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1. _ Playa Hater
Good evening And for my last hit I'd like to take you back to the classic A-hem, B.I.G. style of course Uhh [singing] Playaahh, turn your head round Lay on the ground, you've been robbed Wake up, open the door Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Uhh You know, we need this money And you, yes baby, you, should just roll with me Let's go off, together On this robbin spree, we'll make money Uhh Playaahh, turn your head round Take off that crown, you've been robbed Wake up, open the door Don't cry no more, you've been robbed You see, there are two kind of people in the world today We have, the playaz, and we have, the playa haters Please don't hate me because I'm beautiful baby Hear what they talk, about me But my crew so deep, you can't do, a damn thing, to me Playahh, open the door Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Wake up (wake your ass up), take off your jewels You fuckin fools, you've been robbed (this is a robbery nigga) Playahh playahh (hater), Playahh playahh (hater) Playahh playahh (hater), Playahh playahh (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater) Uhh, thank you... thank you very much *applause* Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kind Thank you, thank you very much Good night everybody, good night! I love all of you, thank you thank you Thank you, thank you very much Good night! more free lyrics |
2. _ Miss U
[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the field You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggaz Word up Each and every day The daydreams of how we used to be See your family And that baby's lookin just like you Why'd you go away I've been missin you lately Tell me why you're gone and thru [Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.] I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour Got my man a beat down to the third power He didn't care, spent the money in a half hour Got some fishscale, ain't no competition that could sour Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead heaven In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon We was king till the G's crept in And now I'm missin em [Chorus:] Ooh, I'm missin you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin you Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] We work all week, we dancin, play the movies We rock flatops, our girls rocked doobies Made a killin, even though the D's knew me Eventually, you know they try to do me Fuck it Fed up, my nigga want to take it down south Sick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouth Gave him half my paper, told 'em go that route Few months, he got his brain blown out Now I'm stressed His baby's mother, she trippin, blamin me And his older brothers, understand, the game it be Kinda topsy turvy You win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother They mother lost a son Fuck, why my nigga couldn't stay in NY? I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried I look in the sky and ask God why Can't look his baby girls in the eye Damn I miss you [Chorus] [Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.] There was this girl around the way that make cats drool Her name's Drew, played fools out they money in pool People swore we was fuckin but we was just cool She used to hang while I slang my drugs after school She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me A little closer than the average girl's supposed to be Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her Then she started messin with some major players Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch Taya Found out her baby's father cheatin, now Drew she gotta slay her One night, across from the corner store Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door The dude lived, what my baby had to die for We missin her [Chorus] more free lyrics |
3. _ Life After Death Intro
... me and her sister had somethin goin on (Aiyyo, would you listen to me motherfucker?) I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak (Aiyyo c'mon nigga, cut that) I'm sick of niggaz lyin, I'm sick of bitches hawkin (Aiyyo, yoyo Big, aiyyo chill) Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin [gunshot] [Life After Death piano and music comes in] (Aiyyo Big, aiyyo BIG!!) [heartbeat slows, sound of ambulence sirens] [piano plays on] [sound of pulse monitor and breathing machine] [Puff Daddy] Damn... we was spose to rule the world baby We was unstoppable! The shit can't be over, no The shit can't be over man I know you hear me nigga I know you hear me You got too much livin to do Too much unfinished business It ain't over [flatline] Live your life more free lyrics |
4. _ The World is Filled...
"Make it hot" - [Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X)] The world is filled, with pimps and hoes We'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah [Verse One: Puff Daddy] Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash When I score with a whore she be game for sure Pimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on the floor Won't you admit it? I ain't gotta talk because I live it Any chick fuckin with me, believe me that's a privelege I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it See you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it And Big be that nigga we be flyin through your hood And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods See we date em like we hate em, see em like we don't need em Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom And we only give our number to selected few And it's best that you, never knew, what good head'll do Turn a freak to a bisexual and if she's flexible fuck the nigga next to you "Make it hot" - [Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X in the background)] The world is filled, with pimps and hoes But we'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yellin I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks Drunk of Dom, silk and gators Spittin words makin birds till they flock see you later Whether, drunk or high, skunk or thai Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon fly Ain't no lie, pimped out, the SSI Nigga don't ask why, just respect it She bought me the necklace, the bracelet The Benz-o, she laced it Crib-o, got it, interior decorated Now my popularity grew, in each state Now I got two in each state Used to drink brew and eat steak Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates "Make it hot" - [Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X in background)] The world is filled, with pimps and hoes But we'll just talk about those I knows The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah [Verse Three: Too $hort] I had a whole lotta bitches in my lifetime I been blessed with the game always say the right lines Had a few prostitues and if you knew the truth They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch man She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin a rich man Now here you come, drop top ridin You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin Pussy makes money, stick to the business Think about the real motherfuckers that live it Street life, pimp shit, make the hoe respect the game You bought her diamonds and cars, trick that's a shame Say what you want, but I still figured She left you cause you couldn't be, like them real niggaz She was a hustler by nature, and you was just faker than the average symps, found a badder pimp Too $hort Crazy ass man I never woulda bought that bitch all them cars and all that shit you bought that hoe man After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe! Man I'm thirty years old nigga And that bitch was hoein when I was in 9th grades and shit Think about that, she been around then right? Shit... you just a rest haven for hoes man Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen Bitch only fuckin witchu cause you had a good ass job, nigga nerd Treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her Stupid ass nigga She ain't nuttin but a hoe! Bet you fell in love with her man! You can't turn a hoe into a housewife fool Everytime you turn your back that bitch is fuckin with dem gangstas Eastside Westside these are my potnahs Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin bout nigga I tell you about some real pimps and hoes Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man, yeah I know a few Shit, beyotch! more free lyrics |
5. _ B.I.G. Interlude
Yo C-Gutta where you at? D Rockafella Caesar Leo Degenero Bled C Money SL Uhh... B.I.G. is making this cream Bitches always say what the hell does that mean? B is for the bitches, who can't understand How one fly nigga became a man I is for the way it goes in and out One by one I knocks em out G is for the way the game goes in the gutter Other MC's man they ain't sayin nuthin Rockin on, to the break of dawn Make the bitch give the pussy get the mouth I'm gone What? It ain't no more to it more free lyrics |
6. _ What's Beef?
The Commission Uncle Paulie, Big Ditti Caesar Leo DeGenero (yeahhh) Tony Baltimore, Iceberg Slim The most shadiest, Frank Baby We here (do you know what beef is?) We ain't goin nowhere (do you know what beef is?) Uh-uh (ask yourself, do you know what beef is?) Uh-uh, uhh Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein Will reach the fuckin ceiling, check, check it My Calico been cocked (uh-huh) this rap Alfred Hitchcock drop top notch playa hating won't stop (uhh) This instant, rappers too persistant Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste like ass when you speak it, see me in the street your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz Motherfuckers still in my biz Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin kidnip kids? (uhh) Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge (oooh) That's how it is, my shit is laid out (what) Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out (played out) Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call All y'all dissapear by tomorrow All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be an ICU, one more time What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be an ICU, check it I done smoked with the best of em (uh-huh) shot at the rest of em (uh-huh) Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of em Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook just be whylin on you just be, stylin on you (you so crazy) When I, tried to warn you what your eyes fucked up Now I cleared them shits with hits you wanna fuckin bitch (mmm) Pardon my French but ahh, sometimes I get kinda peeved at these, weak MC's (don't stop) with the supreme baller like, lyrics I call em like I see em G Y'all niggaz sound like me (yeah) Y'all was grimy in the early nineties, far behind me It ain't hard to find me number one with the booyaka (booyaka) Gimme the Remi and the chronic ain't no tellin what I do to ya (I do to ya) It's obvious the game's new to ya (new to ya) Take them ends you make (ehehe) and spend em on a tutor hah, one shot, I'm through with ya What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep (don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (ain't safe) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be an ICU (I see you) one more time What's beef? (What's beef) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep (thirty deep) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be an ICU, check it (I see you) There'll be nothin but smooth sailin (sailin) When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin (bailin) All I got is heat and tough talk for you (uh-huh) Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use (oooh) Man listen straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya A first class ticket to Lucife, real name Cristopher Watch me set it off like Vivica Here lies your demise, close your eyes (uh-huh) Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen It's bad cause I just begun, we'll make the real bad now we's havin fun (ahaha!) What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep (Don't sleep) Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets (ain't safe) Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be an ICU, one more time (I see you) What's beef? (What's beef?) Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep (Start my Jeep) Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep (thirty deep) Beef is when I see you (I see you) Guaranteed to be an ICU, and I'm through (Yeah, and I'm through) Uhhh, uhhh It's like that (Now ask yourself, do you really, know what beef is?) Like that (Then ask yourself) Uhh (Do you really, want beef?) Like that, like that *echoes* (Ahahaha! Yeah, I like that) (Big Nash, hit me baby, on and on and on and on) (Bad Boy) (Y'all know what it is) (Shit, I don't want no beef, ahaaa!) more free lyrics |
7. _ Long Kiss Goodnight
[CHORUS] TIME, TIME FOR YOU TA DIE AS I KISS--YO--ASS--GOODNIGHT I make yo mouthpiece obese like delawese When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods yo dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But that's on the low doe' be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas snort-cane niggas extortion came quicker Bought the Range' nigga Ya still tickle me I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be The games sour like like a pickle be Ya'll know da rules Move from BK ta New Jerus Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew Bitches, we ran through Now da years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Muthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya) Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing Catch canes, come out frontin Smokin something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it wit the basic 6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face it We hard ta hit Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up Wipe the "P" Mix shots, "work ya seat up" Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up LONG KISS [CHORUS X 2] UH-I flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin... Maniacs put my name in raps--"support them" Games dat Like they hustle backwards I smoke backwards, and Duchees Ya can't touch me Try ta rush me Slugs go, touchy-touchy Ya bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me Rest where the worms-n-the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys Wit the holy ghost I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey Slip-n-tryin ta break me Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe Skiid it out, weeded out, clean it out The block for distance is, given long kisses bitch [CHORUS X 2] Frank White the menacin, craw-craw's demenacin I got the lettuce in You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I was a new comer then drugs and mac-10's Hug from fake friends Make ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyou That's why I relate to, choke yo ass till ya face blue, make you Open the safe too No matter how ya call it(how ya call it) This "bralick",alcoholic Like his weed green'd out like his brick solid Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Valentine, all the time Slugs hit'chya chest tap the spine Flat-line Heard through the grapevine, ya got fucked foe times Damn that three ta nine, fucked you up for real doe' "Slink steal slow" As you remorse we feel no [CHORUS X 6] more free lyrics |
8. _ My Downfall
[phone rings] [phone rings] [B.I.G.] Yo [heavy breathing] [B.I.G.] Sup hello? [heavy breathing] [B.I.G.] Faith? Motherfucker [click] [phone rings] [B.I.G.] Yo Kill you motherfucker (voice speaking to Biggie is whispering throughout) [B.I.G.] Hello? Kill you motherfucker [B.I.G.] [sarcastically] WORD? I'm gonna get you motherfucker you better watch your motherfuckin back That's my word nigga [B.I.G.] Get the fuck outta here Better watch your motherfuckin abck [B.I.G.] Watch my back? WORD? I'm gonna get Biggie, I'm gonna kill Biggie [B.I.G.] You soft dude, you soft Fuck all you niggaz, you all ain't SHIT Watch your motherfuckin back [B.I.G.] Eat a dick [click] Jealousy's a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers! If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker! See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down! Motherfuckers don't even know you, and they don't like you... [Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, 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 I'm debtor, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed im filled im with the lugars from they Rugers or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's present Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot Giving cats the opposite of diets The game lure you down when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company (uh-huh) Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still [DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall [Notorious B.I.G.] This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and be more gone than freemen I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces Fuck the screwfaces, when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly (what) To old school cats that call gats toolies Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize in killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin broads home On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chips bought to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit [DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall [Notorious B.I.G.] We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds Niggaz want my team to stop shinin Pray my fame start declinin Windin night girlies We been around the world twice, moats that'll smoke ice in moonlights, sacrifice your heart Lexus with the automatic start (what) Fifty shots'll tear your club apart Eatin shrimp outta cars, with some bitches from Brussels Eatin clams or mussels Uhh, out the puss (what) pretty face no waist I just want the bush, so I can mack you Give her a package to push, cause I work dem hoes Den dey hoes, I show you how to play them hoes Can you just visualize it Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet so I can sleep safe, not too many people mill in the briefcase Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait [DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity What y'all niggaz need to get through your motherfuckin heads Is that, y'all fuckin with some niggaz that's on a higher motherfuckin level -- we don't give a fuck About what you think about less how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep doin our motherfuckin thing From now till the year three thousand bitches! You can't breathe, you can't sleep, you can't eat without thinkin about us! Without thinkin about us to the end! We gonna kill you heartless motherfuckers! [DMC] That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall more free lyrics |
9. _ Sky's The Limit
[Notorious B.I.G.] Good evenin ladies and gentlemen How's everybody doin tonite? I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha I like this young man, because, when he came out he came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy Ha, I like that So everybody in the house, give a warm, round of applause for The Notorious B.I.G. *clapping* The Notorious B.I.G. ladies and gentlemen give it up for him ya'll Uhhh A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh) The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirt and alligators Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later Here come the drama, oh, that's that nigga wit the fake, blaow! Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place Play ya position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket Rob him while his friends watchin That hoes clockin, here comes respect His crew's your crew, or they might be next Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try So we roll wid em, stole wid em I mean loyalty, niggaz bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch In here, eyes crossed from blue and white dust Pass the blunt [112] 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, pressin 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, have what you want, be what you want [Notorious B.I.G.] Uh-huh, I was a shame, my crew was lame I have enough heart for most of em Long as I got stuff from most of em It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus I'm fuckin, bitches ain't my homegirls now Start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas From gym class, to Englass, pass off a global The only nigga wit a mobile, Can't You See like Total Gettin larger in waist and taste Ain't no tellin where this felon is headin, just in case Keep a shell at the tip of ya melon, clear da space Ya brain was a terrible thing ta waste Eighty-eight long gates, snatch initial name plates Smokin spliffs wit niggaz, real life beginner killers Prayin God forgive us for being sinners, help us out [112] 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, pressin 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, have what you want, be what you want [Notorious B.I.G.] After realizin, to master enterprisin I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts I holla burn the block apart, break it down into sections Drugs by the selection Some use pipes, others use in-jec-tions Syringe sold seperately, Frank the deputy Quick to grab my Smith-n-Wessun, like my dick was missin To protect my position, my corner, my layer While we out here, say the hustlas prayer If the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man Take a better stand Put money in my moms hand Get my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man Stay far from timid Only make moves when ya heart's in it And live the phrase Sky's The Limit Motherfucker... see you chumps on top [112] 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, pressin 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 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... more free lyrics |
10. _ Kick In The Door
Welcome back. *audience applauds* We're here on Bad Boy television, and I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper. And quite frankly -- he's very mad. We're gonna TRY to find out why; so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience. Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name, and where you're from. Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle and, I just don't understand, why you so mad. (yo, yo) Like what are you so mad about? (yo, yo, y-y-yo) You wanna know why, yo first of all, yo first of all you can't be askin me no question knowhatI'msayin who the fuck is you? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper.) YouknowhatI'msayin? You can't be askin me no question (It's a family oriented show.) I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'ma tell you why I'm mad. I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These niggaz is makin five hundred thousand dollar videos, yunusayin? They drivin around in hot cars, yunusayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit. (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.) YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm still livin with my MOMS, youknowhatI'msayin? That's my word. Yunusayin? I'm makin records I ain't made no money yet I done made this is my fourth album yo, this my FOURTH ALBUM. I ain't made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin wild records. That Ready to Die shit, it was aight, it was aight, yunumsayin, that shit was aight, it was cool. But my shit is more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit. And they not recognizing, they not sayin I recognize. And fuck is that, who is you to be askin me questions, youknowhatI'msayin? Who is you? [Mad Rapper fades out] [cut and scratched "I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel. I gotta talk about my life as I see it!"] [Intro: repeat 2X ('Biggie' repeats every line of beat)] This goes out to you This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you [Verse One:] Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White in tank-light totes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin Keep extra clips for extra shit Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby Ain't no tellin where I may be May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin with my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin You should know my steelo Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show to orgies with hoes I never seen befo' so, Jesus, get off the Notorious penis, before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it With the chrome and metal shit I make it hot, like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?" [Chorus: repeat 4X] Kick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more [Verse Two:] On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death Should I start your breath should I let you die In fear you start to cry, ask why Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them Son, I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo bitch I know you prayin you was rich, fuckin prick When I see ya I'ma [Chorus] [Verse Three:] This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the King of NY Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin it Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante You wanna get on son, you need to ask me Ain't no other king in this rap thing They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren One shot, they disappearin Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly make the white shake, thats why my money never funny And you still recoupin, stupid [echoes] more free lyrics |
11. _ Mo Money Mo Problems
[Verse One: Mase] Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie [singers come in over this last line] I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [repeat 2X] [Verse Two: Puff Daddy] Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now's when all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [repeat 2X] [Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose, too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep their hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass kizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [repeat 3X] What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [repeat 3X to fade] more free lyrics |
12. _ Notorius Thugs
[Chorus: repeat 4X] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [repeat 8X] Let's Ride [repeat 3X] Get High [repeat 3X] [Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone] Armed and dangerous, aint too many can bang with us straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas dat love to bust, its strange to us ya'll niggas be scramblin, gamblin up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin' here tryin to win, try not to sin high off weed and lots of gin so much smoke need oxygen steadily countin' them Benjamins Nigga u should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to u been in this shit since '92 look at all the bullshit l been thru so called beef with u know who fucked a few female stars or two then I blew like, nigga blew knew like Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick cause me and my dogs love to buck shit fuck the luck, shit strictly aim no operation just to stick da game Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your click squeeze your clip and hit the right one, pass dat weed l gotta light one all them niggas l gotta fight one, all them hoes l gotta like one our situation is a tight one, what u wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me dat you'll take thee, Bone and Big nigga die slowly l'ma tell u like a nigga told me, cash rule everything around me Shiiit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it know the bitch fore u caught yourself lovin it nigga wit a Benz fuckin it Doesn't it seem odd to u Big comes thru wit mobs and crews Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thug dudes who's da killa? me or you? (We forgive you for you know not what you do) Seven A.M. woke in da mornin' wit henn and caffiene and green and nicotine no dough so puff on tha dro, Lil' Rippsta..nigga, mista clean nigga deep--deep in my tumble and now to get, sentimentally steamed wit my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team and a 45 indeed will beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams you willin to die we'll see how many faces when l cause the scene We mean mug, Mo' Thugs tyrin to be perfect disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple six rivals spittin' fire this da real truth bitch, breakin down for lies my messiah steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5. lt's wild, bless da child, the one dat became a man put in positions out and we perve all that l had to do was stare. Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend pick up my pen and my hemp all in my trust a friend, friend. Hey! open and lets see if ya' real, we all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin', maybe we aint marchin' we shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they forgot..everyday in da ghetto, we start em' off endin with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now kick it...... Nigga roll wit Bone up into da dayz of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn, never do toss on da curb/me feelin' da urge to sperve, when l'm broke as fucks and givin dat mossburg swerve. Up into my bag, cuz l gotta get my mask and shells--to put in this 12 guage sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off, got a nigga caught doe. For the Bone and leatherface seemin' to thug in da cut--to let da mo' how many pullin aint nothin'--bitch if ya stick em' we buckin' em guns dats fucked up. Now lemme get down wit da crime, gotta go purchase a dime put in a state to get down for da crime smokin da reefa to ease my mind, swig some wine. Step on da block when da rocks what will l be servin' them dummies see gotta buck em' on down if he come back talkin like gimme back my money. Thuggin wit me killaz, need us a leader or lick up when niggas aint got shit with a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol now who ready to get bent. Nigga like me feenin' for them green leaves, but l aint had no dough gotta make some money so, l'm makin my dummy rocks if l go broke. [Chorus 2X] [Verse Two: Layzie Bone] Lil' Lay hey comin in a form of scripture,finna get ya and hit magic droppin' down lick but l call on my gadgets, with a automatic status we spray time to load da glocks but l'm thinkin not, there's another he forced tellin me do what l gotta do so l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm alwayz waitin for da boys in blue.--Biggie boots on my ass now go'n right the cellular phone and call Bone what's happenin' grab a ten of real niggas start packin', cuz a muthafucka try to get me in a jackin' and l did em'. Hit em' right between the eyes da spot was wise wanna test a nigga's size and it cost em' nigga fuck around wit da wrong shit ya'll get mo' murdered all day, all day. We done paved da way and l'm on da run l'ma call my boys and bring all da guns ya'll niggas wanna have a lil' fun wit number one, one, in a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum........ [Chorus to fade] more free lyrics |
13. _ I Got a Story to Tell
Who y'all talkin to man? Uhh Check it out, check it out This here goes out to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches in other niggaz cribs thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at? Petiteness but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuck witchu The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-oh with the five in front, probably a connivin stunt Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz My 112, CD blast, I was past She came twice I came last, roll the grass She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home Yep, tote chrome for situations like this I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him Before this fist put a spark to him Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him Lose a major part to him, arm, leg She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh Before my eyes could blink She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!" He go back downstairs more time to think Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient She don't know I'm, cool as a fan Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash, a hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!" Nigga pullin mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh... Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me. Remember that bitch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit, I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five niggaz, I don't know. Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy, whatever whatever. I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some, must have been rained out or something *laughing* because he's in the spot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook Daddy - but I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the nigga comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettin mad nervous, I said fuck that man! I'm the nigga, you know how we do it nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face, gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like the nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh fuckit this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cuz! Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that! Hahaha. You wouldn't know that shit. Really though.) I threw all that motherfuckin money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye? [conversation fades out] more free lyrics |
14. _ Niggas Bleed
[Verse One:] Today's agenda Got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest If no money exchanges I got these kids in ranges Believe them niggas brainless All they tote is stainless You just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go thru If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo killins clean Slugs up in between They eyes, like True Lies Kill em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, yo life is on the shelf We mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank Lets get this money baby They shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies And burn em with 30 380's Then they come to kill our babies That all out I got gats that blow the wall out Clear the mall out Fuck the fallout Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy The seven digits push me Fuckin real Here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece Enough to cock a six by the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps Brick a piece Capiche? Everybody gettin cream No one considered the leech Think about it now, thats damn near 1 point 5 I kill em all I'll be set for life Frank pay attention These muthafuckas is henchmen Renegades, if you die they still get paid Extra probably, fuck the robbery I'm the boss Promise you won't rob em, I promise But of course you know I had my fingers crossed [Chorus:] Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein shook We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin beef cook Niggas bleed just like us Picture a nigga hidin My life in that man hands, while he jus decidin Niggas bleed just like us I'd rather go toe to toe with alla y'all Runnin ain't in my protocol [Verse Two:] Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tuscon, push the black Yukon Usually has the slow grooves on Mostly rock the Isley Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely Sharper with game, him and his crooks, caught a ?jooks? Heard it was sweet, bout 350 a piece Ron bought a truck, 2 bricks layed in the cut His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up Thats the raw vantage, came back, speakin spanish Lavish habits, two rings, 20 carats Heres a criminal Nigga made America's Most Killed his baby's mother's brother, slit his throat The nigga got bagged with the toast, weeded Took it to trial, beat it Now he feel he undefeated He mean it Nothing To Lose, tattooed around his gun wounds Everything, the game, embedded in his brain And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain't lyin Y'all know the signs [Chorus] [Verse Three:] We agreed to go shoot till we silly Because niggas could be hidin in showers with Mac Billy's So I freaked em The telly manager was Puerto Rican Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her Peeps in 91, stole a gun from her workers And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us We blaze they place, long story Glo seent my face, got shook Thought a nigga was comin for the safe Now she breakin, shut up, 112, whats shakin A jamaican, some bitches I swear They look gay In a black Range Rover Been outside all day If its trouble let me know, I'll be on my way Please I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed Nightmare, this bitch don't leave Ron, get the gasoline This spot, we bout to blow Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats know Its room 112 Right by the staircase, perfect place When they evacuate, they meet they fate Ron pass the gasoline The nigga pass me kerosene Fuck it, its flammable My hunger is unexplainable Strike the match, just what I expected The dred kid ejected in seconds And here come two Opposite sexes One black, one Malaysian We in the hallway waitin patient As soon as she hit the door we start blastin I saw her brains hit the floor Raw laughin I swear to God I hit MaxiPriest at least 12 times in the chest Spint around, shot the chick in the breast She cryin, headshots put her to rest Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franco faces The spots hot, sprinklers, alarm systems Thats when other guests start to slip in Its time for us to get to dippin I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up Flippin, pistol grippin I know they clippin The hallway, got real loud and crowded They walked right past us I dont know how they allowed it The funny thing about it Through all the excitement They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant Stupid motherfuckers more free lyrics |
15. _ Last Day
[Intro/Chorus: The Lox] Can I live til my last day Hittin honies that be na-sty Gettin money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me [The Lox] Yo what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats When we came here we cut off all kind circulation Breathin, eatin, the whole situation When we do our shit we do our shit for real While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit Rock top shit you know how The Lox get Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years Gang not, but we been had our black tears Niggaz under the stairs only understand what we got Underground, all above must get shot You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners to all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin y'all You already know what it's about when I run up in your house Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a french kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street they ain't heard from him since You know about life after kicked the kid in Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron Lox and Poppa, turning niggaz into Jim Hoffa Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds Ain't nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head And I solemnly swear That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year [Chorus: repeat 2X] [The Lox] Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down The flow like water get deepe and you drown with no soul, many niggaz roll with no dough Even the small Dunn got a little black hole Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out Niggaz is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this? A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain? Live with it got money you better get with it My man had the thug in him did his bid with it Get married to the game but never have a kid with it Advice from the wise, slice the pies Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide Teams provide, war for the street to absorb Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore [Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh, uhh Who the fuck wanna squeeze? My Desert Ease make MC's freeze You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and realizin, a fist fight would be asinine You just pop wines I must pop nines Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up We can hook up, all I see is the future Disrespect, I shoot ya By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep I be the mob fiance, about to marry it Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom I'magine what they stash is like, make you a classic like my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung For them homos, still doin promos Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo' Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo' [Chorus: repeat til fade] more free lyrics |
16. _ Somebody's Gotta Die
[Verse One:] I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm interrupted by a doorbell 3:52, who the hell Is this? I gets up quick Cocks my shit Stop the dogs from barkin Then proceed to walkin 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 won't be minimal Cuz I'm a criminal Way before the rap shit Bust the gat shit Puff won't even know what happened, If it's done smoothly Silencers on the Uzi Stash in the hooptie My alibi, any cutie With a booty that don't fuck the Pop Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock [Chorus: repeat 2X] Somebody's gotta die If I got, you gotta go Somebody's gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody's gotta die Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid [Verse Two:] Fillin clips he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin Some kid named Jason In a highway station, raggin Was braggin About how much loot and crack he stackin Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique Small crew 'Round the time I was locked up with you True indeed But yo nigga let me proceed Don't fill them clips too high Give them bullets room to breathe Damn where was I? Yeah One night in town Blew the fuck up D-Rock went home And Jay got stuck the fuck up Hit 'em twice Got 'em right for the virgin white Pistol whipped his kids And taped up his wife He said "Yo Rock, 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? Hitch links, Cocks, and Calicoles But fuck that I know where all them niggas rest at In the buildin hustlin And they don't be strapped Supreme in black Is downstairs, the engine runnin Find a bag to put the guns in And c'mon if yo comin [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How its gonna go down Lay these niggas low-down Slow down Fuck all that plannin shit Run up in they cribs And make em catch the man n shit See niggas like you do ten year bids Miss the niggas they want And murder innocent kids Not I One niggas in my eye That's Jason Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips Pass the chocolate Thai Sing ain't lie There's Jason with his back to me Talkin to his faculty I start to get a funny feelins Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin Scream his name out Squeeze six knuckles shorter Nigga turned around holdin his daughter more free lyrics |
17. _ You're Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)
[Puff Daddy] Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil -- for you are with me Your rod and your staff, they comfort me You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies You annoint my head with oil, my cup overflows Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever [Notorious B.I.G.] Niggaz in my faction so black askin questions Strictly gun testin, coke measurin Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like kites Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your pillow sheets Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease MWA, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four, and if they fall draw There's my pilot, he steals my liv, gets my div Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin The kids to Don, everybody buyin -- no lyin So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, with sporated style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody til somebody kills you [chorus] You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) Uhh, uhh Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino Ask Nino, he know Green with envy, the green tempts me to make the richest enemy, and take their cheese Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty live happily, ever after in laughter Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead Three of mine dead, nuttin left to do but tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshed Incidents like this I take trips Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh) Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore Told me meet em in the future later, they'll take me shoppin buy me lavender and fuschia Gators Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters Rich bitch shit, drinkin Cristal til they piss the shit, uhh Thorough bitches, death to any borough bitches Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me Reminesce on dead friends too You're nobody til somebody kills you [chorus 2X] Uhh, uhh You can be the shit, flash the fattest five Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit You ain't worth spit, just a memory Remember he, used to push the champagne Range (I remember that) Silly cat, more sway than the rain Sways with the G'n game, had the country framed before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I can't recall his name, wasn't he that kid that nearly lost half his brain over two grams of cocaine? Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Corainne A puff of shame, dude's the lame, what's his name? Darkskin Jermaine, see what I mean? [chorus 2X (fades)] more free lyrics |
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