha Top Dogg, bite em all Nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C Yeah we hooking back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggas drug dealers yeah they giving it up Lowlife, yo life Boy we living it up Taking chances while we dancing in the party for sure Slip my ho a forty-fo and she got in the back do Bitches looking at me strange but you know I dont care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swanging my hair Bitch quit talking, Crip walk, stay down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo ass get cracked, bitch shut yo trap Come back, get back, thats the part of success If you believe in the S youll be relieving your stress All my niggas on the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas on the West Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up Niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up Niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns All niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns All my niggas from the East Side, throw your guns up Ha ha ha, yeah nigga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me? Throw your guns up!! Aint got nothing to do with Old School New School, Dirty South West Coast, East Coast, this about us This our thing, you know what Im saying This came from the gut, from the blood From the soul, right here, man This is our thing, man

Now Biggie Smalls is not the type to fall in love with em Hit em and forget em and go handle my business What is this with you, all you wanna do is lay around And stay around and get mad when I play around Tuesday I saw you on the zee, but you still wanna get wit me Wednesday is the Benz day, thats what your friends say So I guess you think Im slippin cause I aint flippin Baby, Im Big Poppa, aint no need to be trippin I dont care about the money or the cars that you got uh Cause it dont mean nothing I done did a whole lot and I got my own I can teach you some thing Im not impressed by those things Cause I aint the one who needs you The reason that I fuck with you aint because I need you baby I do what I wanna do, I dont need a man to save me If its money in the bank, I got it You dont never have to do without it with me All I do all day is drink Tanqueray Thinking of a way to put a smile on your face It seems like its a waste of time, thats why I wrote the rhyme I hear you jump in every car, except for mine But you mean them Benzes and Bentleys they see me in all the time? The range rover trucks? Thats all mine You better slow your roll baby, you aint got enough dough to pay me You know the pin number, just page me when you real baby I dont care about the money or the cars that you got uh Cause it dont mean nothing I done did a whole lot and I got my own I can teach you some thing Im not impressed by those things Cause I aint the one who needs you The reason that I fuck with you aint because I need you baby I do what I wanna do, I dont need a man to save me If its money in the bank, I got it You dont never have to do without it with me So let me hold you down You could do the same for me Baby youre so bright on top I could be your everything Just dont take me for granted Like someone else couldnt have it Theres so many fish in the sea The reason that I fuck with you aint because I need you baby I do what I wanna do, I dont need a man to save me If its money in the bank, I got it You dont never have to do without it with me The reason that I fuck with you aint because I need you baby I do what I wanna do, I dont need a man to save me If its money in the bank, I got it You dont never have to do without it with me The reason that I fuck with you aint because I need you baby I do what I wanna do, I dont need a man to save me If its money in the bank, I got it You dont never have to do without it with me

This right here is for all the girls Who I used to talk to who didnt amount to be shit in life You know what im sayin? All the girls who used to call Their man on me when I was in front of the building Just tryin to get their numbers Tryna put my seed up in em, you know.. All the girls who gave me a wrong number When I just asked them for their fuckin phone number Tryin to call em and hook up for a date and all that shit... All the girls who left me in restaurants eatin... Talkin bout they gonna use the phone And left me with the fuckin bill.... My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah HA! It was all a dream, I used to read Playboy magazine Niggas gettin their dick licked with whipped cream Women from all places, no matter what their race is Mami wanna put punani where your face is I said Huh? What? Put my face by her trap Smoke weed, bamboo, lick her in her private spot Way back before niggas even started smokin crack They used to act, proooo black Remember Brand Nubian, One for all? Who ever thought Akinyele would get paid for grabbin his balls Now Im in the strip bar, big rap star Time to get laid, which one of yall girls wanna get paid? The lieu..tenant, sit behind windows tinted Remember when I used to push cars that was rented Now I cop the drop top, made thier hearts stop Drive another block, they be like yo, that was Ak! Huh! I stay away from the A-I-D Pack condoms like guns cuz thats the way I be One love to the late great Eazy-E Larry Flynt, Hugh Heffner, and Ron Jeremy Huh! I get pussy you know how I do Call the crib last four numbers, ten-eighty-two What the fuck?? My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah I can take the girl from the local streets And take her to Cancun and fuck her on the beach And Im far from cheap, I make sure all my niggas get laid Open your legs girl, make some way, Hey-ay! Around the way they used to diss me, girls never kiss me Now they writing letters how they miss me I never thought that hard work could pay off and shit I was too used to jerkin off and shit Now the hunnies play me close, like the butter play the toast When Im grabbin em, Ill be baggin them like a Coach Condos in Queens, head blown for weeks Feelin up the cheeks of the put it in ya mouth freaks Raw sex is what I fear, so I pack condoms when it comes to this here I hump bitch! A bunch of bitchs grabbed the family jewels Considered a fool cuz I get more ass than a mule Stereotype of a perverted nigga misunderstood....and its still all good My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah Yeah this for all the girls when I used to call they house They see my number on the caller ID And they never pick up the phone..fuck you... This for all the girls when I used to call em They answer their phone like Hello and when I say Its Ak they act like their fuckin sleep.. Yeah fuck you... This is dedicated to the Notorious B.I.G My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah Oh my-my coochie Oh its so fuckin juicy Talkin bout my coochie oh its fuckin juicy Talkin bout my coochie oh its fuckin juicy...

Uh Inhale this, clench your fist Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus Can ya, picture this? Life without me? Wake up, youre having bad dreams Cause ya fiend for a toke My crew tote Tocques and mink coats On the cell with the boat What you thought, get caught, get bailed out? Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks Is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs Cristal pourer, be glad we aint takin yours Boring huh? Im warnin ya Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich When I fuck with scratch and sniff Now I stacks the shit, and practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous So I can relax a bit, and get my dick licked Drugs, baby Haha Need a little something that can take me there To a place that I can get away from My feelings so far away Somewhere with my head up in the clouds Suddenly it doesnt feel so loud So far, away, somewhere I got em Ayo, platinum choker, heavy smoker The gun toter, Barrack Obam supporter Recently Hillary voter Smoking loud way up in the cloud Disappearing in my thoughts Disappearing from courts Yao Ming face, eyes chinky Kush got my breath stinky 50 thousand large shine on my pinky Women lust me, they say Im too ghetto They cant trust me, my timeline be filled with his bitch He wanna bust me, Mira Mira talk Coca Cola deals, big scales Doing different shit, Alaska SnapChatting at Wheels Donnie My prognosis is atrocious out the black wraith Fly shit, never down, I stay with some faith Ahh Need a little something that can take me there To a place that I can get away from My feelings so far away Somewhere with my head up in the clouds Suddenly it doesnt feel so loud So far, away, somewhere Dreamt of Ferraris and Ferragamos Raised on the streets, and married the marijuana Told the joint terminate my thoughts like Sarah Conner But it couldnt, but I smoked with Big, a badge of honor And Faith, whats fate? Light and 8th and Im straight Thats the morning But Imma need a zip when its late I used to sit on the crate But now I dip in the seats Of the Cherokee The therapys a spliff to the face Im from the strain gang and the mean team Cut the lights, turn the beat on, let the pain bang Light the joint, the escape route You heard it from the Ghost But you should it hear it from Faith now Need a little something that can take me there To a place that I can get away from My feelings so far away Somewhere with my head up in the clouds Suddenly it doesnt feel so loud So far, away, somewhere Ayo Big, we got it We gon hold baby-girl down, man Ay, ay, ay Talk now baby

Jpeux pas leur mentir, jen ai assez pour bâtir un empire Et mes couilles font disparaître ma peur Et la dope arrive à bon port, elle est un peu jaune, elle est pure Dure, mais ils en veulent encore, hein Quest-ce que tu veux qujte dise ? Appart que jte baise et quon consomme la douce pour oublier la merde Il faut que jmarrache de là, de là Quand jaurais soif jsais qupersonne va moffrir de leau Tu savais pas, maintenant tu sais Les autres à coté font qusucer des bites, moi jpeux pas lfaire Vaillant des cheveux à la Nike Air, sa mère On tavance les affaires, les mauvais payeurs déclenchent des grandes guerres Jai mis la vodka dans une grande gourde, si tes mon reuf jvois tout en double Millionnaire depuis hier jreplace un dab Étend mon dix-coup, bang, bang, bang jrefais la déco Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh If you dont know, now you know nigga !

Brooklyn, stand up Bad Boy, Flipmode What up, gangsta? If you feel the funk drippin through ya buttcheeks Grab up on a honey, if she dont wanna speak Throw your hands in the air Wave em like you dont care The Notorious! To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker ! I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girl buttcheeks Im smackin The raw rapper, spine snapper With the little hookers on my lap-ah You know the flavor Mack-ah A shy nigga but I aint your fuckin comforter And if I ever fall in love I bet Im fuckin her Ask the hooker, if I didnt jook her If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her Why you wanna.. Play your games on me? Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, Im Swayze, no time for the ill shit Rest with the niggas on that real blood-spill shit My rapping tactics are drastic Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigree You better be, filled with energy, niggas never gettin me If you feel the funk drippin through ya buttcheeks Grab up on a honey, if she dont wanna speak Throw your hands in the air Wave em like you dont care The Notorious! Ya know, if ya Feel the funk just drippin to ya buttcheeks Grab a honey, if she dont wanna speak Throw your hands in the air Wave em like you dont care The Notorious!

Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that youd be gone You should of known one day that Id be gone You should of known one day that wed be Why did you have to be this way Baby all you had to say Is that you were sick and tired of the man I began to be But you planned a great escape Bright and early before I wake We both knew we had to break You could of chose a better way Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that youd be gone You should of known one day that Id be gone You should of known one day that wed be It was cold the way you left Still the pain is in my chest Because in my heart I felt you should of came and talked to me If you put away your pride And look deep into my eyes It would of been to your surprise That I got up to apologize But you were gone Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that youd be gone You should of known one day that Id be gone You should of known one day that wed be Oh I thought we had forever, now its gone Its time to carry on I thought that you made me happy But its this thing thats come between us girl At one time you were my world Now it seems its gone away, gone away I dreams filthy My moms and pops mixed in with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, cause in this world Im dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, aint no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin Bastard! Cryin, know my friends is lying Yall know who killed em filled em with the lugars from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin aint the shit but its pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Giving cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company Apologies in order, to TYanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you cant hear it Competition still fear it, shit, dont ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I should of known one day that youd be gone You should of known one day that Id be gone You should of known one day that wed be

Feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & 2Pac Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup 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 Its a red light How many homies got to die tonight Stop the gunfight I can feel it Somebodys tryin to start up a fight Come on and peep game But ya cannot cease the blame And if u ask me Its a damn shame We be takin lives that we cant replace Over B.S. that dont make sense We gotta get better than this We started fightin at our own risk It was something we could resist Its a red light How many homied got to die tonight We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops 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 Summer break, my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker From tha 5-0 Duckin and dodgin in my survival The Benzo and I let off with my nine Im movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex Cause in my mind all I wonder is whos next Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price He did a driveby, sixteen, now hes doin triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin I split that dove shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands On tight, cause I aint givin up Id rather duck these motherfuckers all night Im runnin through the projects, beyotch Theyll never catch me Cause Im lock and trigger happy on the, seotch Dont say you never heard of me, til they murder me, Im a legend Do Thug Niggas go to heaven? Im rollin with the thorough heads We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the 5-0 Im runnin from the police Stop the gunfight I can feel it Somebodys tryin to start up a fight Come on and peep game But ya cannot cease the blame And if you ask me Its a damn shame We be takin lives that we cant replace You got swishers in your system Juice up in you Now youre ready to get lose Over what he said Over what she said Now somebody gotta end up dead

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Representin on the freaky freaky Fuck em all day fuck em all night We dont love these hoes Uh, uh, you heard me! I go on and on and on and Dont take them to the crib unless they bonin Easy, call em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay, dressed, to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect As they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo Except how Im gettin home tomorrow Ceasell drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry, just ate Riffin, she got to be to work by eight This must mean she aint tryna wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state, You know what you do to me? She starts off, Well I dont usually Then I whipped it out, rubber? no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South Threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I dont stop, until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! Biggie a nasty boy! Freakin you bitches like Jodeci! Biggie a nasty boy! If I was dead broke, you wouldnt notice me Biggie a nasty boy! So I stake dick how its supposed to be Biggie a nasty boy! I remember we went to Tennessee Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone Bitch named Simone Screamin, she fiendin for the semen Me bein the man that I am Took it to her condo pronto Half Indian, I called her Tonto Roll the chron-chron in the dark pronto Few puffs, eyes got low And off to the bedroom we go Sex is drama, head is trauma Ripped pajamas, Ima stay til tomorrow Satisfying all my needs twice With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice The bitch is nice, word is bond Cant wait to put my niggas on, what? what? To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! Biggie a nasty boy! Freakin you bitches like Jodeci! Biggie a nasty boy! If I was dead broke, you wouldnt notice me Biggie a nasty boy! So I stake dick how its supposed to be Biggie a nasty boy! Ladies, my Mercedes Hold fo in the back, two if youre fat Keep a gat for cats try to test me They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley Lets see, the bitch Im waitin on Gardeur jeans look like they painted on Ask P., leave it up to me Lay her on back ever so gently She like the way the dough fold up, rolls roll up Cristal till she throw up, bitch grow up Hold up, theres DeGenero Dripped to death, iceberg apparel Intro goes without speaking Call me Cease cause I keep em, we can go freakin All weekend, so, roll in Aint it good that my Lex seats foldin? Uhh To all you bitches wanna fuck with me! Biggie a nasty boy! Freakin you bitches like Jodeci! Biggie a nasty boy! If I was dead broke, you wouldnt notice me Biggie a nasty boy! So I stake dick how its supposed to be Biggie a nasty boy!

Yeah So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back Talkin about the gats in ya raps But I cant feel that hardcore appeal that youre screamin Maybe Im dreamin This aint Christopher Williams Still some MCs gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know That if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggas sayin, Biggie off the street, its a miracle! Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas actin shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill ya quicker Especially when Im drunk off the liquor Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks-es Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From stayin in my business, what is this? Relentless approach to know if Im broke or not Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Dont mean I dont tote the Glock Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfuckin meet again, huh Im doin 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— Ill make you prove that its bulletproof Hold your head cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick The funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests Fifty-shot clip if a nigga wan test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin helicopter Thats why I pack a nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina Whats love got to do When Im rippin all through your whole crew? Strapped like Bamboo, but I dont sling guns I got bags of funk and its sellin by the tons Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life Makin money, smokin mics like crack pipes Its type simple and plain to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk 94, got in store, Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherfuckin house I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Mo Bee got beats I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Bad Boy in full effect I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Biggie Smalls, uh I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk The funk, baby, machine gun funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk The funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk All you hoes know who it is I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Peace and love, uh I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Uh I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Yeah I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Uh I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk Uh, uh I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Call yourself a family man Talking about your familys plans To bring the sweet talk deep and down Works better than an average pickup line You put your woman out to pasture On the promises you gave her last year Peace and love is on your head The grass is greener playin around Your family seed is what you spread Buddy, my friend Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who you think you fooling, Buddy, my friend? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And what about your woman, Buddy, my friend? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who you think you fooling, Buddy? Buddy, my friend I dont care what you do But theres a hypocrite that lives in you Cause if your woman gave her love in the same way that you do Youd feel a way, you know you would Buddy, my friend Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who you think you fooling, Buddy, my friend? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And what about your woman, Buddy, my friend? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who you think you fooling, Buddy? Buddy, my friend Treat her that way And youll be Xed soon, Buddy, Xed soon Treat her that way And youll be Xed soon, Buddy, Xed soon Its better to be safe than sorry But you gonna be sorry when its too late Buddy Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, yeah Whats up? First of all, you got me mixed up with Somebody you done slept with, done crept with Butts too smooth to fall but I stick and move Stick and move Im in the power moves the shower moves Butt nekkid, you know you love it when I lick it Some honeys says Im lovely, but Nenah says Im wicked Look at you, you aint no better Walking around in your tight sweater, your long leather You and your friends always together No time for the B.I.G., so Im O-U-T The sex was great but the headaches I cant take I think I made a very big mistake Buddy, my friend Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who you think you fooling, Buddy, my friend? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And what about your woman, Buddy, my friend? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who you think you fooling, Buddy? Buddy, my friend Romeo, Romeo

Im sittin in the crib dreamin about Learjets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop - Im interrupted by a doorbell, 3:52 - Who the hell is this? I gets up quick, cocks my shit Stop the dogs from barkin, then proceed to walk in Its a face that I seen before My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor Check it! I look deeper; I see blood up on his sneakers And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth So I dip, nigga! Is you creepin or speakin? He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon I opens up the door, pitiful: Is he in critical? Retaliation for this one wont be minimal Cause Im a criminal way before the rap shit Bust the gat shit; Puff wont even know what happened If its done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi Stash in the hooptie, my alibi: any cutie With a booty that done fuck Big Pop Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Nobody got to know That I killed yo ass in the midst, kid Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Nobody got to know That I killed yo ass in the midst, kid Fillin clips, he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin Some kid named Jason, in a Honda station wagon Was braggin, about how much loot and crack he stackin Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique A small crew found the time I was locked up with you True indeed But yo nigga, let me proceed Dont fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe Damn, where was I? Yeah! Went outta town, blew the fuck up D-Roc went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up Hit him twice, caught him right for the Persian white Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife He figured Roc set em up, no question Wet em up no less than 50 shots in his direction How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes What kinda gats? Hecklers, Kochs, and Calicos But fuck that, I know where all them niggas rest at In the buildin hustlin and they dont be strapped Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin Find a bag to put the guns in, and cmon if youre comin Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Nobody got to know That I killed yo ass in the midst, kid Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Nobody got to know That I killed yo ass in the midst, kid Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How its gonna go down? Lay these niggas low-down Slow down, ah, fuck all that plannin shit Run up in they cribs and make the cats abandon ship! See niggas like you do ten-year bids Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids Not I, one niggas in my eye, thats Jason Aint no slugs gonna be wasted Revenge Im tastin at the tip of my lips I cant wait to fill my clip in his hips Pass the chocolate, Thai! Sing aint lie Theres Jason with his back to me Talkin to his faculty I start to get a funny feeling Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin Scream his name out, squeezed six, nothin shorter Nigga turned around holdin his daughter

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 run amuck Yes, flex at the two or three Benzes 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 And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing And when Jake come, Im leaving When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread want to riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried Thats a real nigga for ya Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin kis, making crazy Gs Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue--take my loot, and Im bagging you Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose Damn, a niggas style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga want to act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out Thats a real nigga for ya Im stuck in jail the DAs tryin to burn me Id be out on bail, If I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I aint trippin in the county and im mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause im rappin They asking me what happend Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson? I cant sleep they taking polaroids And im tryna use the phone but they making noise Man I wish I had my Glock cause its major Im making shanks out the plastics in razors These motherfuckers wont, leave me alone thats my word Bout to turn a violation to a motherfucking murder Im making collect calls to my old bitches Send mo pictures, and make me some mo riches To all the suckers on the block, talking shit while I was locked up Be prepared to be socked up Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief And you bullshitting bitches aint changing me I came straight up out of gutta I was saved from hell Im a thug I was raised in jail, now im out on bail

Heres the situation: Larce got shot, now he facin heaven or hell But he living to tell who fucking did it, I got my crimey down wit it Just a grimy as me, slimy as me, check it I got a long list of names and addresses Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses She gon be the first one to ride in a Hearse son Worse come to worse Ill kill his sister, Ill know hell miss her They just a family, other half of me, them niggas scared of me I hope they prepared to be shot at, hit up with baseball bats Thrown in the back of the Ac with a trunk full of rats Drive to Brooklyn and back, take him to the pier Way up in the back where the bums sleep at Look him in the eye, You wanna die, dont ya? If you could change everything you did, you would, wont ya? But you cant, cause my brother cant breathe Watching him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave All I wanna do is kill your crew Your grand moms might get wet on the church-house steps The beef is set, whatever, show you the meaning of pressure Killing faggot niggas like yall for pleasure You cant measure, the pain thats inside - homicide You can run but you cant hide When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence Everybody on the stoop getting bent White Chalk This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly You know me, I flip, niggas was tryna hold me Called the hospital lobby, the doctor said hell probably Die, G, arms taped up with IVs Heard he got blast and the shit surprised me Larceny on his back, that some shit I cant see But I can see me putting putting you on T.V Yyou and your crew, Channel 22 news Walkin with cement shoes, stepping on seashells In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon tell? Who the fuck you gon see that can outlast me? Outlast me, staminas nasty Call erase on Trife, well Blake call me Snake How you gonna act when you hear these .9s break? Car doors closing, trench coats open Tommy gun start smoking Leave you on a cold street, chokin On your own blood, fuck the joking, I aint kidding MAC spitting, niggas gettin hit, backflippin wounded Tryna plea, breaking off full speed Jumping over gates, screaming, Vec, it wasnt me I see the fear as I stare through these Cartier lenses You 10 yards ahead jumping fences Breathing mad hard, begging God for forgiveness But he aint hearing you, so Ima end this, fatality, finished Death is calling, Ruger hit you 5 times while you was falling White chalk started drawing

If you really need to know how I feel about you, baby Just let me put this on your mind You know theres never been a question The way we feel about each other From that moment you made me laugh I knew I was falling in love Oh, if I could do it again I wouldnt change it for nothing Youre a very special part of my life You took me hand in hand And made me your wife I dont care if people say that Im a fool for loving you Cause your love And it feels Cause my heart And I just cant deny what Im feeling inside Cause your love And I wont I cant see me without you And Im telling you Listen to me baby The way you shower me with affection Your presence is a blessing to me Youre so unselfish with your love Ooh, youre giving me more than enough If I had to do it, I wouldnt change a thing, no Cause you showed up right on time Took me by the hand Made me your wife I dont care if people say that Im a fool for loving you Cause your love And it feels And my heart And I just cant deny what Im feeling inside Cause your love And I wont I cant see me without you And Im telling you Listen to me baby I will never stop loving you, no While you make me feel so brand new Another one, all I need All I want is my life Thats why I dont care I dont care if people say That Im a fool for loving you Your love it takes me up to the sky And it feels good I cant deny And Im on a natural high And I just cant deny what Im feeling inside Cause your love it takes me over the Moon And I aint coming down no time soon Just cant see me without you baby And Im telling you Listen to me baby No I dont really care if people say That Im a fool for loving you, no

{gunshot} Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that presents me I love to see niggas go through changes I love to see niggas shoot through shit And to all niggas that do it I love To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin kis, makin crazy Gs Hittin buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and Im baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out Thats real We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga leave a nigga fa sho! 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 Up North found first stop Watertown Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I catch a new case, and tell her ass catch me if you can Dont let your people fill you up wit octane Im not playing Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa 50 Cent, Ill break yo ass off propa Theres no place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I dont dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they dont want drama really Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me {gun cocked} hah! Im on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!

Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets Its on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking the concrete Then the shit stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school/new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno Burn slow like blunts with yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato Niggas know: the lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with Biggie Smalls, it aint safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know that cash rules Everything around me two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mines And Im Crooklyns finest Representing for the queen, her royal highness Catch this one bubonic plague In your head, back, chest, arms, and legs When Im coming through grab your cranium for alternatum Son, I stay subterranium My subliminals mix with criminal chemicals Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereal Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet Thats a promise cause Idont make threats Im a graceful poet with sadistic ballistics Above and beyond all that other bullshit Linguistics aggressive antiseptic Nerve-wreckin, concepted on consistent contestants My deviant deliverance Leaves MCs in a state of mal mid depressin I launch flows like torpedos At any god-given episode I be destined to flip so much funk shit And do niggas better than the government Keith Murray wrecks this with various combinations Im sick, manifestation Oh my god, its the hardest, I make entourages And crews see mirages, Mary J. Blige is God, gotta have my crew lace me up now

Hmmm, yeah Mhm We take the good, we take the bad Its not about what we had We just tryna get by We stay out of trouble All we wanna do to get a little bit better We take the joy, we take the pain Its not about what you gain We just tryna get by We just tryna get by Oh, this is the story of my life Tryna keep the drama and the bullshit away I stay so busy on my grind I dont they even pay attention to the things that they say A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that Now were makin this money, gotta get it while I can When I was young I had two pair of Lees 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, bloaw! 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 His crews your crew or they might be next We take the good, we take the bad Its not about what we had We just tryna get by We stay out of trouble All we wanna do to get a little bit better We take the joy, we take the pain Its not about what you gain We just tryna by We just tryna by 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 Pass the blunt No matter how I did it, I had to stay winnin If it was bout the paper, I was with it I was a shame, my crew was lame I had enough heart for most of them Long as I got stuff from most of them Its on, even when I was wrong I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus Im fuckin bitches, aint my homegirls now Start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin Nickname Medina make the seniors tote my niñas From gym class to English pass off a global The only nigga with a mobile, cant you see like Total We take the good, we take the bad Its not about what we had We just tryna get by We stay out of trouble All we wanna do to get a little bit better We take the joy, we take the pain Its not about what you gain We just tryna by We just tryna by We take the good, we take the bad Its not about what we had We just tryna get by We stay out of trouble All we wanna do to get a little bit better We take the joy, we take the pain Its not about what you gain We just tryna get by We just tryna get by We just tryin, tryin, yeah Its not about what we had Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin up Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Huh

My name is Christopher C.J. Wallace My dad was the greatest rapper ever And his legacy lives on

Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I shouldve known one day that youd be gone You shouldve known one day that Id be gone You shouldve known one day that wed be Why did you have to end this way? Baby, all you had to say Was that you were sick and tired of the man I began to be But you planned a great escape Bright and early before I wake We both knew we had to break You couldve chose a better way Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I shouldve known one day that youd be gone You shouldve known one day that Id be gone You shouldve known one day that wed be It was cold the way you left Still the pain is in my chest Because in my heart I felt you shouldve came and talked to me If you put away your pride And look deep into my eyes It wouldve been to your surprise That I got up to apologize But you were gone Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I shouldve known one day that youd be gone You shouldve known one day that Id be gone You shouldve known one day that wed be Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I shouldve known one day that youd be gone You shouldve known one day that Id be gone You shouldve known one day that wed be Oh, I thought we had forever, now its gone Its time to carry on I thought that you made me happy But its this thing thats come between us, girl At one time you were my world Now it seems its gone away, its gone away Woke up in the morning, you were not there All I seen was an imprint of your head In my pillow, weeping willow Whyd I treat you so bad I shouldve known one day that youd be gone You shouldve known one day that Id be gone You shouldve known one day that wed be

Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid Not Michael Jackson or the Ol Dirty Bastard Drinkin that Shaolin tank slang Im blastin The way a record but still kept the plastic Hurry up, with styles that Ive mastered The La gives me pleasure so therefore Im fastin OOOH NO just cant help So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho! Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go If ya didnt already, act like ya know Five knuckle sandwich from five guys named Moe Peace, arrivederci, Im out the door But before I go please say Im your choice My AT & T but your true voice Check it out Im on Mista Dennis Row row my boat through the channels of Venice ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila To cure, to cure, Im diggin that Layla Hathaway, can we get away sweety Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy Gon-zalez, peace out to Harlem Im outta here, uh You suckers get demolished Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Yo Im the man, who made me the man that I am? What motherfucking part you aint understanding? I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee Girls want me, but I aint got no time for the drama Fuck them bitches, Im the man slash comma The horror got my back, and then Dre put me on the track And now its on like that I react, like the Juice I get loose Like one-fifty-one proof, I send a mutha off this roof Poof presto chango, rearrange ya Straight from the mental of the Shaolins temple demented 45 King put the swing in the thing And now I sound like a motherfucking diamond ring Swing, just like Tarzan Im the motherfucking man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Can I be the man, can I be the man, can I be the man? Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can Its Todd ONE! Yall know my stylo Sittin in the back smokin uh, shootin C-Lo Tryin ta make a buck, tryin to get some butt Time to push your luck Betta pecka women, all yall get stuck And Im dippin, messin with them bitches Cause you know and I know that they out to get them riches But I be chillin G, just like a villain B So when I rip it I be gettin top billin, see All that other shit is deaf and mute Because you cant be the man if you aint got loot Gettin money is the routine, Im on a loot scheme Gotta get the dough, get the dough, thats my new theme Todd Ones little niggas got flavour If I aint the man, then the man is my neighbour Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whats up yall, what ya gotta say Big smoke chronic all day Split MCs thats lesser son, like George Jefferson Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldnt please me Florence next, threw the tech to Ralph neck Cause he kept on beggin for shit Now Big keep on wreckin the shit And the chronic got a nigga rockin shit Castratin like that Bobbitt bitch And if ya dont know, now ya know, my flow Ya pick like an Afro, wet like Sooulll Glooo! Toe to toe niggas cant match Bulletsll catch up in your necks and your backs So Little Cease, pass the La please Give honey a pillow, she ain’t got to scuff her knees Brooklyn killa, no one gets iller Whos the man? I see him every morning in the mirror Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man Whos the man

If you wanna party, if you, if you wanna party Then  put your hands up, put your hands up If  you, if you wanna party, if you, if you wanna party Then put your hands up, put your hands up You got it, you got it, babe You  got it, you got it, babe You  got it, you got it, babe You got it, you got it, babe Okay,  this, this, this for my number one girl who got the top spot title Spent a hour in the bathroom, walked out looking like a model God, doing what you do, got me right there with Apollo on the moon Who needs genies in a bottle, girl, if they already got you? Boy,  you make me feel so lucky Finally the stars align Never has it been so easy to be in love And to give you this heart of mine You know what I need I know what you like Put it all together, baby, we could be alright How could this be wrong when it feels so right? Yeah, I really love you I really love you, oh And I’ll never let you go You should know I’m never gonna change I’m always gonna stay You call for me, I’m right there Right there Cause you listen and you care You’re so different No one compares And if you never change, I’m gonna stay right there I’ll always be right there Now you finally tell me how you feel Guess your words just came a little too late All the drama, boy, it’s overkill So, don’t get mad at me cause you’ve been replaced Know your place But if you woulda manned up, put your hand up, stand up Tell me how you really felt, then maybe it’d be different If you spoke, I would’ve listened But now, I’m with somebody else, and he loves me Too much for me to mess this up And it sucks to be all in your head Wondering where this thing could go You will never know what we could have been If you would’ve shown your way back then Boy, you gotta Boy, you shoulda Cause you didn’t know, so Now you’ll never know, you’ll never know You’ll never know Boy, you better tell me, tell me You’ll never know Boy, you coulda let me know You’ll never know Boy, you could’ve been there for me But now you’ll never know, you’ll never know I shoulda saw it coming I shoulda saw the signs But I wanted to believe you, trust you You said you wouldnt lie But baby, you were so good, so good You had me going blind You said he was your best friend I’m guessing I wasnt your type, hey What goes around comes around And if it goes up, it comes down I know youre mad cause I found out Want you to feel what I feel right now Now that it’s over I just wanna break your heart right back, right back 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 My baby loves me Listen, you got a man, but your man aint loyal Don’t understand how to spell it out for ya Yes, Im a G, from the A, and they ask why Sorry, had to tell you Im a nice guy Naw, Im a sick guy, money too much I step on stage, and girls move too much 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 Now that it’s over I just wanna break your heart right back, right back 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 My baby loves me Im coming Im coming

I got no time for fake ones Just sip some crystal with these real ones From east to west coast spread love son And while you keep talking sh... we count bank funds Yeauhhh... I momma, Miss Navana Usually rock the prada, sometimes gabbana Stick you for your cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Chris Diana, all them rich misses Puff Daddy bump the Hummer for the summer I follow in the e-class with the goggles 96 Models, Bad Click on the stroll Cruise control Nothing make a woman feel better Than Berrettas and Amarettas But in mad chedders and leathers Chillin in a Benz with my amigos Tryin to stick a brother for his peso If you say so, then Im the same chick you wanna get with And lick me where its hot, gotta hit the spot If not then dont test a poom-poom-nanny-nanny-punany donny Heeeey I got no time for fake ones Just sip some crystal with these real ones From east to west coast spread love son And while you keep talking sh... we count bank funds How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front Uhh. From the back, give that ass a smack Bet your man wont do it like that Cant work the middle plus his thing too little Work down your ta-tas do the cha-cha Make you scream Papa You da best, Da Da, now watch mama Go up and down with the jaws crazy, unh Oh, say my name baby, and you know, aint no one Like the queen bee, have you speaking in French Ooh-la, oui, oui, cest la vie Then I cracks for the Mercedes, I act shady And feel my.360 gator boots for ladies, ooh, oui, I see Act shadey, and feel my creaty, autoraven Ooh, wee I see, your girl aint a freak like me or Adina Huh. Cant fade a rhinoceros in rap Lil Kim a rookie, how preposterous is that? Right back at, the one Cleopatra, diggin in your stash Players think they gonna get some ass No money-money, no licky licky Forget the sticky sticky and your quickie Give me your loot, you Mack-11 then shoot Your game aint sweet, Jean Paul Pete shouldnt compete If you cant wet it, forget it, dont sweat it I bet it make it come smooth if you let it Huh. You cant stop a chick from ballin Ha-ha to la-la to drop-bys they be calling And you aint know while you be kickin that old sh.. We making hits platinum and gold sh.. We stay draped in diamonds and pearls Beside every man theres a bad girl, thats right

Produce, nigga Im high as a motherfucker You aint higher than me, nigga No doubt nigga, Im fucked up man Im fucked up We out here Lyrics, lyrics, more lyrics Anyway, here comes the Mack back in full effect My man Biggie Smalls in the shit, you know what Im saying He tryna hold me back, you know what Im saying And wont let me get down, but you know what? Im getting down? Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Yo, let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker, huh? I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girl buttcheeks Im smackin, huh? The raw rapper, spine snapper With the little hookers on my lap-ah You know the flavor Mack-uh A shy nigga but I aint your fuckin comforter And if I ever fall in love I bet Im fuckin her Ask the hooker, if I didnt jook her If she try to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her Why you wanna, play your games on me? Bitch, ya crazy? Commitments, Im Swayze, no time for the ill shit Rest with the niggas on that real blood-spill shit My rappin tactics are drastic Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigree You better be, filled with energy, niggas never gettin me So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down! Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Yo, let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Cause the rhyme that I kick is called the MC stomp Here comes the one they call king of the MCs Shaking down enemies with rhymes like these, boy Im bad, bad to the bone Freaking up styles, wickity wild Pass the microphone I tell you suckers strange, Biggie my man I got MCs melting inside my mouth and not inside my hand My species eliminates MCs with 3rd degrees I bring the funk from the floors, MCs here So from here to Warsaw I roar The maclalicious, this niggas vicious MC from 94 leaves your ho making wishes No saving MCs misbehavin I got the funk bleeding all out the trunk Names all over, so Im going for the pump I come from the underground, so let me get down Let him get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down (I just wanna funk a little bit Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down Let me get down, let me get down

1970 somethin Nigga I dont sweat the date, my moms is late So I had to plan my escape, out the skins In this world, the fly girl Tanqueray or Hennessy until I called Earl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck While, Juvenile rippin mics and shit New York, New York ready for the likes of this Every single day, Im blessed to look into his eyes And I cant help but see no-one, but you You gave the gift of motherhood And I raised him up, the best I could Never got to know you, but hes so much like you And its a damn shame Why youre not here today I try my best to explain Why did you go? But a child just dont understand Ohh No-way And Im never let em forget you Youre forever in their hearts One in the same So glad you came To carry on the name I know that youre lookin down, and youre so proud I know youre lookin down I can see your smile You left a special part of you, with me Duh nuh, duh nuh Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st 2:19 is when my mamas water burst No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical chords wraped around my neck Im seein my death, and I aint even took my first step I made it out, Im bringin mad joy The doctor looked and said Hes gonna be a Bad Boy. One in the same So glad you came To carry on the name I know that youre lookin down, and youre so proud I know youre lookin down I can see your smile You left a special part of you, with me Duh nuh, duh nuh And its a damn shame Why youre not here today I try my best to explain Why did you go? But a child just dont understand Ohh No-way And Im never let em forget you Youre forever in our hearts

What advice would I give to young rappers? Take control of your shit, dont -- dont be the type of rapper.. Dont be a stupid rapper. A stupid rapper is a motherfucker that has somebody else tell them what to do -- which is not always wrong, but -- if its something that you feel that you dont have to do, you really have to question it and find out why they want you to do it. Most niggas, they feel like, well, you see what Biggies doing! Yknow, he has the hat, the Kangol, and, and this, and you have to be like that! But if you dont really wanna be like that, you dont have to be like that, you know what Im saying? A lot of motherfuckers just try to tell a nigga to do something so quick, and -- and give them examples of other motherfuckers who did it and blew up and make them think they can do the same thing, which is not always necessarily true. And at the same time, you got to watch your money. Its so much funny shit in this game, man -- and they can play with your money, and you wont even know. I mean, as soon as I got in the game, I got a lawyer to watch my lawyer. Thats just the way its supposed to be played, you know what Im saying? I speak to niggas -- I speak to niggas that got money in the game and they let me know, you know dog, its a dog eat dog world. Niggas is trying to get as much as they can. And if you a ignorant motherfucker, they gon thrive off that. They can tell you anything. And Im -- I never been stupid, so.. Especially with a whole big lump sum of money? I gotta keep by on that. So I just stay more in the business side of everything -- instead of being a nigga thats gonna be drunk at the bar and fuck all the bitches and.. and just, stay in hotels all day, and just trick a whole lot of money, I stay home with my wife and watch my money. It comes a lot easier that way. And.. youll have a lot of money!

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 Godll probly have me on some real strict shit No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin with the goodie-goodies, loungin in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin to my mother, even stealin out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wish she got a fuckin abortion She dont even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger I wonder: if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My baby mothers eight months, her little sisters two Whos to blame for both of them? I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze until the beds completely red Im glad Im dead, a worthless fuckin buddha head The stress is buildin up, I cant— I cant believe Suicides on my fuckin mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me But nah, you wouldnt understand You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack Except when I cross over, there aint no comin back Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street People at the funeral frontin like they miss me My baby mama kiss me, but she glad Im gone She know me and her sister had somethin goin on I reach my peak, I cant speak Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak Im sick of niggas lyin, Im sick of bitches hawkin Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin

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Yeah, whats happening First of all, Im westside Jay 305 right here with my nigga Ty Going on this rode we come from South Central and all Seen a lot of bullshit Through the bullshit we fell into politics From politics we tryin to get rich Being a real one, you gotta stay on your grind Gotta stay bein a man, gotta stay havin a plan But back to the bullshit, fuck the bullshit These niggas dont know Haha fuck you hoes, biitch These niggas dont know These niggas really dont know What it takes to be a real one Cause i aint never snitched on a nigga Never put a bitch over my niggas These niggas dont know These niggas really dont know What it takes to really be the man I put on for my city look how many niggas got on with me These niggas aint nothing These niggas just bluffin These niggas just started getting hoes Still aint got no money though These niggas still renting cars That Lamborghini aint yours Tell me why niggas front Homie let me teach you how to stunt Its realness over millions You niggas fake it till you make it though Its love over money Wont put a bitch over my niggas though Yeah I done seen a lot of fake shit This bitch aint bad she basic These niggas aint sayin shit These niggas dont know These niggas really dont know What it takes to be a real one Cause I aint never snitched on a nigga Never put a bitch over my niggas These niggas dont know These niggas really dont know What it takes to really be the man I put on for my city look how many niggas got on with me Its the young and acquiring Got em all incquiring Working extra late to get that early retirement Takin vacays when my mind needs a rewiring Everything I want is not a want its a requirement She asked me how much publishin I made off of my BMI And even though she gave me TNA I told her TMI Im livin the life you read about Lately Ive been drinking and taking vitamins hoping it evens out Like what you know bout grinding straight for a thousand nights Before I hit a home-run swear I had a thousand strikes Chillin with bad bitches taking naked pictures Fuck a thousand dollars she gon do it for a thousand likes God damn, its crazy what a cold bitch will do for hot sand Its crazy what a young bitch will do to old men For her own car, own Benz then lie Like yall fuck? Na we just hold hands hands Like these niggas dont know These niggas dont know These niggas really dont know What it takes to be a real one Cause I aint never snitched on a nigga Never put a bitch over my niggas These niggas dont know These niggas really dont know What it takes to really be the man I put on for my city look how many niggas got on with me

If youre an aspiring rapper and you know you have the flavor and potential to make dope records, you dont need to go into the studio and spend crazy cash to make a fly demo. You dont even need a 4-track; just two turntables and a microphone, press record on the tape deck and youre good to go.      B-I-G is living proof of this fact. His DJ, Hitman 50 Grand, threw on a couple classic breaks and instrumentals and let B-I-G do what he had to do: he ripped shit. Straight outta Brooklyn, New York, the heavy-set brother B-I-G has mad skills. His rhymes are fatter than he is.      All four of his jams were basically a freestyle exhibition. Obviously, to come out as an MC takes a lot more than hype rhymes, but rhyme skills are the main ingredient to true success in hip-hop, and when it comes to those, B-I-Gs got plenty.

Check it I grew up a fucking screwup Got introduced to the game Got a ounce and fucking blew up Chopping rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls trying Ta turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads To change our description Two cops on the milk box missing 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 From the five-oh Ducking and dodging in my survival The Benzo and I let off with my nine Im moving swifter Than the next nigga No time for sex Cause in my mind All I wonder is whos next Nigga, my homey slipped And now he pays the price He did a drive-by, sixteen Now hes doin triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringing I split that dove shit Nigga motherfuck singing I hope you got your Timberlands on tight Cause I aint givin up Id rather duck these Motherfuckers all night Im running through The projects, beyotch Theyll never catch me Cause Im locd and trigger happy On the sneotch Dont say you never heard of me Till they murder me, Im a legend Do Thug Niggas go to heaven Im rolling with the thorough heads We getting ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-oh Im running from the police Stop the gunfight I can feel it Somebodys trying to Start up a fight, start up a fight Come on and keep game, uh oh But you cannot cease the blame And if you ask me, its a damn shame We be taking lives that we cant replace You got swishes in your system Juice up in you Now youre ready to get loose Over what he said Over what she said Now somebody gotta end up dead

[Intro: Trife} Check it on motherfucker, uh Get it on biatch Represent cocksucker Check it, part 2 I hate pussy cats, rip em with clip from a mac round Of such, got much, so when I clutch Its the dangerous touch Shadow of death, let them forgive me Not murder, so make an error See the fatal twist of terror Suffer forever, piss on your grave on set Swinging, it cant get no higher Get cast in a lake of fire Wicked taste, but just in case You pace side of place, fuck minks I pour acid on your face Axe murderer, Im stressed I confess Sacrifice dinners, now Im the master of the fucking menace Smoked up like this, my trigger fingers itchin Nigga thats snitchin, get in your mouth, snapped the bitch in Witnesses I kill for the deal You see my grill squeal, theres still more blood to spill Trifes my name, ask me again, tell you the same Surviving the game, aim, tearing ass out the frame Always a rebel, burner kept, havent slept But for my respect, reload my strap then I step Young and the ruthless, schizophrenic Thug man, slaughter by the slum Multiple shots sent amuck You cant kill me, and youll be lucky if you graze me The sick and crazy, Ill have your ass pushing daisies I am the invisible man, break 18 down in 3 punks So they refuse to see me And if they dont die, then they wont be able to walk! And if they dont die, then they wont be able to walk! And if they dont die, then they wont be able to walk! And if they dont die, then they wont be able to walk! Lil Kim the lieutenants in effect And Im about to blow, everybody hit the deck Take you away, yes, to another level Im a rebel, and Im more heated than the devil It aint my fault, if Im diabolical In molecule, microorganisms wants to use the tombs Sick like Ethiopians, niggas scopin in Loops and cubes, by the toots in my fallopians, huh See Imma have to run a check on em Like a doctor with a stethoscope, I have to catch some Wreck, Im sitting sat with my crew So whatcha wanna do? I hope you brought your nickel plated .22 I may be fishin on some new shit, click click Straight to your door, with the nine on my hip Im putting suckers to rest, like a bird in the nest Yeah, Im emptying my whole clip in your chest And I aint faking no moves G Im putting marked for death signs on your whole fucking family And Im shockin you like a wire, woo! Tiz boom fire, me say tiz boom fire! Shit is real, no Mardi Gras, now heres the deal Grab my steel, get ill, cancel your will Now its time to put the horse under the saddle While me and my boys bring the motherfuckin rattle Im ready to roll! And if they dont die, then they wont be able to walk! And if they dont die, then they wont be able to walk! And if they dont die, then they wont be able to walk! And if they dont die, then they wont be able to walk! Biggie Smalls is the wickedest Niggas say Im pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this If I was pussy, Id be filled with syphilis Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya Got it locked like the penitentiary Niggas mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin? The wack MC? Or the black fat MC? Jack Dempsey would start shakin All its takin, is some marijuana and Im makin MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon Backspins to windmill, whos still the gin drinker? Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink? Uh Take your gangsta chronicles and turn to page 666 Holocaust, Big the merciless Niggas press they luck-and they get a buttfuckin Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash And I dont fuck with the condoms Cause the condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed Diseases, Big pleases, MCs across the seas Its just the way I clutch my prey, hey Im crazy and deranged Blowin niggas out the frame, simple and plain But gettin back, to the black, rhinoceros of rap Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?

You didnt know? Go steal and rob! You didnt know? Go steal and rob! You didnt know? Go steal and rob! You didnt know? Go steal and rob! Crime fucking pays, motherfucker, fuck a job Peace to all the real niggas getting loot Robbing banks, sticking stores, money bags exploding, troop Niggas who do mad phone scams, that nigga in the street Wants to leave a beast for the freak Armani man Dosed they pockets with swiftness, relentless Got sent the hoes down pat, be beating niggas senseless Nothings pretense, bitch, its real like a Dairy seal Myself, I like to steal Klep gotta do what Klep gotta do, so do you American systems dont work, dont let them fool you So control your number, hold, and lock your weed date I set records straight, get the papes, get the papes You didnt know? Go steal and rob Two cultures is these babies in these sanitation jobs So dont let em gas you up, let opportuns pass you up Make the Arab gas and take their pants like cash I get ridiculous with this kid sticking shit Leaving no evidence, so dusting for fingerprints Is irrelevant, dont get caught at what you do Thats how you stack loot, see Lex coupes And double-grill Qs You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob So hold that fake chain over the flame Tell em, People of color wont change Knowing its a trick to trick they fucking brain Thats how we do things in Crookyn The realm where fists dont swing All you hear is click-bang, click-bang On those who perpetrate with bootleg tapes Certain scams I cant relate Now their pocket waits my pocket-weight Klept the great, it gets through thick skulls That was your best? Have a fistful Cris, cribs, and pistols This, type of music is the perfect setting For setting shit off in elevators Tekken, Big, well lets rock Saw her neck and pocket-book checking Break out the cup with your henchmen Start the indo digestion Yo, you cant rap style on raps Pharaoh A lyrical rotisserie when I drop my mad flow So show those Academy Award skills Like you know, whos that rap pro Step to Klept, you get toast You didnt know? You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob Crime fucking pays, motherfucker, fuck a job You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob A magnum box, VCR box, packing rocks Hundred bill counterfeits get broke down in weed-spots Does the scheming stop? Youre dreaming, hops Ging ass niggas giving Ds headbutts and skeet knocks I run through stores like I dont give a fuck Customers better duck, security guards is getting snuck What? Im stabbing wannabe heroes in the gut, I dont give a fuck Im laughing in the camera with a full duff, grabbing my nuts Im surrounded by criminals Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals Smoking skunk and mad Phillies Beating down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses If robbery is a class, bet I pass it Shit get drastic, Im burying ya bastards Biggie Smalls aint softening Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offering Leave the fucker coughingup blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Comfort the wife, Kleenex for the kids tears Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches She whipping my ride, counting my ones, thinking Im richest Its, just the way players play, all day everyday I dont know what else to say Ive been robbing niggas since Run and them was singing Here We Go Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy, you didnt know? You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob You didnt know? Go steal and rob Ayo Klept man, you gotta chill with that robbing shit man Word to mother man, that shit aint gon do nothing but bring death Word to mother, man Imma take care of your baby and your mother

Its over now, I cant compete I dont know how Im still standing on my feet So turned around and incomplete Im not that happy woman that I used to be Oh, please tell me what did you mean When you said that you were mine, you knew that was a line But in your heart, you know the truth And Im trying to forget All the things you put me through, oh baby I never thought youd turn your back And walk away from love like that While I was holding on to you All you did was let me go I never thought I would regret The way I felt when we first met And now Im standing here Alone in this world, alone Its over now, we cant go on In my eyes I thought that you could do no wrong Its no surprise we both belong Because of you my hearts singing a sad song Oh, please tell me what did you mean When you said that you were mine, you knew that was a line But in your heart you know the truth And Im trying to forget All the things you put me through, oh baby I never thought youd turn your back And walk away from love like that While I was holding on to you All you did was let me go I never thought I would regret The way I felt when we first met And now Im standing here Alone in this world, alone I cant believe our love is over now Where did love go? And why did I believe that we would be together forever Now its all a memory I never thought youd turn your back And walk away from love like that While I was holding on to you All you did was let me go I never thought I would regret The way I felt when we first met And now Im standing here Alone in this world, alone I never thought youd turn your back And walk away from love like that While I was holding on to you All you did was let me go I never thought I would regret The way I felt when we first met And now Im standing here Alone in this world, alone I never thought youd turn your back And walk away from love like that While I was holding on to you All you did was let me go...

Uh, Pain Pain Dancing on the beat Pain Verse: Theyll never take me alive, im getting high with my hou five. Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school, kickin up dust But now Im labeled as a troublemaker; who can you blame? Smokin weed helped me take away the pain So Im hopeless rollin down the freeway swervin, dont worry Im about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me; what should I do? I had to feed my fuckin family; what else could I do But be a thug? Out slangin with the homies Fuck hangin with them phonies in the club! Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide My citys full of gang bangers and drive bys Why do we die at an early age? He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts And I aint goin back to court, so fuck what you thought! Im drinkin Hennessey, runnin from my enemies Will I live to be 23? Theres so much pain Theres so much pain Theres so much pain Theres so much pain Verse: I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s the shits never end You cant touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, thats how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Lil Gotti got the shotty to your body So dont resist or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give MCs the runs dripping When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God Im dropping shit like a pigeon I hope youre listening, smacking babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fucking shit spill And Im talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said fuck it, they got a gun, nigga bust it Verse: Im loced, ready to get my slug on And I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on I aint scared to blast on these suckas if they test me Trust – I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me Bust – on motherfuckers with a passion Better duck, cause I aint looking when Im blastin Im a nut, and drinkin Hennessey and gettin high On the lookout for my enemies, dont wanna die Tell me why, cause this stress is gettin major A buck 50 across the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until Im dead and gone? Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep Im real they cannot see And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets And Ill be ballin, loc, dont let em make you worry Keep swingin at these suckas till you buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta Word to mother Im trapped, Im kickin dust up, ready to bust Im on the scene, steady muggin mean until they kill me Ill be livin this life, I know you feel me; theres so much pain Theres so much pain… theres so much pain

She’s real fruity when I saw her, she’s beautiful You know? She was talking to me Yeah who the fuck like that She’s pushing’ up on me like ohh, woah He’s a real nice person, he says nice things all the time That’s why I love him

Why you keep on playin when you know that I dont have time for the foolish games? These days aint no way Cause Im out here chasin more than just a dollar in the dream And if you want to be on my team, act accordingly Because I put in work for this and I deserve the very best You gotta give and I wont take no shorts, wont settle for less Boy, dont make me call you out and even try to hear the bullshit you talkin bout Lately, I feel like gonna goin crazy I care for you, was there for you Have plans for you, seems like you got me twisted And I wont take it no-no more Cause I cant think it you got me twisted And I wont take it no-no more Cause I cant think it you got me twisted Ever since you gave me a dose of reality Im not afraid to go my own direction now I guess Im on a different way, it dont add up cause I did the math R.E.S.P.E.C.T, is that too much to ask? I care for you, was there for you Have plans for you, seems like you got me twisted And I wont take it no-no more Cause I cant think it you got me twisted And I wont take it no-no more Cause I cant think it you got me twisted Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Gazelle shades and corn braids We was both so made, we was gettin paid The way we talked together changed the whole game People in your ear got you changed on me Its like you you werent the man you claimed to be Puttin dirt on my name and defamin me Man, that shit so lame to me I care for you, was there for you Have plans for you, seems like you got me twisted And I wont take it no-no more Cause I cant think it you got me twisted And I wont take it no-no more Cause I cant think it you got me twisted

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, huh? Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, Ron G, stop the break You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think niggas is tryin to kill me Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points till 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 tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world till 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 yo do With fo-fos, hahaha You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga I be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G Ill Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter With more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber While yall be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that Im in Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin My lifestyle is far out Every week, bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out Uh, cause I keep cream, Im large on the street scene Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave With Ron G blessin me with the hype, nigga Yeah, nigga Thug Life the waterbed, deadly combination boy Ron J aint no motherfucking joke Its the heat nigga Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you cant help it

Suace Money, Jay-Z, Clark world 2000, and it goes like.. Uh huh, yeah yeah This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan do Talk all night, are we gon screw? Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like... I like to push up on chicks like its the last record Take em to the telly get buck passed naked Let em feel the power, lick em if it dont taste sour Hit em in the shower for an hour Give em that feeling, Sauce Money for real and Let her get on top if theres mirrors on the ceiling Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice My device makes her say Damn, that niggas nice! Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot Pass your seven digits if youre with it Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knocking Nine times outta ten its on and popping Aint no stopping victorys in the air Bring a friend next time lets do it again Bring your whole crew if you see through me And we can meet on the BQE And it goes like This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan do Talk all night, are we gon screw? Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like... This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan do Talk all night, are we gon screw? Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like... Had this bitch bragging Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gagging Huh, could you imagine? Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame In the morning Hot 97 the first thing Hell yeah yall dont buy it I dont eat no kind of fish if you cant fry it But who knows maybe one day Ill try it But for now slow down too much Lil Kim in your diet Can I get it what - get it wet? When he hit it first, can I get it next? Shit, you the best It aint wack to be with both of us, mami actually Im Eddie Kane Jr., that nigga me! You want me to feel what he feel when its tight And I know, you dont be doing it right? But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dick Shit, we got niggas rides on our wrists Play your cards right youll be driving the 6 Shopping all day, hopping out in the dist Popping the Crist, shit hopping outta your wrist Popping your shit, New Yorks hottest bitch From the ghetto to the stilettos But you gotta do it two times like an echo, you feeling that? This is how we run it down the line Nigga Sauce goes first, Jigga next to rhyme This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan do Talk all night, are we gon screw? Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like... This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan do Talk all night, are we gon screw? Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like... I see you got a lot to get off your chest Coat, blouse, bra, dont talk me to death Like murders on your mind mami, off the dress Jigga ran game til I lost my breath, uhh Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex What you need to know is if I lost respect Dont have to worry if you do Sauce correct Ima bless that, bring my whole crew through, dont even sweat that Uh, dime pieces Im hitting Four in the morning, Frosted Flakes in your kitchen Now you want me to start tricking I suppose Thats when the first Face Off kick in We dont love these hoes! This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan do Talk all night, are we gon screw? Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like... This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan do Talk all night, are we gon screw? Im talking bout me and you, and it goes like...

All these memories of you And all the things we use to do There was no words that could ever explain And there is no way I could ever replace you When you walked into my life, it was only the beginnin Of something real and so perfect Now lookin back, it was worth it Thinkin back on all the times That we use to fuss and fight Maybe we would get it right but there was no time to apologize And I miss havin you around I keep on picturin your smile There was no words that could ever explain There was no way I could ever replace you Thinkin back on all the times That we use to fuss and fight Maybe we would get it right but there was no time to apologize No time for Im sorry No time for Im sorry Baby, its too late It was destiny for you

When you talk about... New York... The first thing that comes to your mind is B.I.G., like... Thats the king! I dont think theres no other king out there Nobody could take that, that, that crown from him right there! The legacy of B.I.G. is something real deep, man Go back to a bunch of roots, man, Notorious about family and keepin it tight That, thats one of the best that ever did it! Represented what he represented, did what he did YouknoImean? He put Brooklyn on his back He represented the hood, he represented New york City Respect to my dude, man! I love you man! Just like you hear, man B.I.G. Forever... youknoImean? M.A.F.I.A. Gang! Rest In Peace B.I.G.!

Yeah I wanna talk to you for a lil bit And I brought my girl Faith... Evans Along for the ride, uh, yeah You know what? Ive never thought about it Love, what I do without it? Heartaches that I have seen before I learned enough about it, what I could do without And I made the vow that I would change No, I just couldnt see what I needed from me But all these things happened before If I fall in love again, hell be more than just a friend Hell be strong Hell be a friend, love, companionship Everything I want in life Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby See, I would give my love any way I could give But things aint always what they seem I tell you, girl, Ive been there My heart would break every day and every night, I would cry But that was so, long ago I... know I just couldnt see what I needed for me But all these things happened before And if I fall in love again Hell be more than just a friend Hell be strong Hell be a friend, love, companionship Everything I want in life Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby See, I couldnt work it out, I just couldnt figure it out What you might need from me, more than I had to give Things that are meant to be They put a big strain on your life But now its so obvious, cause I took a stand back from your love No, I just couldnt see what I needed for me But all these things happened before And if I fall in love again Hell be more than just a friend Hell be strong Hell be a friend, love, companionship Everything I want in life Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, baby Yeah, yeah

Yo, check it Call Lil Cease Tell that muhfucker to bring me some muhfuckin weed for this hospital Man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez And go take about like twenty Gs from Gino Tell that muhfucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I cant sleep Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the nurses is lovin me Sayin the best part of the day is my half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga Im gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and thats how it goes

Produced by Rhythmatical Scratches done by DJ Million Faces Yo, this jazz and coffee part two, sit back and relax Yo, snares and kicks that drop ill in the mix/ Never skip, too sick, holding mics with a tight fist/ Yo, daily grind with the coffee breath illest/ Yea, fresh to deaf, yes caught speaking in the present tense/ Beats excellence, imminent, jazz specialist/ Take over your residence with hip hop elements/ Word slangin, beat bangin heat, press repeat/ Can’t compete, kicks on concrete, we don’t retreat/ Roam the city like I’m in the illest coast/ Ya’ll like to boast but i hold it down like the illest host/ Rare forms that i expose through delivery/ Lost a lot but told to consider them a victory/ Gaining knowledge, spread it all for more than cream/ Cash rules but i’m cool with it in caffeine/ Know what i mean, dreams that will soon become relevant/ Kill the loot, but let the beat carry all the evidence/ Hip Hop! x3 Hip hop ya dont stop For the vibe of the keys we back to basics/ Aimless rearranging the sounds that leave you tasteless/ I’m steady pacin’, like job in all relations/ More than dollars, hip hop scholar, i’m dedicated/ Spend it or invest it? no cash i’m counting blessings/ Made it through the week, no sleep, but still progressing/ Proud of where i’m at but got a long way to go/ I swear the clock is ticking faster but the day is coming slow/ Who knows, a place that i can go to clear my mind/ Need a minute to relax, recline, and i’ll be fine/ I’m local chillin, the donut shop is the usual/ Coffee cup, music up, jazz that is beautiful/ Thoughts flowing’, minds open, got a master plan/ Do it all for the fam forget the problems at hand/ Grab mics and then i aim, maintaining the same frame/ Ya’ll need to know the name, hip hop is flowing through my veins

They call me Superman... They call me Superman... Big Shaq, where you at? They call me Superman... Big Shaq, where you at? You cant stop it or block it when I drop it Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic Aint even fit to step in Shaqs arena I look inside your mind and I seen your shook demeanor In your eyes, why are you suprised No matter how you try, not fly as ?ellequad? The new edition, is this the end of your last night? In the daytime, you couldnt see me with a flashlight I crash flights on sights of my enemies Im comin through and then I bomb your whole vicinity Why the act of fakin jacks, youre not a friend of me I peeped your card, youre not as hard as you pretend to be Who wanna spark it with the chocolate Macadamia, hair clean to the cranium You know the name, Shaq aim to maintain Money on the brain, cant stop the reign Big Shaq where you at? What? Uhh, what? Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh Ninety-seven caviar What, what, uhh I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures Blessing niggas in Ac Legends and vigors Cream lizards, cream coogis, I do my duty As long as they fly as me, get high as me Success in my circle, try to break it, I hurt you Aint no gettin out that, I doubt that We want thee exotic, erotic ladies Not them toxic ladies that burn a lot I learned a lot, from junkies to ruffians From bein tied up by Colombians, cause 80 grams was missin Listen, had to change my position From wantin to be large to head nigga in charge My garage, call it C-Lo -- fours, fives, and sixes Honies by the mixes, if it aint broke, dont fix it Smoked out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino Size like a sumo, Frank White numero uno Big Shaq where ya at? Cant Stop Wont Stop 7-0, ha, towerin inferno Invincible, smooth individual Who wanna test it, foreign or domestic No matter where you from, Im not the one you wanna mess wit Origin-al Willie style, livin lavish Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris Im not the average, Im far from the norm Daddy long hittin em strong, keepin you warm A lime to a lemon, my DC women Bringin in ten G minimums to condos with elevators in em Vehicles with televisions in em Watch they entourage turn yours to just mirages Disappearing acts, strictly nines and macs Killers be serial, Copperfield material My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it Any place I visit, I got land there How can players stand there and say I sound like them, hello Push wigs back and push six Coupes thats yellow Plus clips that expand from hand to elbow Spray up your Days Inn, any telle you in Crack braggin sick of braggin how my mink be draggin Desert ease street sweeper inside the beamer wagon I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die Put that on my diamond bezel, youre messin with the devil WHAT!!

MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we dont fuck around, nigga, we dont fuck around Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down And if he dont know, yall better let him know My niggas got .40s, if they bring them out, they gon let them go Imagine 36 rounds plus 36 more Counting his head, chest, and car doors, thats 72 fucking holes And if his homies act up, then thats what the MAC for They get one warning shot and then after that, fire, If youre riding with him, fuck nigga, youre dying with him You can run and hide, but in a matter of time, oh, Ill get him And the first sight of him, Ill put that light on him And every red dot is gon turn them into blood clots First, its gon be heavy bleeding And then his eyes gon roll to the back of his head, his pulse weak and hes barely breathing Aint no hollerin Red Rock You done already used up your wish, bitch, all you get is headshots So when the MAC sound, niggas better duck down Im from Dade County, nigga, we dont fuck around MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we dont fuck around, nigga, we dont fuck around Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down Im talking four goons hanging out of four windows With four choppers going off, all at one nigga With 50 shots a piece, if we dont kill you, God was with you So when you hear that , that mean its official And down here, it aint money, choppers the main gesture The streets the wrong place to hang when you got that thing with you The only choppers I buy the ones with soft triggas So when I squeeze that motherfucker, I know Im gon hit you So if your money aint right, better keep your mouth closed Cause when youre beefing in these streets, your trap gotta close And where we see your pussy ass at, were letting them go Trash bags over the choppers so no shells hit the floor You aint got to be here to see it, but Ill bet you hear about it Four niggas skied up in all black, straight wilding Them niggas let down them windows, them choppas went to hollering Them niggas road off busting and left folks thumping MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we dont fuck around, nigga, we dont fuck around Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down Motherfuckers thought I slipped, right? You didnt know the extra clips on my hip, right? Ricochet off the vertebrae, dead splat Now starts the cardiac arrest, wheres your vest? You forgot, now you slowly dropped cause your heart stopped beating Your bitch ass crew is retreating Niggas left you fucked up. passed out with your ass out Pockets ran through, stripped with your brains bashed out Tell me, have you ever seen Less bone fragments or remains of a man thats been slain by one of them things? Laying way ten feet away from his brain Holding his kidneys and his hands and pissed and shitted all in his pants? Laying there, dead in his own blood And I cant even explain how big the hole in his head was So gon’ ahead and yellow tape it Quarantine the scene, nobody leaves until they mark all the shell cases MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we dont fuck around, nigga, we dont fuck around Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we dont fuck around, nigga, we dont fuck around Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

I was coming from work one day and my crazy son run up to me and says Hi, mom, I got married I said who in tarnation did you marry? He said Oh, shes a nice girl. Oh, mom, youre gonna like her! Shes the daughter you never had. Im not gonna tell you what I said to him because to me personally every beautiful woman that he saw, he was gonna marry them. I said you know what? Im not ready for this yet so I think you better keep her away from me. Now almost every night before I may I speak to Christopher Such a calm, calm voice I answered Im sorry, Christophers not here. May I ask whos calling? This is Faith. Faith? I said gosh, this must be the wife. So I said Faith? Do you know to whom youre speaking? She said, Miss Wallace? I said, yes, and I said may I ask you another question? How would you feel you got married and your husband keeps calling your house and you dont identify yourself or acknowledge me as a mother, you as a wife. How do you think your mother would feel? And she goes, I know how you feel, but Christopher told me stay away from you. Hahahahahaha I said, to be honest with you, I did, I did tell him that

Check it out yo For all my muthafuckin niggas, word to Hurb, we got stupider Runnin mad circles round your crew like Jupiter Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden Cause I madden, I have been, suckers wish they hadnt Im baggin the bitches grabbin 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+ bein locked down Facin convictions, throwin caniptions I got more riches 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 gettin figures from my rap niggas Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas Introducin the black bastard from Bedrock Guaranteed to make your head rock Tote Glocks, drop cops that mistake me for Rodney, strictly headshots 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 ferocoius Feel the weight when Im crushin them Bumrushin em, stuffin em I put the pressure on em, hon Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ Hes just nice, he just sliced Like a ginzu, look what I been through The Brooklyn streets, the obese thug nigga from the East The black nine, hard to find muthafucka After the rhyme press rewind, muthafucka Strictly for my niggas I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over The Universal Soldier of hip-hop, somebody shoulda told ya 40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens, please dont Sleepwalk the unforbidden when most MCs wont Check it, if you ever felt sceptic about my intellect, its Hectic, Im like antisceptic on record Disinfect your , sound seizen your sector Local areas, across seas, even in Rome and Mecca Im known, Prince, Organizin with the Red Hot Lover And the bad brother Biggie Smalls from another Planet called Brooklyn, hey good lookin Do you like it, hot chocolate after dark, uh, or scared to get you hooked in You might have to seek medical attention, the unforgettable type Representin my niggas rockin, rockin the mic right Harcore M.O.P. type shit Peace to my other half and my niggas doin bids I used to start more shit than high school bullies I was doin my thing since my nigga Bu-Bang used the steel carts for pullies I break niggas up like referees Put em on point, pack out my joint and makin em move like refugees Lil Fame rep, is Brooklyn down still? Niggas that fuck aroundll catch a beatdown from Brownsville Im goin all out the western way Old school or new school, I beat your ass like its freshmens day For yall wanna-be MCs f.a.g.s You gon fuck around and make that nigga Bill squeeze Im representin for all mines with nines Hardcores in town, my niggas that get down A Hillfigure on the trigger Them Crooklyn sounds that pounds and break through Stopped puffin the lye, still sippin the brew So I be on cruise when you snooze and then you loose Word, and Red Hot Lover Tone tossin suckers like salad Incredible vocabulary comin 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 lookin for me in broad daylight with a flashlight - pillow and matress on her back Cause yo shit is wack So here goes the No-Doze, Im puttin it on foes who oppose Comin off like porno pantie hose Peace to Organized Konfusion and B.I.G The M.O.P., from R-e-d For all my niggas in the NYC

Uh, yeah All my BK niggas, uh All my niggas on the corner Pull your macks out All my jail niggas, maxed out B.I.G. niggas Forever, nigga What, yo, yo, yo Nigga what, uh, my gun busts like phone numbers Seven shots, tear the roof off you gold Hummer My shit drop, its gon do movie numbers Blow Fish, Im gonna be hotter than the summer I got bread now, niggas wonder Who Im writing for, who this nigga, faggot promoter? Im just smarter, I play my game like a hand of Poker Its a million in the stash, bitch, check the sofa Its two mil in the closet, on the left of the loafers When I come through, niggas P.Y.P. like soldiers Im the type that hold dough like Tommy Fuck a bitch like then tell her its over Kicked her out my chromed out Rover I squeeze gats outta sonovas, Cease takin over From here to North Dakota, speed bump, chrome on the roller Like bears thats Polo, we come out when its colder Ey, yo Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Yo Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Cmon Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Cmon Yo, feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous What, Cris flow ever, nigga, you know what that mean Cock and squeeze, dont talk, when I roll in the scene My man was yappin to this nigga, got caught up in between That-a happen to any nigga that go against me Do yall want beef or do yall want peace? Yall dont really wanna see me take it to the streets When we do, nigga, we get deeper than the sea Bodies fell, floatin way out in Tennessee Cant handle one, so why ask for ten of me? And went up by the enemy, leave them a memory Just like Kennedy, from state-to-state, city-to-city There where the grimy and gritty once told by Frank Nitty Whats the dilly? Niggas still frontin Willy Actin like they ahead o the game Put the four-point-six in the Range Itchy like wearin wool in the rain And keep it simple nigga, but with me, its just plain Like Eminems rhymes is rim, DJs keep spinnin them If they aint down with the fam I aint really feelin them Especially if they got something to say about Cease and them So for now, with the and-one, thats how we greetin them Ey, yo Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Yo Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Cmon Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Cmon Yo, feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous I got a lot to gain, these cats playin and its not a game It is a game but I forgot you playin Forgot your name, forgot your claim But I remember when the bullets stopped your brain And like, got your chain Its plain simple, use your brain tissue Or you could remain cripple, wishin they aint hit you Not in official, yall niggas counterfeit Shot about seventeen natural, somethings bound to hit Bounded with a team of shakers to see the paper Then blow like Anita Baker, if you need it, just make it If you need to wake up, holler I Kiss the Girls to make them holler, make them bounce Anything to make a dollar, yall understandin me I just do it, I aint the one to plan it Just hide it under the table, shit, Im underhanded Perfected the nine, perfected the line Nasty, perfected with lime Busted with paper, infected with rhyme Ey, yo Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Yo Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Cmon Feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Cmon Yo, feel the rough Scandalous The more weed smoke I puff The more dangerous Yo, yo, feel the rough, nigga Uh, Flipmode Uh, Brist, my niggy Garfield, Big Nash All my niggas thuggin it Feel the rough, nigga Uh, D-Roc Yeah, are you gon feel this nigga? Told you, dont stop now

You know very well Who you are Dont let them hold you down Reach up for the stars If you have that goal But not that many Cause youre the only one That gives you good and plenty Well 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 on Bambu, 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 Yes god bless 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 Blowing up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood Its all good, its all so good And if you dont know, now you know, you know You know very well Who you are Dont let them hold you down Reach up for the stars If you have that goal But not that many Cause youre the only one That gives 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 lounging Celebrating every day, no more public housing Thinking back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a 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 Dang right I like the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive And its all... so good If you dont know, now you know, you know, you know You know very well Who you are Dont let them hold you down Reach up for the stars If you have that goal But not that many Cause youre the only one That gives you good and plenty You know very well Who you are Dont let them hold you down Reach up for the stars If you have that goal But not that many Cause youre the only one That will give you You know very well Who you are Dont let them hold you down Reach up for the stars If you have that goal But not that many Cause youre the only one If you dont know, now you know

Skys The Limit In This Selection It’s been 17 years since we lost Biggie Smalls, one of rap’s youngest and greatest talents of all time. At times, it’s difficult to believe that a 22-year-old Biggie would release an album, Ready To Die , and it would impact an entire culture forever. This weekend, Biggie Smalls fans worldwide will observe the life of Brooklyn’s rap phenomenon Don Dada, and it’s swiftly approaching, which brings us to Eleven Paris’ tribute tee that features the iconic photography by Barron Claiborne. Regardless, Christopher “Biggie Smalls” Wallace may be gone but he isn’t forgotten and the same applies for the imagery. Let us remember the King of New York by playing his albums, Biggie-inspired music and wearing t-shirts like this all-over Biggie printed t-shirt to Biggie Day, a celebration Bigs life and legacy. According to Kitson, Eleven Paris is a parisian prêt-à-porter brand, present on the international fashion scene since 2003 which combines humour, pop culture, rock references and contemporary cool, Eleven Paris t-shirts symbolize the brands silhouette. Wear them with a nonchalant air, in conjunction with refined items from the collection. For more information on Eleven Paris, follow this link and to stay updated with Fashion Genius on social media, follow us on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram.

+ Hey, doggystyle nigga YEAH! Uhh.. can I get witcha, uhh Can I get witcha, hey Can I get witcha-cha-cha {echoes} + Another day in the ghetto One look outside and Im already upset yo It look about a hundred-and-two Its a Saturday and Biggie aint got nuttin to do Uhh, Im interrupted by a phone ring Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie? Yo who dis? Talisha! 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 Dopefiend, crackfiend, eyewitness news team I seen a honey with a butt lookin butter soft I know she looks much better with them clothes up off Sittin all thick with the ruby red lipstick Thats the one I got to get with I like, the way that you look, I was hopin we could Maybe spend some time, theres so much that we can do We can party all night, I can tell youre so right From the way that you shine I just wanna get with you + Uhh.. can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T-T + She said, If I get witchu I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew Whatcha I think I do, sling skins for a livin? My name aint November, this aint Thanksgiving You aint Michael Bivins Smack it up flip it, rub it down Do me baby, I aint down My name aint 2Pac, I dont +Get Around+ You hittin this, nigga how that sound? Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with Somebody ya done slept with, hold up Thats my Neneh Cherry shit, I got somethin slicker Let me just sip up on this liquor All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic +Slam+ ya like Onyx, and get ya Hooked on This Biggie Smalls Phonics, 102 How to squeeze 22s in them Reebok shoes, HUH? Hey lady, ohhhhh baby I wanna make you miiii-iiine, ooooooh-oooh And we can riiiiiide, all niiiiight Cause you the shit, yeah, whoo! + To all the ladies in the house, oww Uhh, uhh - ta-dow I said walk me upstairs, cause I forgot my Phillies She said I dont care, just dont be actin silly I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore rap And it wouldnt take a second fore I had her on her back Twiddlin with the bra strap, threw on my Sillk CD Cause I wanna get freaky witchu! Lose control on the skins is all I can picture Now Im about to hitcha - w/ ad-libs + 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 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

Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I dont sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit New York, New York, ready for the likes of this Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, thats when my momma water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck Im seeing my death and I aint even took my first step I made it out, Im bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said, Hes going to be a bad boy As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherfuckers. Get live motherfuckers!! Now Im thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team: Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearing the coach scream aint lifetime dream! I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didnt show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldnt see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

Yeah Niggas know what time it is Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherfuckin house Talkin a dangerous crew Junior M.A.F.I.A., my man Mad Klep Stealing everything in sight Niggas know the pedigree, B-town, represent All day every day, know what Im saying? B-Town Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo I get money, paid in full I got it made, Brooklyn finest Grinding, think I could beat Mike Tyson A magnificent, it aint hard to tell I never changed, live the life of an outlaw You think the world is yours? Pause, you just a sucker MC Shagging for beats, back you down in the club Put your hands where my eyes can see The most beautiful-est thing is my beliefs Like fuck the police, lifes a everyday struggle Girls be nothing but trouble, bitches aint shit If I ruled the world wed thug them gold digger ladies first You think I need a girl? Check yourself, its a cold world I move through it like the Daytona 500 A hundred miles and runnin Girls, they love me, Mr. Big-Stuff Put it in your mouth Handle, B-I, B-I? Knock yourself out Im a P-I-M-P, buck buck once The type of guy to take a big over and toss it up Yo, yo, yo, yo Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno Im your idol, the highest title Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno Im your idol, the highest title The ruler is back, its the big payback My A to the K go ratatatat, react Where my dogs at, on the Ready to Die tip No U-N-I-T-Y shit, tear the club up Ride or die bitch Warning, this is a takeover I aint no joke, mastered the art of storytelling Three times sold Bowed and powder, explosive vocab, world renown Bow down, you cant touch this, how you like me now? I move the crowd , check the rhymes of a mastermind Through a Hail Mary changed the scorn, its just half time The last real nigga alive with a New York state of mind You was just frontin, now you a customer hypnotized Watch them niggas wild out excited Sometimes I rhyme slow, illustrious Dont worry just dont bite it All eyes on me, patiently waiting My name is Klep the dream shatterer, so what you sayin? Yo, yo, yo, yo Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno Im your idol, the highest title Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno Im your idol, the highest title Who shot ya? I shot ya with one hand on the pump Go see the doctor? Never, I got your body in the trunk Five minutes of funk, what yall niggas wanna do Wonder if heaven got a ghetto, they reminisce over you? Just another day in Brooklyn Zoo, puffing the Chronic I get high, hit em up plus I saw a man die You gonna get yours, Im a rebel without applause Bring the noise, Im on criminology, quiet storm My UZI weighs a ton, public enemy number one Ghetto superstar, everything remains raw Rated R New York, New York, L.A. L.A Walk this way, players brawl, today was a good day Can it be that simple? Street dreams got me thug mansions Bling bling, horse and carriage, boom with Simms flasks A master, peel, Im real, youre still not a player forever Peace out at Sean Award, tours gone until November Yeah There you have it, Junior M.A.F.I.A. strikes again, you know what fucking time it is Yeah Yeah Yeah Face down nigga, all you other niggas better go back to the motherfucking lab Brush up on yall gangster shit Niggas know where all the richest niggas from, motherfucker Brookyln style, representing, slittin motherfucking wrists All you bitch-ass niggas better lay the fuck down and recognize Word to mother The shit is real Uh, what, what, what? Uh, uh You cant fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga! Yo, load up the motherfucking clips man, cock the gats boy You cant fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga! Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherfucking house You cant fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga! Blaow, now its all over You cant fuck with the... Yeah Pack up your shit baby, we finna get the fuck up outta here

Boy Im gonna love ya until the end The end, the end, the end, the end Boy Im gonna love ya until the end The end, the end, the end, the end Boy, until the end Whats up MC That boy Oh oh oh baby you You got what I need Uh huh, yeah But you say Im just a friend But Im tryna be more than just a friend MC Id rather be with you but you never tried to holla We could spend a couple milly 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 ya 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 flip this thing like a channel Steppin in my Chrissy Lous yeah I gotta 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 ya 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 ya until the end The end, the end, the end, the end More than just friends Boy, until the end

This is a hit! And if you dont know, now you know, na... To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin Moët is where youll find me The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crews behind me Mad question askin, blunt passin Music blastin, but I just cant quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree I love it when you call me Big Poppa! I love it when you call me Big Poppa! Papas got a brand new bag And if you dont know, now you know, na... Straight up, honey, really Im askin Most of these niggas think they be mackin, but they be actin Who they attractin with that line Whats your name? Whats your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind And ask you what your interests are, who you be with Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon be here for a while? Im gon go call my crew, you go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welchs grape Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon do What we came to do, aint that right, boo? Forget the telly, we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke Ls while you do me I love it when you call me Big Poppa! I love it when you call me Big Poppa! Papas got a brand new bag And if you dont know, now you know, na... In mansions and Benzes Givin ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin Os, smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However, living better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BMs, Im the man, girlfriend I love it when you call me Big Poppa! I love it when you call me Big Poppa! Papas got a brand new bag And if you dont know, now you know, na... Hey hey! Hey hey!

{Jay-Z Intro} Old school, new school need to know this I burn like Rest In Peace I burn faster than gas in mopeds Jigga Man, BK shit ??? Jigga Man ya heard BK ya heard Uh uh, the free-mix ya heard I rely on Bed-stuy to shut it down when I die Uh Uh, In The Words of my boy, B.I I got you baby boy The Roc is in the building Lets do the damn thing Faith Im in a class all by myself I run rap all by myself Thinking about the past When I try to forecast myself Or when I get this cash What Im gon buy myself More Money, More Problems Now Im feeling like big myself Niggas gon love you, Cant kid myself Fuck it, I dig a ditch for those pricks myself A Superstar but sometimes I forget myself All alone in this world now Im feeling like faith myself Looking in the mirror, how could you take yourself? How could you hate a dude getting cake like myself? You should be like, I could be like that someday myself Im from the hood sort like yourself Its all to the good now but bullet rounds are aimed towards myself I dodged them, like neo People try to assault my wealth Im here to say I put that on myself HOV! Its over now, I cant compete I dont know how Im still standing on my feet So turned around and incomplete Im not that happy woman that I used to be Oh, please tell me what did you mean When you said that you were mine, you knew that was a lie But in your heart you know that truth And Im trying to forget All the things you put me through I never thought youd turn you back And walk away from love like that While I was holding on to you All you did was let me go I never thought I would regret The way I felt when we first met And now Im standing here Alone in this world, alone Its over now, we cant go on In my eyes I thought that you could do no wrong Its no surprise we both belong Because of you my hearts singing us that song Oh, please tell me what did you mean When you said that you were mine, you knew that was a lie But in your heart you know that truth And Im trying to forget All the things you put me through I cant believe our love is over now Where did love go And why did I believe that we would be together forever Now its all a memory

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Kick in the door, wavin the four fizzy They already know they cant fuck with Iggy Trues cost more than the rent do, you know that All black on when I come through, its Kodak Mirror, mirror on the wall Is Iggy the ziggy-iggy the baddest of em all? Why you come through, shut down the mall? All that ass deserve an applause Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, red light, yellow light Red light, yellow light, green light, switch This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, red light, yellow light Red light, yellow light, red light, yellow light Red light, yellow light Red light, yellow light, red light, yellow light Red light, yellow light Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you ro-o-ole Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch Red light, yellow light, green light, switch This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that, this is all that, this is all that, this is all that This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get, switch Red light, yellow light, green light, switch This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, red light, yellow light Red light, yellow light, green light, switch This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, red light, yellow light Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Intro: The Fuck Happened to the home of the brave Niggas running off headed to the grave Black president, dont matter Shit just getting worst life is shattered A land of freedom is flipping out All I want is a life without a doubt Verse 1 Thug life, we all been through it Lifes a struggle though its not split Illuminati or whatever the fuck they go by They the reason why the world so dry Im just a nigga tryna live my life Everyday staying away from the tip of a knife Or the the fire from a fucking 9 millimeter This damn Gangasta life is that of a cheater Im starting to think we living in a trash can Jus waiting to be swallowed up bu the Klu Klux klan Verse 2 Every night sleeping with a common dream That everyone be on the same team When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause 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 Tims and black hoodies Godll prolly have me on some real strict shit No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin to my mother, even stealin out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion Verse 3 Dope on the corner, look at the coroner Daughter is dead, mother is mourning her Strayed bullets, AK bullets Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldnt Bring her back, who got the footage? Channel 9, cameras is looking Its hard to channel your energy when you know youre crooked Banana clip, split his banana pudding Im like Tre, thats Cuba Gooding I know Im good at Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst Bitch how could this get any worse than it is worst America might as well be cursed

I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just, I just, I just, I just, I just, I just... I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, Im out like The Vapors I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, Im out like The Vapors I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just Im on some other shit, nigga, I dont want no rap friends Cause you fuck niggas pocket watchers and I aint with the plan Thats why I keep you niggas out my face much as I can Cause Ill be done killed one of you pussy niggas in the end Id like to thank all you fuck niggas who done went commercial Cause yall made my job easier and thats for certain Dont try to come back to these streets when you start hurting Put your ears to the street, Plies done closed the curtain I got the real niggas on lock, I done served my purpose Write anther diss record cause the last one aint working You fuck niggas keep snitching, goons keep murking And you cant find a lot of fuck niggas nann one of my verses I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, Im out like The Vapors I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, Im out like The Vapors I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just I got niggas thats locked up that need lawyers If I cant make that happen for them, then I aint really balling Gon run you 50 stacks or better fucking with murder charges And the lawyer want half of that fore he even get started And if that break me, then fuck it, I keep it real, shawty And Ima keep grinding so my niggas can keep calling And you little fuck niggas around here hating, want yall to keep talking Need yall to speak up a little bit cause Im way up here, shawty Just dropped two birds in the Chevy, I need that back And to do it the right way, its gon run you about 40 stacks Inside the Hummer on 6s, nigga, on top of that Think I got time to argue with you little fuck niggas on wax? But we can shoot it out in the streets, Ill make time for that And while your mind on me, Im out here getting checks And still thugging and keeping it real in the process Ima be the firstnigga to get a mill and keep his hoods respect I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, Im out like The Vapors I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, Im out like The Vapors I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just More money, more problems, nigga, more guns The more money I get, the more Im buying drugs And watch the news, more dead bodies still to come The more niggas that hate me, the happier I become The motherfuckers that hate, the ones with nothing going And you little fuck niggas trying to win, I already done won And let me tell you little rap ass niggas something Show me a rap nigga who done did what I done done You got a hot song, I got 30 to choose from You doing shows for peanuts, Im 12 5 to 1 You know how it feel to have a hundred thousand dollars a month? You fuck niggas still got neezys, I got ones I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, Im out like The Vapors I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, Im out like The Vapors I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I-I-I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just-I just

Yeah, yo You see Im standing here before you Like a man in a courtroom, solemnly swore to tell the truth You see you gave me your ears, and I gave you my heart I told you my story from the start To my teenage years, testing a gun out in the park No fear from the banging or the spark To my days of Christianity Them times with no electricity Sitting in my house in the dark I was raised on a council estate My mum struggled to put food on the plate I remember I would stay up late Watching the videos on MTV I wanted the same Versace shades like B.I.G I wanted a Cubana chain like him Jay-Z I wanted to drive in a Range, that was a childhood dream I guess Im victim to all things that I seen I guess Im fortunate to get taught bout this deen After Gypsy Hill, that was the street turf Some young brothers putting in some street work In 2002, that was the rebirth Some diamonds growing from the deep dirt Real pain, thats why we hurt Some lost souls, a purpose we search Yeah we step into religion then we reverse Going back to the life that we live first A random man then started feeling lost I found retribution inside the mosque And I couldnt find happiness in anything I started reviewing all the places I was searching Like money, jewellery and women Cars, guns, killing, clubs, drugs, hustling Look at the lifestyle we was living Now I find satisfaction in the simple things Look at the inner peace that religion brings Like, just knowing your purpose in life Like, knowing the Angel of Death can take your soul tonight Like, the possibility of you getting to paradise You know, knowing you can get there if youre living right Like, you was on the left then you went right Like, Allah found you lost and He chose to guide So now on the Straight Path, I try to walk Im tryna be steadfast, going to a talk But its like Im getting caught between these different sects Theyre like Bro, we dont rep what them brothers rep I said But theyre Muslim and were Muslim too And they said Na, we dont do what them brothers do So now that had me feeling confused I was only 6 month in, was still brand new Its time for me to research my religion Fly away to Egypt, Quran I put my head in Thats when it was getting lonely in this bedding I started dreaming bout a wedding Im from Jamaica, shes from Pakistan The way your father said no, youd fink it was 7ram What happened to the words of Rasulullah? Peace be upon Allahs messenger Thats why he cried for this ummah Wallahi, he gave his life to this ummah Then we took the deen and complicated things Look at them, look at us, its not the same thing I never saw hatred like this before Racism like this before I never saw And to find it in religion was the worst bit Felt like I was being dragged through a dirt pit Yeah and when a man isnt perfect They easily serve his flesh on a banquet You have to be like Rocky Balboa when they knock you down You have to get up off the floor You have to be like Rocky Balboa till the last round You always go for one more I had to fly away to Kuwait Wallahi I had to re-evaluate You see I didnt like the fame I was getting There shouldnt be no superstars in religion And I was just tryna give Dawah man Ibn Mansur, Imran And now I understand this deen better A couple things I was doing then really werent clever 2010, thats when I had Sumaya Refreshed my wudhu went and made a prayer Made an oath to Allah, imma do better Now I really try and do better And now they hit me on the messenger Young sister, still a teenager If her father ever knew, he would hit the roof The parents none the wiser in the other room You see our young ones are slipping up You see our teenagers are all falling off We need to bring back some real teachers And get our youth to stop listening to Deen Squad And when its all said and done Forget me, go to the words of the Quran Allah said He perfected this religion And that religion is Islam These might be the last words I ever wrote These might be the last words I ever spoke And if its the last words you hear from your brother I say dont follow me, follow the Quran and the Sunnah Yeah

They call me Lethal Lip, The linguistic Full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on my funk and I didnt flunk diaper rash Im hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary Give me the mic and watch me slay them Those lame illiterate poetic systems Pisses me off Should be missing me with that shit Putting that petty poetry package pathetically in front of me I suppress; I arrest the best of MCs regularly In the beginning I was doubted Slid in and rerouted This shit to places yall bitches werent even thinking bout hittin Heads splittin, shittin hard on niggas With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures A high rank nigga Top spot taker Maker of some hot shit loose Makin it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose Bruise whateva touch come through in a clutch Bitch beat me never heard of such Niggas say Im just too much Consistent dollar clocker Sipping lemonade and vodka Private shopper live and die hip hopper With the platinum touch Thats what the fuck up And I aint tryna lack and slack shit Im tryna pack and stack shit To continue to make phat shit And niggas know.. The lyrical molestin is takin place And when Da Brat is in your area your shit aint safe To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin Competitions a must everytime I bust And niggas know.. The lyrical molestin is takin place And when Da Brat is in your area your shit aint safe To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin Competitions a must everytime I bust Im livin in high times with a lifeline when the sun dont shine often Taught that the bare necessity was to never let no nigga see me soften Coughin up phlegm in the morning from choking on dank daily Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady Reached impossible limits no gimmick lyrics Livin trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll The swish and burn it slow cats me know Never fishin for roaches or smokin the hocus pocus Once I was the brokest bitch now afford the dopest shit The poker Chips get placed on the misses with twisted Shoe here Chi towns windy city creeper weed keeper Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins And niggas know.. The lyrical molestin is takin place And when Da Brat is in your area your shit aint safe To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin Competitions a must everytime I bust And niggas know.. The lyrical molestin is takin place And when Da Brat is in your area your shit aint safe To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin Competitions a must everytime I bust If you consider yourself to be a competitor The object of the game is to bury ya Get the cheddar the mo the merrier 3-1-2 the area Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation Your expiration date is past due We conjured up this shit to last you till infinity Finna be multimillion in a minute Only solo ho to do more than your average bitch Making niggas sick and having fits watchin me push the Benz six Admit it Im da type to get addicted to like China Watch you fucking wit pure dough Tonights da night we all get high Niggas know Brat take without askin Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards Lyrical assassin and niggas know Therefore this rap rendition introdition of competition Made some motherfucker before the first admission Gets to a center mountain I sip the spout Rhyming ad infinitum I pee in the fountain then I claw Clutching the cliff cuz Ive got to get higher Into the mantic with the mad messiah GCs going crazy hacking the channel through all the slack rappers I pack I pack a bag I travel To the peninsula with the posse I peep over the edge Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge to lead on Leaving you mangled, tangled in your mic chord Your momma wouldve been better in battle Your boasting is bogus; silly posing Putting your petty poetry package pathetically in front of me I suppress; I arrest the best of MCs regularly