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Push Cmon, shorty, stay push, cmon Cmon, cmon, push its almost there One more time, cmon Cmon, push, baby, one more time Harder, harder, push it harder Push, push, cmon One more time, here it goes I see the head! Yeah, cmon! Yeah! Yeah! You did it, baby, yeah! But if you lose, dont ask no questions why The only game you know is do or die Ah-ha-ha Hard to understand what a hell of a man... Hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop and you dont stop Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang The boogie to the boogie that be Now, what you hear is not a test... God damn it, Voletta, what the fuck are you doin? You cant control that God damn boy? What? I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting What the fuck are you doin? You cant control that God— I dont know what the fuck to do with that boy What the fuck do you want me to do? If— if you cant con— fucking control him Ima send him— Ima send him— Bitch, bitch, I— Ima send his motherfuckin ass to a group home God damn it, what? Ill smack the shit outta you, bitch! What the fuck? Yo— You— You are fucking up Ima fuck you up When Im bustin up a party I feel no guilt Gizmos cuttin up for thee Suckers thats down with nei— What, nigga, you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains, you crazy? Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga, yes Nigga, what the fuck, nigga? We gonna get— Nigga, its eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke? Yeah, nigga, but, but, nigga— Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker? We need to get some motherfuckin paper, nigga Yeah, but nigga, its a train, aint nobody robbed no motherfucking train Just listen, man, your mother giving you money, nigga? My moms dont give me shit, nigga Its time to get paid, nigga Is you with me? Motherfucker, is you with me? Yeah, Im with you, nigga, cmon Alright then, nigga, lets make it happen then All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! Get on the motherfucking floor! Give me all your motherfucking money I want the fuckin jewelry, give me every-fuckin-thing Nigga Id shut the fuck up or Ima blow your motherfuckin brains out! Nigga, give me your jewelry, empty your pockets Get up off that shit What the fuck you holding on to that shit for, bitch? I get money, money I got Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot Open C-74, Smalls Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door So how does it feel leaving us? Cmon man, what kind of fucking question is that man? Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog Yeah, yeah, youll be back You niggers always are Go ahead man, what the fuck is you hollering about? You wont see me up in this motherfucker no more Well see I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahaha

Mafioso, mafioso Mafioso, what? Uh Mafioso, uh Mafioso, uh, mafioso, what? Uh How you figure that your team can affect my cream? Gold and Platinum plaques since I stepped on the scene Nah mean? Peep the scene, jacuzzi full of women She hitting me and him and him, much love like Wimbledon While niggas screaming killa, Im overseas in my villa With my masseuse, nothing illa Frank switched the plan, cop the Lexus Land C-Gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better Lil Cease push threes with five 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 don, watch the M.A.F.I.A. shine Girls, get your own cant touch a dime of mine And if you dont stop, then we wont stop Continuously to get money You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over , uh, uh Big Momma, kis in Tijuana Some call me Donna Karan or Armani Gats by the poonani For brown-nose pussy crushers Cap peeling lovers, ignorant motherfuckers Drive a Benz, no Miata This honeys got a sweet piñata, six-shotta, damn Lil Kim the Black Erika Caine and Who remains in Chanel frames and Animals of all kinds Russian Fendi sables With matching pool tables Read the label, M.A.F.I.A Admiring my shoes by Gucci I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie Counting lucci , nigga I got banks to rob Convertible Saabs, Im married to the mob And if you dont stop, then we wont stop Continuously to get money You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over , uh, uh Frank White the desperado Used to rock the all-black Movado The all-black El Dorado All that and a bottle of Dom P Niggas cant harm me, I keep the army Is Brooklyn in the house? Without a doubt Im the rapper with clout everybody yap about Check it out, guns, I bust em Problems with my wife, dont discuss em Coupes and Lear jets, I lust them Fingerprints, I dust them , recent address Stuck you for your stash in your pissy mattress Your moms an actress, didnt wanna show me the safe Its okay, she was old anyway I display , Hot97 rhyme-ready Cock MAC-11, line steady Like Tevin Campbell, Im ready To do what I do continuously to get money You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over You can be as good as the best of them But as bad as the worst, so dont test me You better move over , what? Uh 96 catalog Cease-A-Leo De Janeiro Big Momma, Queen Bee Notorious well-known, Frank White

One time, one time, nigga, one time! Runnin from the police No matter what I do, they got a nigga Still runnin from the police I aint got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble Licking shots to they block, leavin bloody blood puddles For some ridahs delight, now we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight Its on me, but if I die, bury me a motherfucking G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker, got me runnin from the police Nigga, you know thats true Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin with a crew Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re The O.J. and its all okay To that fuckin fake cop, got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it dont spill Nigga chill, shit is real, cock back my steel Still runnin from the police, I gets no sleep I got you peepin in my window, while Im smokin indo But I aint no motherfucking track star, pigs got a jeep Like Big Malcolm, runnin through motherfuckers backyards So I grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin, these bitches is runnin from me Lick shots hit spots off on my piece Cause a nigga like Big Malcolm is through runnin from the police Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk police They try to cock me, but them cant gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck Look around, look around, punk police Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to Ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane On them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus Check it, I grew up, a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White And we got the workers choppin rock, fiends by the flock And we gettin it, the dirty cop is jealous so they sweatin it Im lettin off smoke, hope they dont play me for no joke And provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel Lets serve these motherfuckers, slugs as a fuckin meal We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga, Im too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them cant gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me They got me runnin from the five-o Duckin and dodgin and my survival Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho Im movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex Cause in my mind all I wonder is whos next Nigga, my homie 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 upbringin I spit that thug 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, biatch Theyll never catch me Cause Im loced and trigger happy on the, sniatch Dont say you never heard of me, til they murder me Im a legend Do thug niggas go to heaven? Im rollin with the Thoro Headz We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-o Im runnin from the police Now its war, me trying to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them cant gun store What about they come to hold up me north Pulled up the park, I left school and lets buck Look around, look around, punk po-lice Run as fast as you can, but you cant catch me Look around, look around, punk police Me have to blast back, cause they blast at me

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

Well its the Funk Docta Spock.. Meth-Tical.. Biggie.. Biggie.. Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldnt have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be Or where youre from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring em out Its hard to yell when the barrels in your mouth Its more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented But they wasnt, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesnt Ran up in your shell about a dozen, you never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate You bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo hands high Yo.. yo yo I dont brown nose out of town hoes Im up around fo with the crowbar to the five point oh I get bagged, Im John Doe, suspect You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear Im out there, I bought it with George Jetson here Your time is near, so get your body dropped off I stopped trusting niggas since Gotti got caught Its Bricks, keep your wrist covered, Im piss colored By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a grenade palm Im concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom Yo Biggie She havin my bay-bayy If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high This rule is so underrated Actin as if it cant happen, youre frontin Aint no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon This rule is so underrated Actin as if it cant happen, youre frontin Aint no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed, Im due South with keys Yall pick seeds out yall weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, its my block with my rocks Fuck that hip-hop, them one-twos, and you dont stops Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion Bitches get naked off Get Money, Players Anthem Dont forget, One More Chance and my other hits, other shit Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally In and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizzah, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash guerilla, slash illest turned iller Now now Dont approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket I take these adolescents back to Spofford Mentally, my energy, is like a figure eight, on its side, thats infinity Too many sick niggas, nickel nines bring the remedy When you play the field, whats the penalty? Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid Until they got love for my music Star Wars, Im Han Solo, with three egos And three charges, I got to See-three-P.O.s This is whoop-yo-ass-day, the sequel High bar flow-er with no equal Niggas swingin swords in the WAR, thats my people Sho nuff, before I roll up, this is a hold up Hands high, reach for the sky I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye New York Shitty, put they weight on it And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious, Jeee-zus, Unbelievable rhyme that reaches And touch individual, small frame buck and change MC, Whats-Your-Name, tuck your chain All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin Kick me when Im down, but Im up again, scorchin Hot — forcin my way up in the door To kill the bullshit like a matador Keep your hands high

Yeah, yeah, ah Now Im just wonderin, ah, why you think, uh That you can get to me, uh, with anything? Nah Seems like youd know by now when and how I get down, nah And with all that Ive been through, ah, Im still around Dont you ever make no mistake Baby, I got what it takes And theres no way, youll never get me And why cant you see that youll never, ever hurt me? Cause I wont let it be, see, Im too much for you, baby You cant believe it, ah You cant conceive it And you cant touch me, ah Cause Im untouchable And I know you hate it, ah And you cant take it Youll never break me, ah Cause Im unbreakable Doo-doo-dah Oh, dah, ah, a-da, well, ah, ah Now you cant stop me, nah, even though you think, ah That if you block me, ah, youve done your thing, ah And when you bury me underneath all your pain Im steady laughin, hah, while surfacing Dont you ever make no mistake Baby, Ive got what it takes And theres no way, youll never get me And why cant you see that youll never ever hurt me? Cause I wont let it be, see, Im too much for you baby You cant believe it, ah You cant conceive it And you cant touch me, ah Cause Im untouchable And I know you hate it, ah And you cant take it Youll never break me , ah Cause Im unbreakable You cant believe it Ah, you cant conceive it And you cant touch me Ah, cause Im untouchable And I know you hate it , ah And you cant take it Youll never break me You cant stand it, because Im unbreakable You can try to stop me, uh But it wont do a thing No matter what you do Im still gonna be here Through all your lies and silly games Ima still remain the same Im un——breakable A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women Bringing in 10 G minimums to condos with elevators in em Vehicles with televisions in em Watch they 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 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 telly you in Crack baggin, sick of braggin how my mink be draggin 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 messin with the devil, what? You cant believe it, ah You cant conceive it And you cant touch me, ah Cause Im untouchable And I know you hate it, ah And you cant take it Youll never break me , nah Cause Im unbreakable You cant believe it, ah You cant conceive it And you cant touch me, ah Cause Im untouchable And I know you hate it And you cant take it Youll never break me Cause Im unbreakable You cant believe it, ah You cant conceive it And you cant touch me , ah Cause Im untouchable And I know you hate it And you cant take it Youll never break me You cant touch me, you cant break me You cant stand it, because Im unbreakable Ooh! Go on

Motherfucka was amped The nigga was motherfuckin hyped up The nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga And it was on from there The motherfucker there wasnt nuttin stoppin him Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything Them niggas was packin burners Them niggas was ready to fight Whatever we had to do holmes Niggas was on the real flipmo holmes It was just comin out like a motherfucker The nigga amped be like come on COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!! Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Release the brainstorm To make your motherfuckin brain warm A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical Biggie the bastard, Sadats kind of spiritual Well In God We Trust, guns I bust Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin And that uh, do you know where youre goin to? Do you like the things that I bring? 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 HAH, 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 emcees the runs drippin; When I throw my clip in the A.K., 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 droppin shit like a pigeon I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fuckin shit spill And Im talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it Cause I got mo shots to pop-ya Big Poppa, breakin you off somethin proper Signin off is the hardcore rap singer A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on 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 dreaming 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 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 blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby 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 Im doing rhymes Cause Im knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits Ill make you prove that its bulletproof Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick The funk, baby The funk, baby Come on, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!! Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on You know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoke funk, smacked 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 the Nina, fuck a misdeameanor Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt, Im sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators You want to see the inside? Ha, Ill see you later Oh, thats 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 crews your crew, they might be next Look at they man eye, big man, they never try We roll wit em, stole wit em I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, butter crunch I had enough heart for most of em Long as I got stuff from most of em 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 ninas From gym class to Inglés pass off a global The only nigga wit a mobile, Cant You See like Total Gettin larger in waist and taste Aint no telling where this felon is headin, just in case Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space Your brain was a terrible thing to waste After realizin, to master enterprisin I aint have ta be in school by ten, I was in Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts On how to burn the block apart Break it down into sections, drugs by the selections Some use pipes, others use injections Syringe sold separately, Frank the Deputy Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missing To protect my position, my corner, my lair While we out here, say the Hustlers Prayer: Take a better stand Put money in my moms hand Get my daughter this college plan, so she dont need no man Stay far from timid, only make moves when your hearts in it And live the phrase Skys the limit ...see you chumps on top Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressing on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Have what you want, be what you want Motherfucker

Heh, heheheh I got, no time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures I got, no time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures I got, no time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures Yeahhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana Stick you for your cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles 96 model, bad clique on the stroll cruise control Nuthin make a woman feel better Than Berettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddars Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos If you say sos, then Im the same chick That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat Gotta hit the spot, if not dont test the poom poom Nanny nanny, punani donny, hey No time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures I got, no time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures 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 Let me grab your ta-tas, do the cha-cha Make you scream Pa-pa, you da best, Da Da Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy Uhh! Say my name baby Before you nut, Ima dribble down your butt cheeks Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little Im drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes Act shady, and feel my .380 {gun cocks} Or the raven, oohwee I see Your girl aint a Freak Like Me, or Adina Huh, cant fade the rhinoceros of rap Lil Kim pussy , how preposterous is that? I got no time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures I got, no time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra Diggin in your stash No money money No licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky And the quickie, gimme your loot Your MAC-11 then shoot Your game aint sweet, John Paul peeps Shouldnt compete, if you cant wet it, forget it Dont sweat it, I bet itd Make ya cum smooth if you let it Huh, you cant stop a bitch from ballin Ha-ha to la-la to drive-bys they be callin, and you aint know While you be kickin that old shit we makin hits Platinum and gold shit I stay draped in diamonds and pearls Beside every man is a Bad Girl I got no time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures I got, no time for fake niggas Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas From East to West coast spread love niggas And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures As we proceed, to give you what you need! We continue on! Uh-uh, uh-uh, cmon! Hahaha

Yeah On one hand, Im happy for her Because she smilin And I think about the times that she smiled for me On the other hand, Im bitter and well Inside Im dyin Cause she loves him and she aint got no time for me And her new boyfriend is so clever Over heard a couple of her friends tellin her he better than me And despite all the spite that builds with each passing night I cant help but think they right Because he never did cheat And there is no excuse I can use And there are no words I could say to make you believe That I did this for us Now Im back on the mission Tryna get whats mine I gotta have her but this nigga heres in my way What he dont know From a 1 to 10 that girls a dime No disrespect but when I met her dawg she was a four I taught her everything she know I remember when We were lovers and friends Friends till the end But now youre back again Cause you see me with him And its wearing you thin Funny how the tables turned Played your cards now watch it burn Karma cuts so deep It starts to burn Now what you really sorry for? I lost track of keeping score Sick of all the back and forth So now I gotta know for sure Yeah Do you love me? Tell me that you love me Thats all I wanted to hear Do you love me? Tell me that you love me How did it all disappear Do you love me? Tell me that you love me Say that you love me Say that you love me Say that you love me baby Baby honestly this is so hard for me Cause youre where I wanna be Yeah Yeah he treats me right But you make love to my mind You be my permanent high Funny how the tables turned Played your cards now watch it burn Karma cuts so deep It starts to burn Now what you really sorry for? I lost track of keeping score Sick of all the back and forth So now I gotta know for sure Yeah Do you love me? Tell me that you love me Thats all I wanted to hear Do you love me? Tell me that you love me How did it all disappear Do you love me? Tell me that you love me Say that you love me Say that you love me Say that you love me I fucked up, I aint gon lie Tryna get a piece of that apple pie Oh I fucked up, I aint gon lie Finally got a piece of that apple pie Hey I hit the road, came back home Note on the table saying she was gone Tears smear the words saying, I cant wait Found somebody else hope its not too late Do you love me? Tell me that you love me Thats all I wanted to hear Do you love me? Tell me that you love me How did it all disappear Do you love me? Tell me that you love me Say that you love me Say that you love me Say that you love me

1970 somethin, 1970 somethin 1970 somethin, 1970 somethin 1970 somethin, 1970 somethin 1970 somthin 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 Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st 2:19 is when my mama water burst No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical chords wrapped 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. I remember back in time Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin somewhere Let me take you back in time Before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes I knew that I was goin somewhere yeah Would Pac be alive, if you let Pac drive? Swear to God, to reverse it, Ill give my Left Eye With the right Ill visualize the king of Bed-Stuy Checkin his daughter, Tyanna into junior high If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive In 2006, it might sound like this NY, 7-1-8s, 2-1-2s With Sues rendezvous, its like Moulin Rouge High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez Puerto Ricans with fat asses Blazed dutch masters, we dump ashes On models in S classes for you bastards Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin You hype, that Belly shitll get you capped and wrapped in plastic Tell the captain to ask Rog Whats Happenin? I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum I remember back in time Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin somewhere Let me take you back in time Now Im thirteen, smokin blunts makin cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Riskin ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin the coach scream aint my lifetime dream I mean, I wanna 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 wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary C-74, Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind a great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail I remember back in time Before all the homies died Before all the dollars and nines I knew that I was goin somewhere Let me take you back in time Before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes I knew that I was goin somewhere yeah Said I knew I And I knew that I was going somewhere yeah Ooooh, oooooh 1970 somethin

Good evening, and for my last hit Id like to take you back to the classic A-hem, B.I.G. style of course, uhh Playa Turn your head round Lay on the ground, youve been robbed Wake up Open the door Lay on the floor, youve been robbed, uhh You know, we need this money And you, yes baby, you, should just roll with me Lets go off, together On this robbin spree, well make money, uhh Playa Turn your head round Take off that crown, youve been robbed Wake up Open the door Dont cry no more, youve been robbed You see, there are two kinds of people in the world today We have the playas, and we have the playa haters Please dont hate me because Im beautiful baby Hear what they talk about me But my crew so deep You cant do a damn thing, to me Playa Open the door Lay on the floor, youve been robbed Wake up Take off your jewels You fuckin fools, youve been robbed, uhh This is a robbery, nigga Playa playa Playa playa Playa playa Playa playa Playa hater Playa hater Playa hater Uhh, thank you, thank you very much Applause Playa hater Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kind Thank you, thank you very much Good night everybody, good night! Playa hater I love all of you, thank you thank you Thank you, thank you very much, good night! Playa hater, playa hater, oww!

I aint even mad, no, not like befo Off with your head, now slither out the door Snakes in the grass, its time to cut the lawn Ed Scissorhands, AKA I cut you off You aint gonna lie to my face no mo Hit me with Im sorry, but Im sorry, Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, Get me Ed Shapiro on the phone Case closed You shoulda known that its bigger than you Youll never know what I already knew After everything I already been through I cant waste no time, pay no tention to you I said no No, no, no A no-no No, no Thats a no-no No, no I said no-no No, no You came so close, you just dont know Irregardless of what transpired It aint even worthy of a slick reply Even if I was the last woman alive I would be like Ginger, you aint Gilligan I really dont care, Im in love with the island Rockin Dior cause it goes with my diamonds Got a pink gown Custom by Alaia Ill be on stage when the stadium light up You shoulda known that its bigger than you Youll never know what I already knew After everything I already been through I cant waste no time, pay no tention to you I said no No, no, no A no-no No, no Thats a no-no No, no I said no-no No, no I said no A no-no No, no Thats a no-no No, no, I said no-no No, no No Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week I said no A no-no I said no-no Thats a no-no No, no I said no-no Parlez-vous français? I said non Lemme translate it, I said no I can say it en español No Portuguese for you não Japanese for you I said no I think, I think that was it Yep

I know how it feels to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youre the user Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser But they dont know about the stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay Thats why you drink Tanqueray So you can reminisce and wish You wasnt living so devilish s-shit I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping over SIXTY-TWOs Cause G-E-D wasnt B-I-G, I had to get P-A-I-D Thats why my mom hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out Nicks went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves Four chumps trying to stop my flow And what they dont know will show on the autopsy Went to see papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasnt trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause Im doing court for an assault That I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man You better have your gat in hand Cause man A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M Still struggling, Survival got me buggin Life as a shorty shouldnt be so rough Still strugglin Lay out your maintain I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, Lo goose Only way I begin to G off was drug loot And lets start it like this son, rolling with this one And that one, pulling out Gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smoking woolies at 16 And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPVs, every week we made forty Gs Yo brothers respect mine, or anger the TEC-9

Playa , turn your head round Lay on the ground, youve been robbed See everybody aint balling Most is falling Even more is crawling When they look up all they see is the position that you all in So dont be so up that it blind you Or so far ahead you dont see people are behind you, playa Playa, playa, playa, playa Playa, playa, playa, playa Uhh, playa, playa First you tell the jeweler to Audemar Piguet ya Then you tellin waitresses to Rose her Bumping VIP and you meet your first Draya In the strip club, ones in the air-ya Nothin but attention that they wanna pay ya Dancers tryna welcome to L.A. ya Shake it like a Polaroid picture, Hey Ya! Let em know you balling, you that nigga playa And you run the city you the new mayor Tonight is full of hoes and the flyest playas Cant forget the jackers and the playa haters And shady hoes cant wait to be-tray ya Its hard to tell which one is here to slay ya It could be that pretty redbone Laiya Texting to them niggas that are tryna lay her The lights is coming on and you drunk as sailor Shawty like where the after-party playa? You grab her by the hand and tell her Ima take ya Shawty rolling with it she is not a faker Now you with your wheel like a roller skater Pulling out the lot you tell your homies Later! Stopping at the light corner of La Brea Niggas ride up on ya like a escalator Wearing all-black Oakland Raider Screaming run your shit fore they AK ya Begging for your life hoping they dont spray ya Shoulda left that balla shit for the Lakers Yeah Playa Its a new day No time to play youve been robbed

Youve got me all in my feelings, oh Girl, I know that youre tired from running through my mind, ayy You stole my heart and I mean it Cause you cant take what you need and not give back to me Should I stay? Should I go? Should I leave? I dont know, goddamn Cause thinking of you Its all I do And honestly, I might go insane Cause when we break up, uh Cant wait to make up Girl, you know Some things will never change Nah-nah, uh, oh Keep goin in circles Uh, nah-nah-nah, oh Goin in circles You cant keep comin and goin, uh In and out of my life Please make up your fuckin mind I give you time and you kill it Its very personal to me That you give it everything, yeah Should I stay? Should I go? Should I leave? I dont know, goddamn Shit, thinking of you Its all I do And honestly, I might go insane Cause when we break up Cant wait to make up Cause girl, you know Some things will never change Should I leave? Should I stay? Should I go? Ball in your court, lay it up, let me know Ive been around for years, back when everything was slow You a superstar now, I always told you you would blow I see you, I wanna please you, I wanna breathe you If you ever lost, I wanna be the one that leads you Pick you up at night, take a drive, shit, Ill feed you Somethin bout me, I can guarantee I could complete you Im a woman thats gon show when they ask you who you ridin with Who get her own around her neck, Im who you shining with Pushing for this love, cause what you are is what you grow Look at God, look at love, look at how it overflow Shit, thinking of you Its all I do And honestly, I might go insane Cause when we break up, uh Cant wait to make up Girl, you know Some things will never change I keep going through circles, circles, all around you I keep going through circles, circles, all around you

To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge 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 To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread want to riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried Thats a real nigga for ya Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Up north, bound first stop for the town Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha-Hah! Yo G, pass the buddha To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge 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 after two or three Becks As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected? A fly guy? Well fuck it, Im the high guy From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing And when Jake come, Im leaving To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge The hotel guest you have called is unavailable You may leave a private recorded message at the tone or press zero and a hotel operator will assist you You may start your message now, press zero to return to the attendant Ayo B.I.G., whats up, man? Its $hort, man Heard you in Miami, boy, give me a call I got some, bitches, man; I got eight bitches I got some chronic, I got the keys to Lukes crib, nigga That nigga aint gonna be here for two weeks Hit me up, dude; hit me up Its $hort, man; its Short Holla at me, aight

Never a flaw A different kind of high Ya know, feel me on this, huh, uh Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance In the lady frame Leavin cum stains, niggas remain in awe When I brought a Derringer, throw it to ya jaw, uh Never a flaw Never before have you seen such magnificence in the black princess, yes Flows phenom, Im the bomb-diggity, ask Biggie Keep a dedicated squad with me, call us the Gabbana girls We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggas lust Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route Feel me out, uh, Im used ta’ Hangin’ with boosters, in the best name brand With the insane clan Man, listen My position is lieutenant Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it, percent it I send it back to ya’ greasy Freak it Arabic style, Sharmoota elhas teeze To please me you got to be well off Bust a shell off, with a tattoo that starts off Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya’? All I wanna do is touch ya’ The ultimate rush, youre drugs, baby Damn ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya’? All I wanna do is touch ya’ The ultimate rush, youre drugs, baby Uh, to my niggas that trick a little To my bitches that suck dick a little While they niggas lick the middle Im the Don, yall High driven Jean-Paul Gaultier wear Yeah, enough glorifyin Lyrically electrifyin Bitches be lyin bout the clothes they be buyin Some stores wont even let you whores in Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass Kim surpass all crews Bitches still drinkin booze I sip Cristal and Landcruise Receive all the “ooohs” and the “ahhhs”, the jewels and the cars Slick nigga, Im stickin you, Baby Pah, uh Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach like the bag The Prada mama Jog five miles a day, then I hit the sauna My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya? All I wanna do is touch ya’ The ultimate rush, youre drugs, baby Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya’? All I wanna do is touch ya’ The ultimate rush, uh, drugs, baby 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? We get caught and get bailed out? Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessy on the rocks is all we got as we sail out Entrepreneurs, Cristal pourers, 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, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya’? All I wanna do is touch ya’ The ultimate rush, youre drugs, baby Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya’? All I wanna do is touch ya’ The ultimate rush, youre drugs, baby

A-yeah! Bad Boy in the house for the 95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith To my man Don Cee Shan in the house Whats up Michelle Ray, whats up boo? Sick of mama screamin that Get a job, nigga Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie Whispered in his ear This is what we got to do, G Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby-mama screamin, Your daughter 12 months Cant live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts Hangin with the niggas dont pay the bills And being broke at 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please! Blew his brains out cause witnesses, we dont leave On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things, ugh! And the saga continues, uh Radio check, back on the phones! I got a caller. Caller, your name? Yo, this is Jam Who? Jam! DJ Jam? DJ Jam! Fuck you doing on the phone? Man, you supposed to be helping me do this Biggie thing... Man, if JC can get up in here and do his, you know what Im saying, lil roll call, lil thing, I know I can get up in here and introduce mine. You know what Im saying? Aight, yo Can I run it down? Yeah, aight Ima just let the record spin and this what I want you to play, right? Aight! You can hit me off with uh, first, with Ready to Die. Yeah Come back with One More Chance. Mhm Then you know you gotta hit that The What with the Mr. Mef, right? Yeah And then, since it is a Everyday Struggle out there, you can hit me with that joint, too Thats right. Now bring your ass back in this room and get back on them turntables Yeah, Bad Boy in the house Blowing up the spot and all that And all this paper, son Keep it real, son PR in the house Nasim Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade Mad games: pool tables and candy A little extra trickin loot be comin in handy Check it, got on some 95 shit, sold the 5, bought the 6 Del Vec, copped the Lex, we was set Nino had work all in the projects Niggas slingin Os he kept the profit No one could stop it, we was livin it up All the sexy young bitches stressin, givin it up Same bitches suckin dick, tryin their best to thrill me Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me Soon as she spoke, on that note, I saw trenchcoats One had a MAC spittin, all I saw was gunsmoke The other had a shotty, I was shootin everybody And I wasnt missin , had to get out this position Niggas still hittin, feeling hot ones in my back Licked six shots, smoked the nigga with the MAC The nigga with the shotty still bustin, cussin Maricóns and putas, all Im tryin to do is shoot ya Two shots in the Ruger, booyah! Blew his ass out Then I passed out On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things And the saga continues Bad Boy in the house, for the 95 piece Real niggas, aight Yo check it Call Lil Cease, tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital Fuck that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about 20 Gs from Nino Tell that motherfucker to get this nigga next door up out of here, that nigga be snoring all night, I cant sleep And call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick, ugh! 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 dealing 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 raw rhyme Raw flows, and thats how it goes On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggas do real things, ugh! Check it out The Notorious B.I.G. be representing BK to the fullest Junior Mafia for life! Give a shoutouts to DJ Jam! Craig Frazier! Homicide! The whole Radio Check crew! Death Row! The West Coast! My nigga Wiz, my nigga JC Money Mal, Big Pump! The whole Junior Mafia clique Representing, Uncle Paulie 9-5 motherfuckers! Get high motherfuckers! Ready to Die motherfuckers! And if you dont know...

Previously on Ready to Die ... me and her sister had something going on I reach my peak, I cant speak Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak Im sick of niggas lying, Im sick of bitches hawkin Matter of fact, Im sick of talking BANG heartbeat slows, sound of ambulance sirens sound of pulse monitor and breathing machine Damn... we was spose to rule the world baby We was unstoppable! The shit cant be over, no The shit cant 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 aint over flatline Live your life

M-M-M-M-Maybach Music Girl I think youre special Strictly presidential , yeah You know the crib on the water now The Maybach stay watered down Project niggas givin orders now The gold Presidential just to sport around Im from the era of fitted caps and rental cars Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads Walkin on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceilin Happy Hanukkah nigga, its a wonderful feelin Got my seats on the wood, playas givin me dap Lyor like how I move, Warner right in my lap I made a few mils, aint mentionin Meek Went and bought a new crib, week of Wale release Bitches, the king comin, Billie Jean thumpin I need to hear the trumpets, meanin machine gunnin I aint missin nothin, got her sippin somethin I could ship her somethin, you know that December comin Girls and green is all you need When youre a star baby, a star babe We all dream of royalty But thats who we are, baby All I ever need is girls and green Ugh, may see me leanin in some new shit Now its gold Presidentials for the crew shit Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship Im a boss have you ass on a news clip She a dime but she gotta be a cool bitch Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch Needed some cash so she asked me could she move shit Not a chance, whips got her talkin foolish I was skippin them classes, but I got me a master I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest Fishscale made me major profit margins Im a prophet stuffin my pockets, you niggas starvin Lord forgive me for my sins, Im with this pretty bitch 80 grand, rubber band for some silly shit She on that Alexander Wang Gold Presidential VS when I change the game Girls and green is all you need When youre a star baby, a star babe We all dream of royalty But thats who we are, baby All I ever need is girls and green Ugh, she wanna roll with a winner now So I let her roll with the windows down My niggas up the road come and get it now 60-40 no we split it up the middle now Shawtys said the word, I was talkin that talk Maybe link up New York, thats awesome as fuck I never been in love until I heard a beat She never met a G until she heard of me 3rd floor projects, feel my point of view Everything is number 2, thats when it come to you Isabel Marant sneakers til the summer through Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do Ugh! Baby girl got that wet wet I repeat: wet wet Im the boss and Im on that white tee, gold Rolex Girls and green is all you need When youre a star baby, a star babe We all dream of royalty But thats who we are, baby All I ever need is girls and green Her shoe game remarkable I feel solely responsible I feel solely responsible I feel solely responsible, oh oh

Huh? Cease-a-Lee Doggystyle.. YEAH! B.I.G Uhh.. to all the ladies in the house! Where they at? Uhh, uhh, check it out Cmon Big Another day in the ghetto One look outside Im already upset yo It look about a hundred-and-two Its a Saturday and Biggie aint got nothing to do Uhh, Im interrupted by a phone ring {brrrrring} Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfucking thing Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie? Yo, who dis? Taisha Yo call back, Im busy Why dont ya hit me on the box a little later Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator Steps out its the same old scene Dope fiend, crack fiend, eyewitness news team I seen a honey with a butt looking butter soft I know she looks much better with them clothes up off Sitting all thick, with the ruby red lipstick {SMACK} Thats the one I gotta get with Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T She said If I get with you I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew, whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a living,my name aint November This aint Thanksgiving, you aint Michael Bivins Mack it up, flip it, rub it down Do me baby, I aint down My name aint 2Pac I dont Get Around You hitting this nigga, how that sound? Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with Somebody ya done slept with, hold up Thats my Neneh Cherry shit, I got something slicker Let me just sip up on this liquor All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on This Biggie Smalls phonics, 102 How to squeeze 22s in them Reebok shoes, HUH? Can I get witcha Can I get witcha Can I get witcha.. Cause I got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha Can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T I said walk me upstairs, cause I forgot my Phillies She said I dont care, so dont be acting silly I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore raps And it wouldnt take a second before I had her on her back Pulling back the bra straps, threw on my Silk CD Cause, I wanna get freaky with you Lose control on the skins is all I can picture, now Im about to hit you Can I get witcha Can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T To all my hoes, respect due Tamika sorry I left you Michelle Im glad I met you You make the head feel special Now I know its official That I can touch and tease you Pull up my pants and diss you And hit the door you came through Its Cease-a-Lee, a.k.a. Mista Nasty Germany style, these hoes they blast me One of the chickenhead with sex appeal pass me Thats her hands, ankles, feet they ashy I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes With long hair, and they ass be right I get up on that ass, see what that be like I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Why you wanna get with me? Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Visions, dreams of passion And all the while I think of you Basketball is my favorite sport I like the way they dribble up and down the court Just like Im the king on the microphone So is Dr. J and Moses Malone The Fat Boys Its tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme thats right on time Its tricky, its tricky Tricky, tricky, tricky No sleep til Brooklyn Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A They all me Adam Yauch, but Im M.C.A Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Im going back to Cali To Cali, to Cali I dont think so Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin like they ought ta good There lived a lil boy who was misled By anotha lil boy and this is what he said Ahh, me so horny Me love you long time Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so whats the scenario Sawed off shotgun Hand on the pump, left hand on a forty Suckas get jumped La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom And a poom-poom Just shake your rump Dont know how you do the voodoo that you do So well its a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop With so much drama in the L-B-C Its kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G But I - somehow, some way Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Ya, ya, ya ya ya Woo-hah, got you all in check Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, cant you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess thats why they broke, and youre so paid Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Thats the anthem, get your damn hands up If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo with the gold Ds Oh, why do I live this way Hey, must be the money I dont know what you heard about But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherwhat P-I-M-P They see me rolling They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Black and yellow, black and yellow Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Dont believe me, just watch Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up This is freaking awesome Look, Jimmy If you had, one shot Or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You cant stop it, block it, when I drop it Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic You aint even fit to step in Shaqs arena I look inside your mind and I see your shook demeanor In your eyes, why are you surprised? No matter how you try, Im fly as Elliuqahs The new edition, this is the end of your last night In the day time, you couldnt see me with a flashlight I crash flights on sights of my enemy Im coming through, and then I bomb your whole vicinity Why they acting faking 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, head clean to the cranium You know the name, Shaq aim to maintain Money on the brain, cant stop the reign You cant stop the reign When it starts to fall Theres no one else to blame You cant lock that door Uhh, I speak deep with killers about million-dollar figures Blessing in Ac Legends and Vigors Cream lizards, cream Coogis, I do my duty As long as they fly as me, and high as me Success in my circle, try to break it, Ill hurt you Aint no gettin out that, I doubt that We want the exotic, erotic ladies Not them toxic ladies that burn a lot I learned a lot, from junkies to ruffians From being tied up by Colombians Cause eighty grams was missing Listen, had to change my position From wanting to be large to head in charge My garage, call it Cee-Lo, four, fives and sixes Honies by the mixes, if it aint broke dont fix it Smoke out with Leo, Biggie Tarantino Size like a sumo, Frank White, numero uno You cant stop the reign When it starts to fall Theres no one else to blame You cant lock that door Seven-O, ha, towering inferno Invincible smooth individual Who wanna test it, foreign or domestic No matter where youre from, Im not the one you wanna mess with Origin-al willie style, living lavish Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris Im not the average, Im far from the norm Its Daddy Long, hitting em strong, keeping you warm A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women Bringing in ten Gs minimum to condos with elevators in em Vehicles with televisions in em Watch they 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 players stand there and say I sound like them? Hello Push wigs back and push 6 coupes thats yellow Bust clips that expand from hand to elbow Spray up your Days Inn, any telly youre in Crack bagging, sick of bragging 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 messing with the Devil What You cant stop the reign When it starts to fall Theres no one else to blame You cant lock that door You cant stop the reign When it starts to fall Theres no one else to blame You cant lock that door You cant stop the reign When it starts to fall Theres no one else to blame You cant lock that door

Shadyville Entertainment Bad Boy collaboration I love niggas, I love niggas Because niggas are me And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes I love to see niggas shoot the shit But theres one thing about niggas I do not love To all my Brooklyn To all my Uptown To all my Bronx To all my Queensbridge Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rip it quick And kicks it quick - you know how black niggas get With them hoods, fatigues; with the boots with trees Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy Gs Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and Im bagging you, huh Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make them wet in their 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 motherfucking back out Thats a real nigga We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Dont try to act like you dont feel us nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo sho! Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetery, 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., because fuck what she say She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale Where the hand skills are real ill Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha-ha, yo chief, pass the buddha When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand 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 with 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 with, nor see Poppa 50 Cent, Ill break yo punk ass off proper Theres no place like home, New York! New York! I run this city, and I dont dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till theyre smacked silly Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they dont want drama really Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli In the hood they feel me {Gun cock} ha! Im on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit {Gunshot} Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit - bitch!

Woah, ah Yeah, ah Woah, ah Yeah, ah Oh, I think I found the one Yeah, my baby girl gon give me a son I found the girl that can do both She balling with the crew And she just like me cause all she wanna do Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money All she wanna do is fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money All she wanna do is Im stupid, she funny She keep the tooly, I get the money She watch the trap for me And any time of the day, she gon have fun Then get right back on her cake cause she ruthless, some Eazy E shit When she hit the strip clubs, she straight ball on your bitch ass She can talk the drawers off your bitch ass And bring em back to me and we gon dog-fuck your bitch fast Im like oh, I think I found the one Yeah, my baby girl gon give me a son I found the girl that can do both She balling with the crew And she just like me cause all she wanna do Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money All she wanna do is fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money All she wanna do is Fuck snitches, hit em in the stomach You know Im stupid, she on that dumb shit She make me cum quick, we fuck like three times a day Suck me unconscious, I give her 300K And then she move it, across the border Im her Weezy F baby, she my Carter She on that cool shit, she know what to do Man, you say its fuck me, no its motherfuck you And she make me say oh, I think I found the one Yeah, my baby girl gon give me a son I found the girl that can do both She balling with the crew And she just like me cause all she wanna do Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money All she wanna do is fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money All she wanna do is See I got this lil jawn, we aint together but we fuck around Told her, Listen, shawty, you aint messin with no suckers now And she bout that life, she see a opp and she run it down And I gotta make her cum every time she come around Pour a cup of brown and we freakin, we freakin Hustle on the week days, freakin on the weekends And she get her own checks, she dont give me no stress She ridin like a road test and she stick with me like a drum and Oh, I think I found the one Yeah, my baby girl gon give me a son I found the girl that can do both She balling with the crew And she just like me cause all she wanna do Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money All she wanna do is fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money All she wanna do is

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop The rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test, I’m rappin to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes Humpty Dumpty fell down that’s his hard time Jack B. Nimble what nimble and he was quick But Jam Master cut faster Jack’s on Jay’s Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me – Mike D We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do me baby Do the Humpty Hump Watch me do the Humpty Hump One, two, three, and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door California Love It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt n Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hanging pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I push my seed in her bush for life It’s gonna work because I’m pushing it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock n... Hi, my name is My name is My name is Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Soulja boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then super man that ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha So live your life You steady chasin’ that paper, gotta-- Take my money, when I’m in need Yeah, she’s a trifling, friend indeed Oh, shes a gold digger, way over town That digs on me Yeah, I’m out that Brooklyn, now I’m down in TriBeCa Right next to DeNiro, but I’ll be hood forever Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York, New York, New York I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop

Yeah, this album is dedicated, to all the teachers who told me Id never amount to nothing For all the people who lived above the buildings That I was hustling from, that called the police on me Its all good, baby baby Cause I went from the negative to the positive And its all Good times like J.J. and them It was G.O.O.D Music like Kanye and them It was Goodfellas like Henry and them But nowadays good girls, aint too many of them So if you a good girl, let me see your hands Let these niggas know, every chance that you can If you got that good good Shorty, please raise your hand You know its all good, you just need a good man If you smokin good-good, nigga pass it to your man Cause when you at your lowest gettin higher is the plan Got somethin in my cup, feel good to be the man And if its good money, tell em to put it in my hand Im talking good dudes, good vibes and some good food Smokin good with a playlist full of good grooves You know the shit you like to hear, like good news A couple Megan Goods came through, made the hood move In slow motion for me She be frontin like Why all this commotion for me? They talk about her shit, like they doing promotion for it But she single, cause they never show devotion for it She aint never act too good for a nigga But she losing faith, she dont see no good in these niggas She like why I get treated bad, but be good to a nigga You do bad, you lose, too bad, good for you nigga, it was Good times like J.J. and them It was G.O.O.D Music like Kanye and them It was Goodfellas like Henry and them But nowadays good girls, aint too many of them So if you a good girl, let me see your hands Let these niggas know, every chance that you can If you got that good good Shorty, please raise your hand You know its all good, you just need a good man If you smokin good-good, nigga pass it to your man Cause when you at your lowest gettin higher is the plan Got somethin in my cup, feel good to be the man And if its good money, tell em to put it in my hand Shootin Cee-lo with my Goodie Mob Yellin that I fall better, life is a gamble I was good luck for the betters Take a risk nigga, you gotta shoot to miss, nigga Time is golden, like that Rollie on your wrist, nigga I hate when they gets figures, then disfigured And when niggas get salty thinkin that shits sugar Thats when good goes bad Thats when niggas who just came home, could go back So lets keep the vibe right, keep the energy good Them boysll sit you down player like a injury would Them my niggas fuck with me, before the industry would Riding til the wheels fall off and the engine no good, it was Good times like J.J. and them It was G.O.O.D Music like Kanye and them It was Goodfellas like Henry and them But nowadays good girls, aint too many of them So if you a good girl, let me see your hands Let these niggas know, every chance that you can If you got that good good Shorty, please raise your hand You know its all good, she just need a good man If you smokin good-good, nigga pass it to your man Cause when you at your lowest gettin higher is the plan Got somethin in my cup, feel good to be the man And if its good money, tell em to put it in my hand

A whole lotta niggas want Big to make a demo tape Specially that, BUM-ASS NIGGA uhh This goin out to you nigga recognize Yo 50, whats this? Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker B.I.G.s on the mic, call the undertaker Make an appointment, schedule a interview Because you know what Big Mans about to do 50 Gran on the Technic at the right peak Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak The microphone - Im rippin, the burner got the clip in Slammin MCs like Scottie Pippen Flippin on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole Puffin on dime bags and I been told My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic A thick stick and my dick Makes me sick when you pick the whick-whack rhyme G You get what you pumpin is Tic-Tac time Z B.I.G. moves swifter than a ninja Even on stickups Im the masked avenger Keep my eyes open and the case closed No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed Just the heavyset one with the big gun And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone Loot like Michael Jackson kicks like Bo Jackson Benz like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew Oooh! No frontin, no fakin moves Fightin or fuckin, resort to the stick and move Smack the fool that disagree, recognize the pedigree Rhyme is mine cause I said its me Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran And, I give you my hand cause you deserve a pound Tryin to blow up the spot, in my part of town Braves, because you get no praise I treat you like a derelict with AIDS Recognize, I dont fuck with the St. Ides B.I.G. down with O.G.B Old Gold Brothers for the others that missed me The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand You want it to be on, theres a Tec in the garbage can I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields Shelley Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on Word is bond Im a don~! I split em and run up in em I fuck em and then I duck em I hit em in the shitter and forget her, and it gets better B.I.G. are the letters Niggas know the pedi... Thats the end!! What you want me to do? DAMN~!

Welcome to the House of Pain Just Blaze, niggas Theres no way out, it seems I cant get free Somebody tell me whats happened to me The country bud got me chokin Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth With the extra clip for that extra shit Dont you know that a killing is thrilling? All the blood spilling is all a part of drug dealing A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug Had a .38 with the hollow point slug So when he licked shots, niggas dropped Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tried to squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes Payin dues, while kids was on their ones and twos, huh Now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin from my shoulder Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain Im livin in the house of pain Is anybody listenin? Tell me, can you can see this darkness surrounding me? Nights gettin colder, heavy on my shoulder And its gettin hard to breathe Visions gettin blurry, Im gettin worried Cause its gettin hard to see When youre livin in the house of pain The motherfuckin dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin motherfuckers out the box, I aint even go! Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame? From doin flicks to bustin tricks out the fuckin frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got em duckin from my smokin Glock And bustin niggas asses to stay alive Skinny ass player watchin bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how Im livin, high, Im a hustler Buckin busters til they die Now its on in the ghetto, you aint heard? Niggas got they AKs headin for the burbs Aimin at them skinhead bitches, let it rain Givin em a wet welcome to the House of Pain Is anybody listenin? Tell me can you can see This darkness surrounding me Now its gettin colder heavy on my shoulder And its gettin hard to breathe Visions gettin blurry, Im gettin worried Cause its gettin hard to see When youre livin in the house of pain Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should Cause these rappersll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods But these Teflons I loaded explodin some mugs Im like Furious in Boyz n the Hood, but at the drive-thru I aint runnin, Im dumpin, crazy like a Piru And locd up, know how Nas do Im callin Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce Then we party hard, party with Nas Since there aint no more - Mardi Gras And Bush wont apologize I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize And .45s for them suckers yall idolize Yall yellin my name, but yall soon dyin Tryin to portray real but they be lyin Cause they want the real niggas to die so they could gain But never that, this aint Everlast, this the House of Pain Is anybody listenin? Tell me can you can see This darkness surrounding me Now its gettin colder heavy on my shoulder And its gettin hard to breathe Visions gettin blurry, Im gettin worried Cause its gettin hard to see When youre livin in the house of pain

Ready nigga? Ready for that raw dog shit nigga? Okay, all right, let me see how Ima hit you wit. You wanna set it off? Ayy, Im scared to do some freestyle Im scared to do some freestyle flow Im too high and I might go off-tempo But now Im back to let these niggas know just how deep My game run, 2Pacalypse dont sleep I keep a motherfucking Glock in my car If Im holding in the club, I gotta be the fucking star So everybody wanna smile, and raise they hands I got a razor, case I gotta do a necks man Cause you know how niggas be, they wanna see If Pac is real or is he like that nigga in the movie I guess I gotta prove my point Slicin motherfuckers, now Im doing the joint I got my nigga B-I to the G beside me Bitches on my dick, you know them hoes wanna ride me And my other homies out here like Spike Lee They got the camera on a nigga guess they like me But now Im bout to pass this motherfucker on Cause this Tanqueray is getting hella strong Money, hoes and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose is all a nigga knows Flippin on foes, puttin tags on toes Watchin the stash grow, clockin the cash flow The neighborhood gravedigger Gettin paid so much all the bitches wanna see a nigga I guessed they figured Im paid I wanna get laid Or since I got loot I wanna knock boots Huh, I rather beat my dick than trick And if she dont suck then we dont fuck Huh, I rather make a buck drive a fat ass truck Grab the nine, two clips and run amok Yes, flex out the 2 or 3 benzs since I wreck shit What the fuck you expected? A fly guy, well fuck it Ima high guy from Bed-Stuy Puttin the swellin on your eye And your nose even, when I choke ya you stop breathin And when police come, Im leavin

On the daily you know what I wear Chanel Platinums all that I hear Say you ball; Im a just share Lock you down girl, Im a do years Pretty girl with the long hair Where you been, what’s over there? Ugly girls stop and they stare Its too bad, life it aint fair Drop it low like you don’t care What you got on, I like ya Nike airs Buy me some I like a nice pair Before 21 I could buy beer Stayed down all of these years I’m not home you calling me there Headed to the top follow me there Met her at her spot she swallowed me there We the new clique tell all to beware Niggas look hard I oughta be scared You niggas look fraud I solemnly swear To never be a lame shit all of me is player All this game and all of these prayers Keeps me away from all you squares Thick, ass like you do stairs Well done but I can do rare Pretty girl with the long hair Pretty girl, long ass hair Big ol ass, I fucked her bare Off a pill like nigga who cares? All my diamonds clear and rare She coming, fucking, sucking, running Loving the whole team All my bitches sexy, ass thick with tongue rings Spending all these stacks, tell her bring that pussy back Have you loving young niggas, tell yo friends where it’s at Bitch I been on the map, bitch you been on my sack Now you getting extra thirsty cuz you heard a nigga rap Boy G4, brand new kicks, all them Prada yea it cost 6 Wore em last week when I fucked yo bitch ‘Sace frames gold rings and shit Roll with the winners, OpM the clique OpM the clique, like a nigga came early Know we in this bitch Take it out put it back in That’s not water baby that’s gin That’s not soda baby that’s hen What we gone eat? You gave me that $10 You looking good in that baby ass Benz Windows down baby ass rims Baby tee, baby hair, baby shorts, baby ass timbs I don’t fuck with shady ass friends Your nigga fake, maybe ask him Met up, she gave me that trim See me out, like “Baby that’s him” My favorite drink is Grey Goose Pear Give it to me in this chair Anytime, anywhere pretty girl with the long hair Pretty girl with the long hair & [Who they attracting with that line, what’s yo name, what’s yo sign? Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind] (Honeys and money honeys and money Honeys and money we getting Honeys and Money It’s funny how life changes we living dangerous And every week we go to Vegas how can you blame us Honeys and money honeys and money Honeys and money we getting honeys and money) x2 [Who rock crews and make moves with all the mommys The back of the club sipping moet is where ya find me The back of the club macking hoes my crews behind me] [Mad question asking, blunt passing, music lasting But I just can’t quit Mad question asking, blunt passing, music lasting But I just can’t quit Who they attracting with that line, what’s yo name, what’s yo sign? Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind] (Honeys and money honeys and money Honeys and money we getting honeys and money) [Who rock crews and make moves with all the mommys The back of the club slipping moet is where ya find me The back of the club macking hoes my crews behind me] x

The first guest tonight is a good friend of the show. He ah – ah, screw it I’m the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC’s should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire Cmon man Dont call it a comeback, I been here for years Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear Oh-kay, heres the situation My parents went away on a weeks vacation and They left the keys to the brand new Porsche Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not De La Soul is from the soul And in fact I can’t deny When it comes to being De La It’s just me, myself and... Supersonic! Always rappin, always clappin, everybody always say Im happy If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see Im always rockin, never stoppin, devastatin rappin lady When Im on the microphone its ? Ilama llama llama llama llama Llama llama llama llama llama, see me Llama llama llama llama llama Yeah, yeah That’s it That was it, that’s it That’s it Oh my God, Becky Look at her butt I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can’t deny When the girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face you get... This here’s a jam for all the fellas Tryin to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause you’re overzealous Play hard to get, females get jealous If you want it Then youve got it If you want it Baby, youve got it Just bust a move I came to get down! Then get out your seat and jump around Jump around Jump around Jump around Jump up, jump up, and get down Drunk as hell, but no throwing up Half way home and my pagers just blowing up I didnt have to even use my AK JT: Woah, I’m sorry, wait, um Did you just say you didn’t have to use your AK? JF: I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t have to use it, did I? Not today JT: You don’t uh, you don’t have an AK, do ya, Jimmy? JF: Nah, no I don’t Gotta say it was a good day Power in the money, money in the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Been spending most our lives Living in a gangsta’s paradise Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage I’m a hustla, baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where I’m ’bout to go I’m sorry Ms Jackson, ooh! I am for real Never meant to make your daughter to cry I apologized a trillion times When the pimp’s in the crib, ma Drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it’s hot, park it like it’s hot, park it like it’s hot Harder, better, faster, stronger Now that that don’t don’t kill me Can only make me stronger I need to hurry up now Cause I can’t wait much longer Can’t you hear that Boom, badoom-boom Boom, badoom, boom Baby got that super bass Boom, badoom-boom Boom, badoom, boom Baby, you got that super bass (Bass, bass, bass, bass Bass, bass, bass, move it out now) I live and die for hip-hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to hip-hop So hip-hop hooray, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hip-hop hooray, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho I’m the king of rock

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas My Fulton Street niggas Dangerous MCs Uhh uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green 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 TaaDow! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin IV to pump-in, youre feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches, above project fences Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw Yes, I rocked your chatterbox Dangerous youre not I gets down Twist your body {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 Uh-huh, make money hand over fist The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts dont exist Settin up shop, its hands on in the hustle Fakes dont kill nuttin but time and dont tussle The process of elimination, fresh rotation Come and go and they death be starvation In the heat of battle its no rest for the weary Snooze and you lose is the theory The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief Be afraid, you dont want beef with us chief Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand Everything you can imagine is real man And revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes You know the streets and its real as shit, cmon Niggas grab your dicks, cmon Bitches rub your tits, cmon 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 Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw Break fool on these bitches while Im breakin the law You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em With that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit We dips to this, make chips to this And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh I bet you didnt know that yo bitch was suckin dick Who you think she fuckin with? Look here My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW ...How you like me now? You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle 100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the corner All up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin 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 So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you If I worked in a restaurant, Id shit in the food and feed it to you Most of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you Even all of them Haitian niggas wont believe this voodoo Can yo pussy be chaka, dont let me speak in pat-ois And kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka And fuck your crew because all of yall niggas full of ca-ca The way we doin damage tell me how the fuck you manage With my niggas who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage Them niggasll throw you in a manhole And push they hand in yo ass And pull yo head right out yo asshole! Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS 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

This time around I never get bit Though you really wanna fix me This time around youre makin me sick Though you really wanna get me Somebodys out, somebodys out to get me They really wanna fix me, hit me But this time around Im takin no shit Though you really wanna get me, you really wanna get me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they really had control of me This time around Im not gonna get bit Though you really wanna get me But this time around Im takin no shit Though you really wanna fix me Somebodys out, somebodys out to use me They get people to use me and then falsely accuse me This time around dont treat me like spit Though you really cant control me, you really cant control me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me Listen, I got problems of my own Flashing cameras, taps on my phone Even in my home, I ain’t safe as I should be Things always missin, maybe it could be My friends, but they ain’t friends if they robbin me Stoppin me, from making a profit, see Apology shallow like the ocean I guess Ill resort to gun-totin If I was dead broke and smokin Id probably be by my lonesome Ima kill a nigga, I ain’t jokin Indo smoke got me chokin, Im hopin A fool come slippin, so I can blow him open This time around I changed up my flow Got rid of the Rotts, got Pits by the door A real set of peoples to watch my back Stay away from strangers so I wont slack And I know my nigga Mike like that Baby He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me He really thought, they thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had a hold of me This time around, yeah! He really thought

Relax and take notes While I take tokes of the Marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke Gun smoke guns smoke Biggie smalls for mayor The rap slayer The hooker layer Motherfucker say your prayers Hail mary full of grace Smack the bitch in the face Take her guccci bag and the north face Off her back Jab her if she act Funny with the money Oh you got me mistaken honey I dont wanna rape Ya, I just want the paper The visa, capeesha Im out like, like thе vapors Whos the one you call Mr macho The hеad hancho Swift fist like Camacho I got so Much style I should Be down with the stylistics Make up to breakup Niggas need to wake up Smell the indonesia Beat you to seizure Then fuck your moms Hit the skins to amnesia She dont remember shit Just the two hits Her hitting the floor And me hitting the clit Suckin on the tits Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms aint ugly love My dick got Rock quick I guess I was A combination Of house of pain and Bobby brown I was humping around and jump In around Jacked her Then I asked her whos the man She said B.i.G Then I bust in her E.Y.E The weak or the strong, who got it Goin on Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it Goin on When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it my hardcore rainleaves you rusted Move over lucifer Im more ruthless huh Leave your toothless, youll kibbutz, Ill flip it Tears dont affect me I hit em with the tec Gs disrespect me My potency is deadly Im shooting babies No ifs ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy If the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis After she sucked the dick I stabbed her brother with the icepick Because he wanted me to fuck him from da back But smalls dont get down like that Found your father hidin in a room Fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think youre dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin feelin it Hardcore I got it sucked like a pussy Stab Ya till youre gushy So please dont push me Im using rubbers So they wont trace the semen The black demon GOT the little hookers screamin Because you know I love it young Fresh of green With no hair in between Know what I mean? The weak or the strong Who got it Goin on Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it Goin on Your dead wrong

Ten years Yo, the sun dont shine forever But as long as its here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear something make sure you hear it right Dont make an ass outta yourself by assuming My music keeps you moving, what are you proving? You know that Im two levels above you, baby Hug me, baby, Ima make you love me, baby Its ten years and we still running this motherfucker Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need Its all fucked up now What the fuck yall gonna do now? Yo, yo, we cant stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together Im high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas Yeah faggot, if I want it Im gon have it Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it Dont make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me Im cocky, raps Rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that Im eight levels above you nigga Ill plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga Im the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggas is only gon leave you smoked So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers In the commission, you ask for permission to hit em He dont like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killings too blatant You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Action, pack guns, ridiculous And Im quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it holmes You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic Park did, quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Ayyo, it cant stay dark for long They say its darkest before the dawn Calms before the storm Im happy Mason Bethas now preachin the Psalms And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John Yeah right, this is what Lifes Afters like B.I. Frank White, your Bad Boy For Life No matter what the public say we gon prove It aint another MC that could fill ya shoes Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out Other MCs been tryin to find ya route Its ill when MCs used to be on other shit Took home Life after Death and they studied it Listened to the double disc Now they all spit, like they all legit Frank tell how we did it, go We got the shit mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no pity Im the witty one, Franks the crook from the Brook Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped in the Coupe Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it aint no replacin him Niggas step up, with just macin them Placin them in fune-rals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, yall just betray men We spray men, I position, competition Another day in the life of the commission I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit gon get uglier than the Master P sneaker Im slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckers Ill sick Rottweilers on you fuckers, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero Ima break fore I lay on the floor buried Besides, every rapper aint a star, and every plaid aint Burberry You cant tame Lloyd, Im smokin by the big screen And changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy I know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of ya religion We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Yeah Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? I told yall, ten years from now well still be on top Weve just begun Thank you ... thank you B.I.G. forever Bad Boy baby You know the rest Fuck yall niggas wanna do?

Akon and B.I.G. yea Niggas talkin it but aint livin it Cristal pops Im sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator trunks bitch, rollin blunts with the williest of the willy Heckler Koch, M-1s and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wondering if Im a fuck with her She know I treats my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana drippin Big Poppa never slippin H-class diamonds shinin Dinner with the wifey winin, dinin Smoking cigars in Bogotá With Colombian niggas named Panama And Englique and shit Games we play life endin Bitches bending over with ease For a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped Singles on top Benjamins Under the rest of em Advancin From duplex to mansion Stashing keys hidin Gs overseas VCRs in my Vs Game elevates, money I make Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands Discussing plans with my mans Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system That leaves your rear views tremblin What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my rings its a Frank White thing I stay potent Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Looking for this hour glass of time Trying to find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living? 4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this huslers story Picture me, a product of the zone three Scared lost, dont know what Im suppose to be Shit cost, money never came to me When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly The lord humble niggas specially if they act like They too big for they draw when they stacks right Think Im bullshittin? A bunch of niggas back like Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the cock I know a nigga workin 9-5 Been on 15 years, aint got a car to drive I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch Fake jack boys, cant rob, get killed Got kin folk backyard big whips Escart that lift my homeboy this year Akon While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique Im on the coastline politickin wit Jose We got the birds flyin in the coop all day Tryin to find a new way to smugglin pure yay We bout our business, aint no small time thieves If you aint growin the caine then we aint gon meet See Im the one to call when things get deep And my Africans will put yo main man to sleep, now And Mexico far from the block Tryin to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now Sellin arms as well as rocks in my socks If you could show me the money, heres the keys to the lock, now Hey, you know the streets is my territory Aint scared of nothin, let you fear it for me Hey, whether win, lose or draw Believe that death is waitin for all Face Mob in the buildin Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands Make a break for it, get away from it, that was the plan So the whole time, I been plottin on his man Caught him slippin and sleepin, I hit his ass wit the can, and Heres somethin that you cant understand How can one be so cold and snatch a niggas soul? Im on some get back shit, there comes a time In every mans mind when its deeper than dollar signs I been on the grind, got homies doin time Behind niggas actin like bitches and bitches droppin dimes Im duckin indictments, pussies is wearing wires Niggas just aint tellin, no, they know we let it slide But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine The rats one thing a real nigga here despise Im a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire

Queen Bee, and The Notorious B.I.G. nigga The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it The best that ever lived it Cocksuckers, whats his name, huh? Thats how we do it yall To all my niggas in the house Bad Boy, who we die for? All day, everyday nigga For the love of B.I.G., we bang out Since my man died, we dont hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out Mafia World, all my niggas max out We Bad Boys, why yall niggas cracked out Coward niggas, most are burried down south Far from gangstas, really hush puppies Niggas bearly speak when we discuss money Niggas stay yappin when theres always somethin funny The realest niggas never took nuthin from me Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix Ayo, Biggie taught me well Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel To all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name Id rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Mafia Representin Bucktown Mack 11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring For B.I.G., I learn to grip aim and cock it Once I got it, I lock it Banger, big city boy with deep pockets See me speak, that paper better be the topic I like my ice frozen like the Antartic Im quick to finish it, your good to start it And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings I aint got shit, I spread things, take things Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring My nigga ills holdin it down for the beam Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain Still ride, still die for BIGs name To all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name chorusBiggie Id rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I Ock and squeeze f Mafia Representin Bersecktown Mack 11 cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig Not cause of what he said, cause of what he did When I hear that pop quiz, thats the way I was raised And thats the way it is for We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera Do jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel B.K. style, see B.I.G. howl, now Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world Niggas nuthin but squirrels, they know we rep Niggas tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut Wood style rollem up, get plucked, nigga what?! Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths Know my gat and bust for my nigga To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name Id rat Er die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fL Mafia Representin Bil cktown Mack 11K cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring Now Verse 4: when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert Ez Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this ones for... You know Frank kept me iced out Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account All that material shit, yall still tryin to get it Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like... All yall lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth Or get this shit right, check it, its the B-I-double G-I-E Yall niggas cant see Poppa, nor the Big Momma Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten We got it sewn, we dont need yall help, we hold our own Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged Yco love him, yell hir name usId ratner die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fto Mafia Representin B fadcktown cocked back, nggas better duck do

Whats beef? Beef is when you make ya enemies start the Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 20 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, motherfucker Whats beef? Beef is when you make ya enemies start the Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 20 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, motherfucker Nowadays its silly, niggas beef for nothing The type of shit that make the hippies throw up peace for nothing Back in my day, there wasnt silencers to hide the 8 up So if its beef, be sure to order side of baked potato Ive got amigos on my payroll, Quavo gave me guelo Fuego, beef up on my plate is no mistake Hahahahaha, check out the Chopard For sure, Im Shakur out the window of my car Spitting at the cameras and I flood the club with dancers I used to roll with hammers back when Sway had all the answers Now its spread like cancers in this German And these niggas want me gone for certain And thats what I call beef, you vermin Whats beef? Beef is when you make ya enemies start the Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 20 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, motherfucker Whats beef? Beef is when you make ya enemies start the Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 20 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, motherfucker Uh, Puffy swag combs, call me Sherlock Stallone Daddy NASDAQ or call me Puffy Dow Jones Come fuck with Puffy, dirty money since the scruffy Puffy They want me bloody, hungry, ugly, crusty, musty Puffy See that motherfucking phantom? Then it must be Puffy Its like lately, all the ladies say is fuck me, Puffy 80 million records was projected My leverage breaking records, its like 80 women naked Hectic, paranoia got me feeling threatened So Im loading up my weapons up like every other second

Bumboclaat throat deh pon fire, mon Baby girl! You and I will not die You mention and I will never Cause me love unuh forever Say, Puff Daddy inna the area Say, Mr. Cat, him deh bout yah I love the girls them forever Well, let love go, people let a love stay And let your love with people shine bright along the way Ragamuffin Mr. Cat, him a di girls dem Dj I say dolly she a me, dolly my baby Puffy, dolly she a me, dolly my baby And me say dolly, me say dolly my Mary And me say dolly, me say dolly my lady I say she love me, and she driving me crazy I say she love me, and she driving me crazy Especially when she spot, Phillip a raps and Johnny And when she smile to Mr. Cat and daddy Puffy The girl deh tell me say, she want the milk inna she honey She come to the place and hold the general and get horny Say, Mr. Cat, you are my one and my only She say, I like it when youre driving me crazy Oh baby girl you know I love you, I love you madly I said, I love you like how the fish them just a swim inna sea And I love you like how the pocket money, love some money And I love you like how the crib, Jah know, it love baby If all of the girls should leave, and they should go across the sea No matter baby girl, you are my one and only Cause your my dolly, youre my dolly oh baby Honey, my dolly, youre my dolly oh Mary And me say dolly, me say dolly my baby Honey and dolly, mi say, dolly my baby Well, I said let love go, people let a love stay And let your love with people shine bright along the way Ragamuffin Mr. Cat, him a di girls dem Dj Youre my dolly, youre my dolly my lady Honey, my dolly, youre my dolly my baby And me say dolly, me say dolly my Mary And me say dolly, me say dolly my honey I said, this girl yah, she killing me with charms When I man hold her and I have her inna me arms And the loving, and the kissing, and dem ting deh a what a gwan Now that she leave, and me miss her from out of mi arms I miss your tender loving, baby girl, I miss your charms Bling, bling! Whos that with Super Cat? Yes black, where all my troopers at? They got my back but Im still strapped Got the real phat, phat track for my ill rap, black Aint no shame in my game, Jesse West is real You think that I wont scoop your girl? Oh yes, I will Check it, check it, it gets hectic, Imma wreck it I make fellas jump up and girls get butt naked So, ring around the rosey, a pocket full of dough G You know me, Im low key, Ill smoke you like a stogie There is no way you can see me, like Stevie Wonder how Im living G, oh Im living lovely Its a Bad Boy thing, 93 we coming through Kick it with the flava dude, hit ya on the 1 and 2 Send you on a mission, and you think Im crazy Super Cat, dolly, dolly, dolly my baby Im crazy Knock, knock Puff Daddy, hops Slick trooper from the Q, come with mad props I freak the funky fly remix, kid My man, we make hits, the fly shit that they kick On your radio, its the Bad Boys, yo Making mad noise yo, 93 so act like you know bro Puff Daddy rolling through with Super Cat and Mary J So what ya say, what ya say I love it when you call me Big Poppa The show stoppa, the rhyme droppa Super Cat pass the Glock, uh, I see you shivering Check the flavor Biggie Smalls is delivering Lyrical lyricist flowing lyrics out my larynx Chubby competitor, quick to kick a chump in the chest Yes, its Bad Boy, hard to the core LAWWD! Me cant take it no more Out Im a Bad Boy, Im a Bad Boy, Im a Bad Boy

I grew up a fucking screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers thats a product of they environment Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I aint took a breath yet Lets go! Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out Something in my brain said, Wake up and kick out! Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the little niggas out of control Put a little bit of rum in my bottle Ill dream about diamonds and gold Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feeling freshen Freshing freshing, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections Still the best but now Im grown with more range than a Texan And Im a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion Ayyyy Yall already know what it is Imma tell you nigga C.T., know what it is, bout 17-5 Homey fronted me a zip, shit I made it a bird Thats seventeen and a half, all I need is the word Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot You better cook slow but that money come fast I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash You know the kid pimping all over the world A hundred carats got me all over your girl YEAH, five bricks and my Gucci duffle bag A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle I got a Field Mob thatll Disturb your Peace Blowing Sean Jay, all we do is smoke Finish counting my bread and I was getting some head Whats up? Imma be all the way real with this, look When I came into the game they aint do nothing but doubt me Now the whole games changed and it aint nothing without me Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys And five course meals, no more Popeyes and Blimpies From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a Plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your Women dawg I went from ashy to classy Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars Its not the hand that youre dealt but how youre playing your cards Boy!

Oh, I need to know where we stand Do we share this special thing called love? I know I do, what about you? I just cant get enough of the time I need you in my life Where do we go? What do I do? I cant live without your love Thinkin of you, makes me feel Like I am the only one for you Girl, I want to be with you No one else, only you Why cant we just make it happen? Baby, I need you in my life Every time Im with you Never want it to come to an end Always make me so happy Youll always have a place in my heart I need you in my life Where do I go? What do I do? Cause I cant live without your love Thinkin of you, makes me feel Like I am the only one for you Je-sus, the Notorious just Please us with your lyrical thesis We just chillin, milk em, top billin Silk and pure linen, me and Little Cease Malibu sea breeze, Dom Ps, palm trees Cats named Pablo in milked out Diablos The Williest, bitches be the silliest The more I smoke, the smaller the phillie gets Room 112 where the players dwell And stash more cash than Bert Padell, inhale Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone Dig up in your middle like Monie Dont know but your settin up to blow me Try to style, fly up north with a homie Escada, Don Dada, player, stay splurgin Game so tight they call it virgin Where do we go What must I do If I cant live without your love Thinkin of you, makes me feel, baby Like I am the only one for you Girl, I want to be with you No one else, only you Why cant we just make it happen? Baby, I need you in my life Girl, I want to be with you No one else, only you Why cant we just make it happen? Baby, I need you in my life Girl, I want to be with you No one else, only you Why cant we just make it happen? Baby, I need you in my life Girl, I want to be with you No one else, only you Why cant we just make it happen Baby, I need you in my life Girl, I want to be with you No one else, only you

Yeah, uh, its going out to all the pimps and macs Yall know the flavor, Brooklyn style You know how we do, uh, yeah All the macs and the dons in the house Playa playas, playa, playa, let these hoes know One, two Is it true, all I wanna do is screw? Drink brew, with the crew, on the avenue? Ooh! I flip skins like Mary Lou So what ya gonna do when Shelton come for you, boo? I got girls that look like Toni Braxton And give me the skins without askin When Im relaxin on my back and you know what time it is But if its red, man, Ill leave it alone She can call me on my cellular phone And I mess around and pick you up Take you to the crib, stick you up Put on my Silk CD and lick you up and down Til you say stop, hit the twat til your pops call the cops And when I make bail outta jail, Ima wail on that tail Because the sex never fails, I am So amazing, so amazing, so amazing and I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons What kind of girls do you like? Well, thats various I like long hair, or them Halle Berry cuts Real big butts, yeah, thick with lipstick Cause when it come to girls, Im so optimistic Like the Sounds of Blackness I dont need practice in the sack Its natural, I break your back in I pop coochies like my homeboy Luke Guaranteed to knock your trees off your Timbo boots You dont get pussy-whipped, you whip that pussy Hit it from the back til it get real gushy, baby Good sex is what Im startin I get the skin so wet, I make the ass start fartin And I pray that dick dont slip Cause then Im hearin this shit: Thats not it And then I just ride til the sun rise And when Im done, wipe the cum on her thighs, I am So amazing, so amazing, so amazing and I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons This is going out to the pimps and macs That hit skins til their broad catch a asthma attack But not even Pamatti Miss could resist The way I jumped up and dissed the clitoris All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom in the boom poom Smoke a little boom, get some head in the bedroom And then I whisper soft in her ear: You aint got to home, but you got to leave from here Simple and plain, no strings attached Im lettin you know that Im a certified mac I hit skins til the leg cramps So on the first I can get half the check and half the stamps So amazing, so amazing, so amazing and I been waiting Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm This is for the macs and dons All the players in 94, recognize Shelton D in full effect, baby, baby Uh, uh, yeah, fuck all you bitches

Yes its me, the B.I.G Competition ripper ever since 13 Used to steal clothes was considered a thief Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street Makin loot, knockin boots on the regular Pass the microphone Im the perfect competitor Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that Chumps steppin to me, thats where they took a FALL at! B.I.G. without burner, thats unheard of I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner Quick to smother, a punk motherfucker Undercover, word to mother, Im above ya And I love ya, cause youre a sweet bitch A crazy crab, the type to make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta B.I.G. is a born trooper Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta Stay dipped, and Im not a booster So whatcha got to say? This mackin word is bond Theres no other assumption, I got it going on Im not conceited, my friends tell me this Even my mother, be noddin her head to this Makes her proud to see her one son get loud Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed RAW

Hold up, shut this shit down Its goin down baby, Funk Flex We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee Cause you know how the fuck I get down! Big dog, pitbull status nigga! Yeah.. Youre now enterin the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, representin This one goin out to Brooklyn, yall know what time it is Its goin out to all the gangsters All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches Yall know what time it is.. so this what I want yall to do I want yall to grab yall Dutch Masters And yall White Owls and yall Phillies.. mmm! Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back Gon do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin all day, everyday And all you other tape niggas, and bootleggers, stay in the house Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down So any time youre ready Mister Cee We gon get hardcore on these homos Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore Uhh, representin Biggie Smalls in the house Uhh, check it, huh 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 syphillis 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, uhh Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666 Holocaust, Big the merciless Niggas press they luck-and they get a buttfuck-in Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash And I dont fuck wit the condoms 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, rhinocerous of rap Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga? Recognize.. notorious Biggie Smalls, ninety-four, Ready to Die Yall niggas hold yall heads Mister Cee, set it off baby-pop.. {Funk Flex scratches the end}

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

Uhh.. UHH Yeah.. Uhh.. uhh.. Uh! Yeah.. yeah.. Uhh.. Im on.. Fuck em.. yeah, uhh.. With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Fuck her, never knew her Screw her.. sewer Our father.. uh-huh.. What you expected from his next of kin Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take to make my heart stop And my body start to shake? If I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake Fluck that, snap a nigga shit, smash him with the 5th, watch his body lift Shut his hotties lips, bitch screamin, hit her body quick Got me like the trifest not knowin how my life is My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers Did it with the Glocks, spit it with your pops, you was in diapers Loved me when you came to Rikers Hated me all in the free cypher, mad you cant be like us Some murderers who turn bikers, see Biggie Smalls Recruited these snipers, alumni do it just like us Some pied pipers, squeezin life out yall Its all out war, be all wild as all outdoor If a coward got beef, yall be checkin his palm Paralyzin, my niggas thorough kid, how bout yours? Real quick to screw a nigga then, pop out four Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours Bitch nigga, whoah With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake Yo, when you fuckin with Mac, you fuckin with the best Im still going to war with them dusty Tecs Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad dont need it Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic When I squeeze dont breathe keep it lined and even So when niggas get hit, they be cryin screamin Lyin bleedin from that iron steamin And I aint tryin to hear that bullshit, I aint mean it Niggas start bitchin, when that pistol in they face Or I sick two pits to come and get you in your place If I catch you in my shit, Im wakin my bitch Hear take this shit, crackin the brick, facin that shit Takin two sniffs, grabbing my shit Best believe if I get hit, yall niggas takin some shit Picture niggas takin my shit With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake Niggas never thought theyd see Cube and Biggie In the year 2000 all drunk and pissy Off whiskey, you can miss me acting gay Hes the King of New York, Im the King of L.A Doin it the O.G. way, its sorta like The Brooklyn Way, its just the crook in me So this is dedicated to the memory of The Notorious One, the glorious one And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine Cock my nine and seperate your head from your spine So, Grab yo dicks if you love Hip-Hop and Fuck you niggas that shot Big Pop The conspiracy of this nation for assassination Of the young black male in this black Hell And I can tell, no matter the weather That you and 2Pac got your shit together California Love With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our Father, if I should die before I wake

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they dont know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay Thats why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s Cause G-E-D, wasnt B-I-G I had to get P-A-I-D, thats why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they dont know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause Im due in court For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, cause man Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin Our lifestyles be close captioned Addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back In the midst of mashin No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin and heart be a nigga culture or the Repercutions while bustin on backstabbin vultures Sellin my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin my peers in the cemetary Heres a message to the newborns, waitin to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me Protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin Gun shots every night in the Crooked cops on sight in the Every day is a fight in the Got kids to feed in the Selling coke and weed in the Every day somebody bleed in the I had the master plan Im in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs And when he start to bust he like to ask, Whos next? At last, Im literally loungin black Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin Cause thats the life when your Living in the oh Eating in the or Sleeping in the Thats the life when ur Living in the oh Eating in the or Sleeping in the Its a funny thing, I kinda realized how powerful 2pac and I was. You kno wha Im saying cuz Pac is a strong dude yo. I kno him. We two individual people, we waged a coastal beef. But even tho we were going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin back

Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you Bloodll spill too, did I say thank you I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines see what I see I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips Flipping coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II Im inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes I get up in that ass every time Lyrically Im untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz, ask your friends whos the illest Licking shots, niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us You think big you get big, champagne and Moet You can party til you sweat, the moneys yours to get Cash in abundance, paper stacks in the hundreds One thousand for the gators, hard stares for the traitors I be a thang slinger, body boom here come the banger Your mother should have pulled you out with a fucking hanger Word up, whats your motherfucking deal, nigga Fuck Polo, you can call me Tommy Real Nigga To all emcees that envy thats trying Never me and you, take it easy like Mad Lion If you mess with me, your family Will be missing you like we miss EPMD But if you dont believe me you can come and see me though And you sure will be over just like Arsenio I come-a-calling, you niggas be stalling I got the unbelievable like my nigga Smalls and Release date, man I cant wait That ass getting cash like a New York nigga out of state To the ladies dont waste your time Only 69 that I do is 69 Give you drama like 2Pac so you gots to give me dap For fun, putting em on the run like Kool G Rap Like Michael Jackson off the wall for yall Im making people forget you like R Kelly did to Aaron Hall In God we trust, in hoes we lust In clothes and cash and cars a must Yo Im the 86 survivor so bear witness to my theme I only play with my team, two hundred thousand in my dream Bitches love this curly headed threat, far from a herb Draw my nigga and I squeeze for Gs quicker than a serve I got styles for miles the Bronx and Harlem runner-up You think big you get big, I want it all fuck a cut Yo fuck beepers, fuck hustling for sneakers and car speakers Give me cars and stores to transform this drug caper Hustling moneys dead kid I want Arab and Jew paper And now Im the sheik the Lord Tariq So let the resurrected Willie speak cause Id rather die upon my feet My dress code explodes, paying hundreds for jeans Yo I could play a pair of Lees and reign Willie Supreme BBS ride the ave beside the African gypsy cab driver While I let you check the style of a survivor Your shit is smothered yo I got New York covered End of story, Im the last and there will be never be another Motherfucker

Hitmaka Right Now Sound Montana! Sittin, my diamonds glisten I dont talk, I listen I learn new things, fuck the cool thing Too much drama for my momma Never put your love in dollars Me and Puff poppin collars, rest in peace to Wallace Baby, Junior M.A.F.I.A We the hottest, thats the obvious French vanilla bottle Hundred mil a convo On my neck, the lotto Global express to Cabo Ty! We gon give you anything, diamond rings I can bring, tuh And I put you on the team, that should mean that Im fucking you tonight Ooh, yeah Im fucking you tonight, Ooh, yeah Make decisions, I wanna play with your permission Gimme that kitty, girl, wash the dishes Now spread them legs, call it long division That pussy taste like Woah, woah I hit it like woah-oah-oah-oah I kiss it like ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Dont stop, I need more Every time I pull away Something keeps on telling me to stay I cant keep these memories off my head So babe He dont give you anything, diamond rings I can bring tuh And I put you on a team, that should mean that Im fucking you tonight Im fucking you tonight, night, tonight He dont give you everything, diamond rings I could bring tuh If I put you on a team, that should mean that Im fuckin you tonight, ooh yeah Im fuckin you tonight, tonight I might get a room for you tonight Maybe we can champagne cheers tonight Make you swallow all of your fears tonight How you gone let them hoes tell you what you like Im in Neiman Marcus throwing tantrums You think you know high fashion Just to take it off, babe Lets see you run your mouth when I take it down, down, down, down Every time I pull away, yeah yeah Something keeps on telling me to stay I cant keep these memories out my head So babe He dont give you anything, diamond rings I can bring tuh And I put you on a team, that should mean that Im fucking you tonight Im fucking you tonight, oh yeah, ooh yeah He dont give you everything, diamond rings I could bring tuh If I put you on a team, that should mean that Im fucking you tonight, ooh yeah Im fucking you tonight, tonight I might end up with you Kissin, touchin, fuckin Girl, your bodys calling for me Im fuckin you tonight Im fuckin you tonight Wooaah-ooh-woah

Let me ask you something Dont stop, Im not finished yet Do you ever ask yourself... Dont stop, Im not finished yet When are they ever gonna stop? Do you ever ask yourself... Dont stop, Im not finished yet When are they gonna stop making those hits, man? Do you ever ask yourself... Dont stop, Im not finished yet When are they gonna stop making us dance? Do you ever ask yourself... when those Bad Boys are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THAT MONEY?! I lick shots at intruders Take the coke money and invest in computers Tryin to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrera For now Ill play the back of the cruiser Light up a sack for the three time losers Pour out some beer, bust off the Ruger Ladies and gentleman, bullets will leave you tremblin Shooken up, I got my Cuban mami cooking up We got it all from her-on to fishscale New York to Israel, get locked, Im gettin bail My style is flashy like the five with strobes Goons around the globe, honeys wearing silk robes Time to flip the script, bust the whip Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped To the Feds: catch me if you can Ima still transport with my man on the Peter Pan Quick to get there, bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, Im waitin on a hunnid grand So I can hit the mote and take a shower Head back to the airport, and now that money in the tower Stash box with the key L to the O to the X, youll see Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you Dont stop, Im not finished yet Youll see, youll see Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you Dont stop, Im not finished yet Youll see, youll see See? Its 1996, man And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in 95 We gon keep hittin you in your head with all that FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA!!! Yeah aight then, you better act like you know L to the O, X amount of flow Aint nothin change but the range since I got the inf Dot on your head, take all your strength Yeah, Im in it for the green Ill get up in your seams While you sonning me like a nigga from Queens My tape in your dual cassette running me Wanna get in front of me playa, but you cant get none of me Better off gunnin me, with hot slugs numbing me Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming, B Dont stop, Im not finished yet When you want it? now or later? I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of gators With my mega click, involved with Montega bricks Niggas is mega sick, and you know we roll mega-thick Up north where they bust your man In the custom van, interrupt your plans Now its back to grams, damn, aint that somethin? All that for frontin, what you gon do? Nothing! So lets keep things rationalized Everything I write butter, nationalize Im into gettin money, twistin honeys Niggas is buyin coupes while you on the stoop lookin funny Im a scorer, shorty love the whole aura Pussy wasnt all that; thats why I never called her Its all about quick whips and fat nicks Gats with mad clips, TVs in your whips Dont stop, Im not finished yet My style tight like Gotti when I touch you Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle Get the facts, Im tryna get the Beamer with the hatch Cop one for my man, so our shits match Runnin around all crazy, twistin honeys back And breakin niggas that come to gamble with small stacks Really though, screw yall; I never knew yall Your click be like yellow lights, Im runnin through yall Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you Dont stop, Im not finished yet Youll see, haha, youll see Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you Dont stop, Im not finished yet Youll see, haha, youll see Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I aint tryna get stuck So Ima keep handlin beef like I dont give a fuck Its all about respect, TEC-9s, and papes Big house in Italy, in the yard with honeys crushin grapes So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer Knowing that one day Ill be Sheek Louchian the mayor Dont stop, Im not finished yet Fatigued out in my house or office Blunt spots and crooked cops cant grow shit So the town supports this My staff rollin in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes Givin parades, and holdin rallies for the lifers; groups So what you gwan do when they come for you The same thing you been doing Eye screwing, and bubble gum chewing While me and my mans are pursuin Who you think the ladies are enhancin? Rocking Vansons while Im dancing in the mansion So cheers to the life of the ice in your chains and your watches And youll see how we locks this Dont stop, Im not finished yet Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you Youll see, youll see Dont stop, Im not finished yet Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you Dont stop, Im not finished yet Youll see, youll see Click, click... Uhh, uhh, uhh Niggas talkin it but aint livin it Cristal pop, Im sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator trunks, bitch Rollin blunts with the williest of the Willie Hitchlink cock, M-1s and nine millis Stories like a motherfucker Model bitch is wonderin if Ima fuck with her Dont stop, Im not finished yet She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana Dolce & Gabbana drippin, Big Poppa never slippin H-class diamonds shinin Dinner with wifey, winin, dinin Smokin cigars in Bogota with Colombian niggas Named Panama and Englique and shit Games we play, life-endin Bitches bendin over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank top, I got your bank stopped Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of em Advancin from duplex to mansions Stashin keys, hidin Gs overseas, VCRs in my Vs Game elevates, money I make Into stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribbean White sands, discussin plans with my mans Dark blue Land, smoke tint, chrome rims and a system That leaves my rear views tremblin What you gonna do when Poppa catch an attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my ring, its a Frank White thing, I stay potent Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it Youll see Dont stop Youll see

{​scratching}​ Go for mine, and run down the line {​scratching}​ Go for mine, and run down the line I went from construction Timbs to Acs with rims Flipping mixtapes to bitches feeding me grapes Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal That weed make my ass wanna kill four people Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars Blindfold you when you step in the car Thats that superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius Cease roll the hash, its in the pocket with the nine Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline I want a presidential Rollie So I crush MCs to guacamole, making Robin scream, Holy moley! Big Poppa, fuck a cape, Im that Paper Crusader Playing Sega in the wide body Blazer I shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor So its me, myself and I know, my own lord and master When your ass was born, it was all on the lone, and When its time to die, youll be all alone, so Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and Start taking care of your own, nigga Everybodys human with the nature of a sinner So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner I gots to fight back against the powers that be Cause the powers that be, be tryna fight me Standing at the crossroads but I wasnt by myself Some take the right and some take the lefts, but Lo and behold what do I see In the distance? Some resistance {​scratching}​ Go for mine, and run down the line {​scratching}​ Go for mine, and run down the line Its that Funkadelic Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it Fuck the vest, niggas better start putting on helmets I roam the streets where theres no peace, relax Funk coming in stacks, bullets humming from gats So I duck, lyrical BUCK BUCK, get stuck Im jamming like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few stitches BLADOW! Plus my style pack like Luke bitches I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes when the wind change Mad explicit when splifted, my scriptures Leaving your mic boney like that Tales Of The Crypt bitch All yall niggas suck my balls one time While I unwind, Im busting your ass, counterclockwise I get Dumb but Dumber, why your vision blurred For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers Ayo, Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag Let the pants sag, fuck the drag Its the low down and Im low-key, the O.G Niggas know me so take it easy with stakes It aint surprising these motherfuckers still hating They must dont know I aint that nigga to be played with Its been stated way back in 88 That a nigga like Mike will stomp the head of a snake Now quakes was felt when my feet hit the ground And fate is fatal when my heat made a sound Now, how did I relate whats gonna fall When my niggas made the fucking final call It aint no sunshine, it aint no sunshine Its like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, its like that For my one true Our runs our rhyme For my one {​scratching}​ One true For my one true Our run Our run Runs Our Rhyme Hey, you, dont you dare give me no type of argument All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness You best believe every time we come, we come hard The undisputed truth is that the black man is God Now every time I turn around, my people start subtracting They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreacting Hey, ay, ay, you can pick and choose it Right before you lose it, Im a hit you with my music Im frying up shit sizzling like cyanide Watch me go inside, Please give me room, yo step aside Ha, those who commit the ultimate crimes Bitches run around like snitches out there dropping dimes Get your shit drawers up out my hammer Young survivalist represent the next Black Panther I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side And the guard S.T. is still waiting in the ride So I stepped to the DJ and told the DJ Yo, throw the wax on How many emcees must get dissed Putting your shit to the pave, ending em meeting the gauge Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazing, nothing phased Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses Put em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off Living the psycho path so Im down with a buck and a blast and getting my chance You niggas are fearing my sawed-off Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packing your shit, you bitch Not that it makes a difference, cuz, when we a done with the quickness Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, bucking em once a Gain enough to pick a defender They try to contend us, see, all they gon win is that Mac-10 Theres never another to go with a brother, while smotherin suckas been gon undercover We leave em in gutters, ain’t gonna get caught. But who was the sucker that squealed on a murda? Creep with the street, sweeper, better R.I.P. and pray The bullet dont put in much work but Im a sure, with, shot Puttin the bullets just where it hurts, and um With a me techll slip up one on the popos, Bone, Bone Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up Get em on the get up, Bone wont let up

(Uh Uh, what) As we proceed, to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance First things first: I, Poppa, freaks all the honeys Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money Those the ones I like cause they dont get nathan but penetration Unless it smells like sanitation Gar-bage I turn like doorknobs Heart throb never, Black and ugly as ever However, I stay Coogi down to the socks Rings and watch filled with rocks And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi Girls pee-pee when they see me Navajos creep me in they teepee As I lay down laws like Alan Kopit Stop it - if you think they gonna make a profit Dont see my ones, dont see my guns, get it? Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A I dont know what the hell is stopping ya Im clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya Once ya grin, Im in—game begins First I talk about how I dress in this Diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses The sex is just immaculate from the back I get Deeper and deeper, help you reach the Climax that your man cant make Call him, tell him youll be home real late And sing the break, uh) Biggie, give me One more Give me one more Chance, and make me Gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Shes sick of that song on how its so long Thought he worked his until I handled my biz There I is, Major Payne like Damon Wayans Low Down Dirty, even, like his brother Keenan Schemin, dont leave your girl around me! True player for real, ask Puff Daddy You ringing bells with bags from Chanel Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell She beeped me meet me at twelve Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes? While Im swimming in your women like the breast stroke Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke Death stroke—tongue all down her throat Nothing left to do but send her home to you Im through—can you sing the song for me boo? Biggie, give me, one more Give me one more Chance, and make me Gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance So whats it gonna be? Him or me? We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls The envy of all women, crushed linen Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in ’em The finest women I love with a passion Ya mans a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin High fashion, flying into all states Sexing me while your man masturbates Isnt this great? Your flight leaves at eight Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds Lyrically Im supposed to represent Im not only a client, Im the player President Biggie, give me, one more Give me one more Chance, and make me Gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, gimme one more chance Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance

Is Brooklyn in here tonight?!?!?!? Where Brooklyn at? We right here, Big Your boy sitting on top like a hair wig Bed-Stuy fly, Bushwick sick East New York walk the Brownsville grill, ill You see, I got a Fort Greene lean Clinton Hill chill, Red Hook look, man Aint no shook hands in Brooklyn Son, your life can get took, man Then threw off bridges One hard top, two soft bitches Ride through the borough with two four fifths-es Phantom open up like two door fridges I make em change the New York digits From 718 to 187, from 212 to 211 Your boys back with a new one son, huh! Im right here Fab, waving the flag, Im from Nostrand Ave I came to take the game in my Daddy Kane chain Niggas gave it up smooth They aint want to hear the bang, BANG Im back on my bully shit That Flatbush, Bushwick black hoodie shit Half a billie in the bank roll Bank stop anybody, whats your bank, ho? Big Bs on the wheel Spread love the Brooklyn way, B hows it feel? Im on my Robin Thicke shit Shit ever gets thick, back to robbing niggas quick Trick, click, ante up All you niggas Britney, pull your panties up Whole borough is with me, hold your cannons up Buck one for Bucktown, Brooklyn, what the fuck?!! Im right here Hov! East New York, Uncle Murda feeling good I hooked up with Jigga, got my grandma out the hood Marcy is back -- now look at niggas Now they cant say Jay aint sign a Brooklyn nigga Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Shooting somebody up or getting off the packs Or going to the club looking for something to dap Or running up in the crib like, Where the safe at? East New York will shoot you -- they dap your homey Brownsville will rob ya -- they clap your homey Bed-Stuy will get you killed for a hundred grams Get a Coney Island nigga to pull the trigga, man Ask Flex -- he used to run the Tunnel Brooklyn had dudes scared to rep they borough Uncle Murda, Imma rep to the fullest Like Shyne, in the club I throw bullets Ha son!!! Its a like it or not thing, nah mean? This one is for Brooklyn, Im in my Bed-Stuy fly, you know Bushwick sick, I walk that East New York walk, Brownsville grill Got my Fort Greene lean, ha ha, Clinton Hill chill, Red Hook look That Flatbush push, nah mean Cypress Hill feel Crown Heights tight with it, the Williamsburg swerve Coney Island styling on em, Canarsie flossing Park Slope dope you know, ya dig?

UNDEAS Lil Ceasar The bitch pleaser Uh, uh, check it Yo, I be buyin em Vs, so all my girls be eyein Cease Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen While you stop your grinnin with bunch of foxy women Why you speedball with cards? Thats invalid I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage While you walk the street until your feet get calloused Take you on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When its all over put your vote in my ballot Its my diner, Im Mel, and youre Alice Spend a night, in Lil Cease palace It be all good as long as you dont act childish While you standin there with the Crist in your cup If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But you still dont pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Its cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, Im in the PVs All chrome D3s, decked out TVs CDs with crazy bass, keep my lady laced Dont be fooled by the baby face I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot Only one plan, thats to rise to the top I told you before, when I first pursued I want a interlude, in the nude Or we tastin like food when we get in the mood Listen girlfriend we dont mean to be rude But anything I touch come straight to the rear I take chickenheads like the Playmate Of The Year Cause when I first met her, she had the Lex and the tegra Game real good, sex was even better I got it for the cheddar once I hit it in the sack Cause Im Cease a.k.a. Long Dick from the back I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But you still dont pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Its cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you Yo shorty wont you go get a bag of the lethal Ill be right here just chillin witcha people You know Junior M.A.F.I.A. was just a preview I know I had you open, so why Ima leave you Especially when I know yo man is fee-ble Its Cease Degenaro, you know how we do My game is tight, we do the same every night Im smooth as the words that come from Frank White You messin with city kings with glissy rings Thats gonna show you good time pretty thing Cause you was spotted, in the club lookin exotic By somebody, short, dark and chocolate You got it? Any plans to tape yo we stop it Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah we all about a profit Im the right dude to get you in the nice mood Flossin rocks the size of ice cubes I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But you still dont pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Its cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But you still dont pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Its cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But you still dont pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Its cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But you still dont pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention Hes a slut, hes a hoe, hes a freak Got a different girl every day of the week Its cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

You know what gang violence is, mostly? If somebody shoots your family member Of course you retaliate, You know what I mean? Same thing the U.S does except nobody even shot their family members They see that, somebody bomb a school And all these people get killed So the united states feel like ooh thats messed up We gotta go show em who tha real killers This country was built on gangs, you know I think this country still is run on gangs Republicans, Democrats, The Police Department, The FBI The CIA, those are gangs, you know what I mean The correctional officers I had a correctional officer tell me straight We the biggest gang in New York state Straight up. Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme Introduce a drug called crack, to us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas, now playa what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleeding with three strikes Cant seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this Got these Devils petrified, hiding from my hocus-pocus And so I learned to earn my currency in over time Affiliated, clearly click a military mind May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox Thugged out and drug dealin, from the womb to the block My live mind got me survivin five rounds My forty-five got my fortified with live rounds When shits thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits All hail, Out on Bail, Wrath of the 2Pacalypse Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, 2Pac is back Where my soldiers is at? Where the fuck my soldiers at? Where my soldiers is at? Now I was born as a rebel, making trouble for the devil Take this gang bang shit, to a whole nother level Can you feel me now? Armies in every city Definition of power Players are you with me? See the war is the prophecy Survival is the strategy Rest in peace to my comrades that deceased Walking down the streets of time Youll have these devils petrified of a nigga in his right mind They tell us that we hopeless and hell bound This fo the brothers in penetentiaries jailed down I got you in my heart till tha day I die Think of tha damage we can do, if we wasnt high Can you picture me loc? Its a thugs wrath Political contracts and blood baths For Matulu Shakur up in the Rikers Though they got you, I never let them stop me The struggle continues Now if we do want to live a thug life and a gangsta life and all of that Ok, so stop being cowards and lets have a revolution But we dont wanna do that, dudes just wanna live of character They wanna be cartoons, but if they really wanted to do something If they was that tough, alright, lets start our own country Lets start a revolution, lets get out of here, lets do something We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, 2Pac is back Where my soldiers is at? Where my soldiers at? Where my soldiers is at?

Throw your hands in the sky, nigga Im stickin ice picks on the tip of ya dick Give your testicles a swift kick, aint that some shit? Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth It aint no myth, its a nigga with a spliff And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act? I hope civilized cause I love to see niggas die Brains all leakin out on the street And the pastor preachin He was a good man. Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand Now hes singin sad songs with Elvis Three to the head, bout six cross the pelvis You fuck with the high guy, ya die Yeah the same motherfucker yellin Look up in the sky! Im on some old neck shit, Suplex shit Hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Uh, uh A repetitive loop all I need to destroy A soloist or group, huh, I put it to ya boy Hope you got the scoop, Biggie Smalls, the rap genius I keep the Glock by the penis The cleanest cut, fuck the sluts with the big Humongous butts, huh, I use a rubber, but My style is gushy like the hookers pussy And it dont take a lot of back talk to push me Into flamin em like that little nigga Damien Glock 19 to my motherfuckin cranium Game tight, gun totin motherfucker Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker I tricked em- I gave em work then I sticked em I stripped em, cause niggas dont want the friction Told you before how I bring the dra-ma Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandma-ma Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Aye yo Time to reunite em Yeah Its the Commission, niggas B-I-G lives on No more music, Brooklyn Uh, uh, uh, uh, Lets go! Its fuckin deadly Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down By now you fuckers know this is our crown Bucktown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold Behold the fly-est Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers Jet fuel abusers, sippin Petrus Once Upon A Time In Americas muse You based on us, you fiction Ya eights dont bust, you a constant contradiction Ladies please use contraception Conceptions at a all time high with sexin Use protection You fuckers shoulda never been born, shoulda never got signed How the fuck you got on? How the fuck you got Shawn? Im too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the dance Rubberband man before T.I. was King of New York like B.I. was B.K. all day, its in my blood You wanna see my mask and gloves? What the fuck you want? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga? Two of the worlds greatest Brooklyns Finest The Commission lives on B.I.G. Forever The Biggie Duets Lets go

16 on Death Row, Death Row Thats where mothafuckas is endin up 16 on Death Row Dear Mama, they sentenced me to death Todays my final day, Im countin every breath Im bitter ‘cause Im dying, so much I havent seen I know you never dreamed your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society That doesnt give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preachers there for me Hes a crook with a book That mothafucka never cared for me Hes only here to be sure I dont drop a dime to God About the crimes hes committin on the poor And how can these people judge me? They aint my peers, and in all these years They aint never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan To keep a nigga in the state pen And to my homies out buryin mothafuckas Steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas ‘Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, youre better off gettin shot up Im convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I wouldve known while I was out there Now Im straight headin for the chair Bye bye, I was never meant to live Cant be positive when the ghettos where you live Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death Row They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy Lets face it, shit, basically theyre just playing sick They aint shit, they aint saying shit; spray em, 50! A to the K, get in the way Ill bring 2Pac and them with me And turn this day into fucking mayhem You staying with me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi And just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I getting through to you? You know whats coming? You motherfuckers dont even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top; what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot You put your life in this, nothing like surviving a shot Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit, what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot Shady Records was 80 seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building They meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers Theres nothing spookier You now about to witness the power 16 on Death Row Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death Row Check it, I grew up a fucking screw up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fucking blew up Chopping 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 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 Im sentenced to the pen Remember that little bird? He snitched and told a friend Its trouble on my mind, Im with the old-timers And fuck five-0! Blaow, blaow! Turn em into forty-niners Bye bye, I was never meant to live Cant be positive when the ghettos where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death Row

It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah Its scary, aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to warn us We watched, so many piggybacked off of Biggies back and Pacs, landmarks, history in rap Statistically in fact; its so sad to see us re-enact These tragic events, which lead us back To where we left off on March 9th To come from such hard knock lives And make it up out of em, hit the spotlights And, once theyre on us this is our lives Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us To see who can last the longest And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from Its origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving Or it could just be somebodys aura, that just horri-fies And applies to his persona or the sizes In his entou-rage that intimidates the people To the point that you know that hes gangster He aint just say shit, you just believe it Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big Im been about my business since then, so anxious It aint how we live, its what he said, he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent chills through my skin Vicious, Im experiencing the same sights as him Its what excited Obie to write these poems Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken Open up my eyes so theres no limit in them skies When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican Id so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who could give him better signs No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes So possibly Id be popular, huh? Thats the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion And Im addressing the adolescents absent to who he is The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace This is a promise on Diddys honor, Im a father TYanna And teach her that with all the drama dont even bother On repeat, all of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave cause our friendships intact An immaculate concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart, Im yelling God bless Regardless to critics yelling that East/West I seen the game losing, Im just pressing the reset And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally Ima pay homage, Brooklyns finest Whether its Queens or Harlem itll be instant stardom, nigga

The, thick, thick, thick thick, the The, thicky the, the, the Thicky the, thick thick the, the Thicky the, the Thicky the, the, the, thicky thick the Uh, uh Venue after venue Ive been through Come up to the telly so I can bend you Send you to the store, condoms and more Jealous females call you sluts and whores Could it be my hardcore metaphor Makes sweat pour on the bedroom floor? Open up the Lex door, jump on in Im kinda tired, Ima roll blunts while you spin You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin Splurging, Dom P., Rose Much foreplay, thats my forte Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death She looking for a man, honey, he just left Violate me, he get beat to death Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left Grand Marnier increase the don strength Two four-fifths within my arms length With a calm breath I say, We got to float Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen And you mean too , eyes greenish blue Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu Beautiful, thats how the night goes Get out them tight clothes, get in some night clothes I invite those girls that smoke lah Keep it real with you, you keep it real with I We be tight like frogs ass Have you screamin, Biggie, Biggie, give me one more chance What? Would you ride with me? Would you lie for me? Would you get high with me? Would you die for me? Would you ride with me? Would you lie for me? Would you get high with me? Would you die for me? These hoes dont treat you like I treat you Like my contacts, I can see right through Dont they know me and you is stuck like glue? Queen Bitch means number one and two Wifey, yall aint got to like me Go head and act dumb, youll just catch a hot one Yall know where Im from Bucktown, lay your ass down You dont wanna play around Probably just mad because Frank chose me A fly cutie, you just a groupie Girls call my telephone just to hang up While me and you is in the crib, laying up Oh, he aint tell you that we live together, huh? And that we gonna have a kid together? Whatever, me intimidated, never Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim Anyway, I fuck better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you If I fuck another nigga, it dont mean nothing B.I.G. is in my heart from the start Whether broke or rich, Im a stay his bitch Chicks who used to be around, where they at now? See I dont care bout them other broads B.I.G. kept it real with me, and thats that Would you ride with me? Would you lie for me? Would you get high with me? Would you die for me? Would you ride with me? Would you lie for me? Would you get high with me? Would you die for me?

Yeah Youre now entering the mode of the Notorious Biggie Smalls Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, representing This one going out to Brooklyn Yall know what time it is Its going out to all the gangsters All the pimps, players, hoes and bitches Yall know what time it is So this what I want yall to do I want yall to grab your Dutch Masters And yall White Owls and yall Phillies Umgh, get you a fat sack, pint of Hennessy and lay back Gonna do this one for my man Mister Cee, representing all day, every day And all you other tape niggas and bootleggers, stay in the house Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down So any time youre ready Mister Cee We gonna get hardcore on these homos Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, hard-core Uh, representing, Biggie Smalls in the house, uh, check it, uh Biggie Smalls is the wickedest Niggas say Im pussy, I dare you to stick your dick in this If I was pussy Id be filled with syphilis Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, getting rida ya Got it locked like the penitentiary Niggas mention me for MC execution Who ya choosin, the wack MC Or the Black Fat MC Jack Dempsey will start shaking All its taking, is some marijuana and Im making MCs break fast, like flap-jacks and bacon Back spins, the windmills, whos still the gin-drinker Ill-thinker, exploding when the paper hits the ink-ugh Take the Gangster Chronicles, turn to page 6-6-6 Holocaust, B.I.G. the merciless Niggas press they luck-and They get a butt-fuckin Straight up the ass Raw dog with the rash And I dont fuck with the condoms The condoms is a problem from the AIDS getting sprayed Diseases, B.I.G. pleases MCs across the seas is just the way, I crush my prey, hey Im crazy and deranged Blowing niggas out the frame, simple and plain But getting back, to the black rhinoceros of rap B.I.G. took a loss, how preposterous is that, nigga Recognize Notorious Biggie Smalls, 94 Ready To Die

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

Uh-huh... Its that Dirty Money Uh-huh... Its that Dirty Money Uh, aint no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man You wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD! Cryin, know my friends is lyin Yall know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin aint the shit, but its pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Its that Dirty Money Came from Heaven just to sing a song for you To the rhythm of my love for you And now its beatin slow, and you know, this the end of the road When I sing that slow song, for you And love was nothin but another gun for you And I would hide it in my helpless soul Im not afraid to go down the road, where we go? I dont know You can hear em callin, dont you? When the angels call like... Yo-hoo! If you dont wanna stay, you can go! It seems love dont live here no more The angels are flyin so loud, singin to you Hes the one you love And hes the one you trust Time is runnin out When theyre callin you When the angels call like Uh, uh, uh, aint no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man You wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD! Cryin, know my friends is lyin Yall know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin aint the shit, but its pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Fallin, for you I will tell the angels, No, let em turn back into stone I do love you its true Fire, climbing We ignore the angels call! They were warnings after all Its cool, if Im, with you When the angels call like... Yo-hoo! If you dont wanna stay, you can go! It seems love dont live here no more The angels are flyin so loud, singin to you Hes the one you love And hes the one you trust Time is runnin out When theyre callin you When the angels call like

Yo C-Gutta, where you at? D Rockafella Cease-A-Leo DeGenero Blake 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 cant 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 MCs man they aint sayin nuthin Rockin on, to the break of dawn Meet the bitch, get the pussy, get the math, Im gone What? It aint no more to it

Bad Boy baby Yeah Yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A Yeah Yeah B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 Born Again Come on Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy The weak or the strong Who got it goin on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin on? Youre dead wrong Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers Hail Mary, full of grace Smack the bitch in the face, take her Gucci bag And the North Face off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? Im out like The Vapors Whos the one you call Mr. Macho The head honcho, swift fist like Camacho I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics Make up to break up Niggas need to wake up Smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She dont remember shit, just the two hits Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick And your moms aint ugly, love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House Of Pain and Bobby Brown I was Humpin Around and Jump-in Around Jacked her then I asked her, Whos the man? She said, B-I-G Then I bust in her E-Y-E Repeat Chorus Twice Theres several different levels to Devil worshippin: horses heads Human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism Animals having sex with em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I dont get into that, I kick the habit, I just Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, Im lyin I got a nine in my pocket, and baby Im just Dyin to cock him Hes ready for war Im ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My uz is as Heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didnt have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread Red on the wall Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wed on the third, then shes dead on the fourth Im dead wrong Repeat Chorus Twice How many licks does it take to the center of my Tootsie Roll? How many nuts to the center of your booty hole? Hold on, shorty, cause Im about to slap this groupie nigga Jab this fluesy nigga, watch em bleed, then shit dookie, nigga Spooky nigga, you gettin skinny like you Pookie, nigga Blood spill got you laggin out like that soupie nigga Smoke this Lucy nigga, time passin on the frank mic Watch em dyin slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color My goons lay the flood, leave you layin, drippin blood Then ended up fingerfuckin your mother at a strip club We dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden Fascinated how all of this street shit, we straight mother Fuck it We thug rugged to the tenth power Like B.I.G. was listenin So Gimme The Loot for the past ten hours Another dick Hear the click of my gun cock Same mentality when I was scheeming on a lunch box Gimme that! Twenty-focused and Im sorry Campbell Im taking from you and your wife and run the baby Pamper Repeat Chorus Til Fade

Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts Yeah, I pop plenty shit Chump, Im making hits No time for the crack rock and shit Took it to another level Now Im getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know its me Hoes, I thought you know Im smooth as a babys ass Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just cant understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah, yall, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers For the burner, catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self; from Brooklyn, where else? Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop What you think, Im stupid? My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep I throw a bomb through your window Burn you up and your ho I catch your mama going to therapy and cut her throat Your little sister walking home from school I abduct her, then I fuck her I hit your park close up with the Louisville Slugger B.G.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherfucker I was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters Cluckers, you know I got em, two for one, my nigga Im on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on Thugging is my thing; if Im beefing, Im banging Slanging, its in my nature, gotta be about my paper Haters, I dont like em; bitches, I dont trust em Niggas, I cant stand em, I creep down and pluck em Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine Niggas trying to pull it off, pop, goes the nine Thats how it got to be in these uptown streets And a nigga like me, I play the game for keeps I remember when niggas slang heroin up in balloons I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, bitch Want some old nigga? Fuck with me, Imma do em, shit Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but dont respect him Put my foot in their rectum right after I dome checked em I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper in ears when they gonna mention me I been out doing it for years--since elementary Real good relationship with guns and drugs Because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs Everything is my own shit cause I dont fuck with scrubs I dont need you harassing me when Im up in the club Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub Quarter, kis, and halfs is what I sling, cause thats what I love I know you bitches know that I aint to be played with Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split They die quick, fucking with Turk, wodie get whacked Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back And trust that, aint bout to let no nigga steal me Fuck that, I bust back with a .223 Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep Innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split Na, Na, its iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy Come from under my shirts and flipem and reverseem Im coming so alert them fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting You havent seen the worst and Im right near you and my gun blast quick, dog Could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog I aint got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again And we wont stop, get money niggas

You... You... You... You... You... You Gotta let it show Im coming, Im coming Out Im coming, Im coming out Im coming Yo, Im coming out Like the sun after rain Ready to shine No time to be playin Feeling good, gonna get get What I want, gonna show Erry, erry, errybody how I front Look at me now How my confidence is soaring Dudes be impressed With the points Im scoring like And it just dont quit Watch the kid drop his jaws When Im shaking my hips Shes coming out Its time to take a stand Show the world that Im coming out

Hey yo, Enuff, man! What you got to drink up in here, man? Im thirsty Big slam, quick slam, tin can, whatever Whether too cold or too hot, you got to keep Pepsi in the freezer I keep a 3 liter for my crew My girl like them diet joints too For when she watch her weight, crack the top I cant wait Other sodas taste the worst -- I dont even converse If it cant quench my thirst what you in my fridge for? What you wanna live for? Life with the dry mouth Hot like the south, flash out ya 12 ounce and renounce Nothing can beat the P-e-p-s-i Yes I drink it constantly; cop it by the case, tastes great, less filling Non-alcoholic I can feed it to my children Tell em Biggie said, Drink it all; dont test me! Nothing else beats a Pepsi, if it is, lets see..Im thirsty

We here We aint going nowhere Yall motherfuckers dont know what beef is 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 well be seeing Will reach the fucking ceiling, check it My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock Drop top notch playa hating wont stop This instant, rappers too persistent Quick to spit Biggie name on shit Make my name taste like ass when you speak it See me in the street your jewelry you can keep it Thatll be our little secret See me B that is, I that is G whiz Motherfuckers still in my biz Hope they know my nigga Gutter fucking kidnap kids Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge Thats how it is, my shit is laid out Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out Yall got to go, all I make is one phone call All yall disapear by tomorrow All your guns is borrowed, I dont feel sorrow Actually your man passed the gat to me, now check this Whats beef, beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep Beef is when your moms aint safe up in the streets Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU Whats beef, beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU Check it I done clapped at the best of them Been caused the death of them These dudes dont want no more, shit is affecting them Tops popped off, them niggas from the bridge Just be, wildlin on you line that red dot on you, Dont know or warn you, catch them all hogged up Sober that ass up with clips, the ratchet spit Number one with the buddhaka, henny-sour diesel Aint no telling what I do to ya Its obvious ma you aint fucking keep it moving ma Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow they shot em in their cars I wish I was there, I would of shot back all em They fire return fire put it right back on em Sacrifice myself for you no problem, In the flames I burn for my niggas thats gone And the niggas that took the hits on my niggas you been warned Ps not the one, Hav not the one You try to run up on us, we already busting the guns Theyll be nothin but smooth sailing When I spit shots, now your crews bailing All I got is heat and tough talk for you Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher Watch me set it off like Vivica Here lies your demise, close your eyes Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten Pale blue hands get cold, your souls risen Its bad cause I just begun What make the shit real bad I was having fun Attention MCs........Attention MCs Beef doesnt happen on records Beef does not happen on records You dont know what beef is, You dont want no beef you fucking fake studio ass gangsta Rapping motherfuckers!, Fuck outta here!, Beef is B.I.G. not being here, Beef is your love ones not being here, Beef is every so-called ghetto superstar that rose To the top and dropped just as quickly, On some bullshit Whats beef 2006? Whats beef Yall motherfuckers dont know what beef is, Fuck all yall Bad Boy Bitch we still here

What? Heres another one What? What? Uh! Heres another one Uh! Uh! Live from NYC, its Q.B The heavyweight champ, female MC Girls say they different but uh see In all actuality, they wanna be me This chick running around with this stink ass gap And them fake ass raps having panic attacks You aint a star And your record company know that How you make all this money, get this far and blow it Im a businesswoman now so Im not concerned Id bet on Lil Cease before you and your Firm If this was back in the days I wouldve been snatched you Im getting money now Them bitches in the hood they can have you Stop paying these niggas to write yall shit For the right cream Id write a hot sixteen Better be careful what you say to me That same shit you shit Ima make you sniff Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG Get it, Shyne tryna sound like him when they rhyme You aint a murderer Nigga, please come off that Im next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped Bum ass nigga dont even know how to bust a gun ass nigga You dumb ass nigga Rappers acting out the late Frank Whites path Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail Id rather find him by a boat doing the deadmans float We gangsters Real gangsters b Gun in the green room up at BET We gangsters Real gangsters nigga Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter We gangsters We gangsters bitch Even more dangerous now were filthy rich Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh The moral of the story is this You aint queen bitch And you aint BIG dick Now Im pissed niggas on some 10% Dis Well shit Ima break it down like this Lot of rappers in this game Thats cool but uh Only one of us could rule You see its sort of like being in school Im valedictorian yall in the audience And Ive got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes You got nine hundred and ninety-nine nopes You local bitch Im worldwide Cant you see? Open your eyes I got you by a landslide Yall mad cause niggas love my style Colgate smile, Im a bad bitch child Cats be frontin like they one tough cookie All my real gs do the gangsta boogie Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh

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

Aight, aight, aight, y’all know whos in the house Y’all know whos in the house Yo, all y’all motherfuckers get the fuck away from the mic Get the fuck away from the mic You know what time it is The Notorious Biggie Smalls in the house Say word up, say word up Word up for all the bitch-ass niggas Yeah, they got Third Eye from the group holdin’ the house Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, we got Naughty by Nature in the house Yeah, we got them vile-ass Onyx niggas in the house And its about to be a big thing, too Get down, nigga I wanna speak up on a beat down T-Dubs heating up the motherfucking streets now This time I break apart the only swollen phony ones Whos home? Bony ones Cant fuck with the only ones Ask the rody, holy one Ass whipped fast, slow ass, dont have, broke Heard a nurse pulled a steel toe out your asshole Even Apaches on your path, him and your punk ass boyfriend Youre gangsta? We dont sweat your ass Who wants that smoke? Just one minute, one nigga with one AM Want some straight big shit Like today was tomorrow yesterday It aint just your neighborhood I hold So when I roll, there goes your whole motherfucking zip code A real nigga coming up with the rumor If I cant suck you later, then bitch fuck you sooner I’m playing trooper like a party pooper Shoot ya in the Timber boots, you got moles From my nose to my skin super So you flip the shit, ayo you flip the shit I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit No, no, you flip that shit, no, you flip this shit But I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit Ayo, you flip that shit, nah, you flip that shit I don’t want that shit, nigga, you flip the shit Ayo, you flip the shit, nah, nah, nah, man, you flip that shit I don’t want this shit, nigga, you flip that shit All you niggas better leave the fuckin state No need to masturbate Fuckin with Biggie, its time to castrate Its clobberin’ time When I rip rhymes, I quench thirsts like Very Fines And Im still thirsty, niggas wanna hurt the six-pack maniac Tote TECs, and MACs, black Check the stacks, what the fuck? I throw uppercuts like Riddick Bowe And Im wicked with the slow flow, you know? Im pressing hard, Im leaving creases Cutting up bodies and talking to the pieces It gets deep, kid, deep enough to touch the bone Brooklyns own Al Capone Get stoned off the blunt when its filled with the skunk Get drunk and do a demolition to punk And all chumps that scream that my shit dont thump They catch lumps and bumps, I put the shaker in your rump Ayo, you flip that shit, no, you flip that shit I dont want this shit, nigga, you flip that shit No, you flip the shit, ayo, you flip that shit I dont want this shit, nigga, you flip that shit No, you flip that shit, no, you flip this shit But I don’t want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit Ayo, you flip that shit, ho, you flip that shit I don’t want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit Yeah, ayo special request, dig up in your chest Thats my nigga West , my Budacest motherfucking bees nest Big, watch you stick when I wink and I nod 3rd Eyes raw, well take your life like God For the glory of ya Have you heard of this murderous gunslinger nigga swingin? I’m into bringing drama, run to mom-dukes I smoke Buddha, I’m smokin’ the blunts of the skunk And I get funky like manure In the Bronx, swervin mirrors in Intelligent militant, that’ll lose 100 percent Ayo, fuck your set cause thats nonsense I keep bodies in the cemetery, lets make em conscious And that nigga West is on a mission Uh-oh, I dont be bullshitting Ill stomp a mudhole in your butthole I rip and I flip that quick like you shouldve let me get that Man, I dont want it, take this shit back So you flip that shit, no, you flip that shit I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip the shit Ay, nigga, you flip that shit, nah, nah, you flip that shit I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit Hey, you flip that shit, but I dont want that shit I dont want that shit either, nigga, you flip that shit No, you flip that shit, will you flip this shit? But I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit Ayo, gimme that shit you fuckin bald-headed bastard What, the evil nasty acid? Yeah, the shit that burn they asses So ashes to ashes? Blast with the ghetto gas And Im going, niggas knowing Im showing my Razzamatazz-manian Devil rebel style Niggas know we fuckin wild Im wild, Im wild, hes wild, so wes wild So capture the rapture! The black disaster I swear to fuckin god Ill raise hell and make the white man call me master Im 666 and need to repent to the pastor So fuck the radio, they closed your ears but read my lips, I rips And if you eat my words Ill leave you strung like um It was on the tip of my tongue But now its stuck between my throat, I cant breath for a lick If Onyx ain’t the top pick, you must be suckin’ a glass dick Just like his motherfuckin mother Yeah, she swallowed the babies And youll suck the motherfuckers that we biting, getting rabies Cmon, man, you flip that shit, nah, you flip the shit But I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip that shit Ayo, you flip that shit, why, you flip that shit I dont want that shit, nigga, you flip the shit Ayo you flip that shit, nah, you flip that shit But I dont want that shit, here, you flip that shit Nigga, you flip the shit, but I dont want that shit Nigga you flip the shit, you better flip this shit

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and Now, they say you aint never suppose to envy no man Cant tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plenty of dough, man Icy Audemar, Henny gold band With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan Thats why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan Trust its gon bust you roll on us Know its gon blow fo my dough Why would you try with that guy? Scene told you hed keep it G We can bang like the two chains on my neck The hood is Iraq, Im Hussein in the jects The coups up, take the new lane for a sec 12 thump, new Kane in the deck nigga Right now with a squeezer in a cuzzi And Im goin out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and count it Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it Im cool as Hell but shes too excited Her man look like he wanna fight But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me Knowing that theyd rather be stabbing me All up in my back trying to take my track When I used to sell crack I aint had problems like that Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool Next who wanna move is getting blasted Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard As I release masterpieces like adhesive Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast MCs have a hard time believin Im Marked For Death, Hard to Kill like Steven When Jake come, Im leaving, the black mans motto You got a better chance playing lotto What you want nigga? They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and count it Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it Im cool as Hell but shes too excited Her man look like he wanna fight But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth Ayo, now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street The general consensus is youll be the dominating fleet Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops The kings of the crack music and the kings of the clubs Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder Thats why most of these niggas little songs be sounding like ours Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine Yeah, I took a little time to cook and show you whats really hot How the fuck any of you niggas think you filling my spot? Why you niggas getting mad at us? We shit on your floors All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach Snoop, Fab, Big and Bust of the stand if you cant reach Lets go They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and count it Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it Im cool as Hell but shes too excited Her man look like he wanna fight But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I? Bust a shot for me and Big from the ville from the sky Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick Canary bangle-round I aint gon 20 carrots on this bitch Pull up the Phantom, show em how we switch From the Bentley blinds spur kill em with the six Bedstuy what up yall, what up with your girl How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work Im in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn whats your chrome Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck On Nastrand Ave, aint the same since Homo got touched Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit See Im a beast with it, fucking til Im crippled Ill Na Na, squeezing the llama Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa Run for your gun you suckers B.I.G. Im a get them motherfuckers Dont you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie I got a few chickens thats gon work that noogie In the Lac with a sack, go and put it on the mat What it do nephew Uh, turning it out, run in your house Gun in your mouth, motherfucker, quit running your mouth They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sit and count it Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it Im cool as Hell but shes too excited Her man look like he wanna fight But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth What you really want from a nigga?

Yeah, this is, uh, an untouchable funk You know what Im sayin? This is for all the players and playettes Wherever you at, you dig? Im talkin about from this side to that side East side, west side, your side, my side Its all about being funky, man Ayo, give me that microphone Its Heavy D, the baritone and Im home alone Dig it, and Im always stayin freshly dipped on 1-2-5th Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff Okay, okay, okay, okay, its Heavy D again Hallelujah, Im on your TV screen again You see me on your MTV and on your BET And on your local focal point video show Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an eagle No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the thugs ‘Cause they still my people Im dynamic punks panic when they see me They get all shook up when my mics hooked up, lets get it on! Untouchables at your door All you whack rappers hit the floor Untouchables at your door All you whack rappers hit the floor How shall I plead? Forever thuggin on a quest to get Gs Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed Im under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin Thinkin niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink Wonder why the police dont wanna see me stackin Gs They after a player, but I wont let em capture me I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine I cant sleep, close my eyes and see wicked things I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber Preoccupied with homicide, my lifes in danger Rollin down the 405, beware of strangers Hand on my 4-5; thats what the fame does Im probably wrong, but Ill never know until Im gone From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me Before the penitentiary, lets get it on! Untouchables at your door All you whack rappers hit the floor Untouchables at your door All you whack rappers hit the floor I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do I have all the honeys saying, Go Pu! I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C I turn food stamps to green stamps, rough power amps And sold weed under corner lamps But now Im just microphone talkin So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walkin Niggas got more game than Genesis Seen a movie made in LA, now everybody menaces But them youth dont trouble we Because they fall victim to what they see, hey I keeps it Reel To Reel, like my last album title song But I understand, it takes a year for niggas to catch on Hit em in the head, dog, so lets get it on, yeah Split the dutches, fill it with the skunk We about to get wicked in the joint, uh Notorious is glorious, uh Niggas know whos the mind-blower The weeds grower, have you seein doubles like Noah The rhyme flower B.I.G., top-notch With the Glock, check your pockets and your sockets Its just the way my pops taught me When you throw the drop, check em thoroughly The bastard might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggas dont make no moves When Im slingin in the hood, I dont fake no moves, aight? Reminiscin on my swinger days When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves Yeah, she had the Gucci boots, I had Cerruti suits Oshkosh-begosh, Coca-Cola, lookin real cute Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown MAC-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream, earrings You know the drama Biggie bring, lets get it on Untouchables at your door All you whack rappers hit the floor Untouchables at your door All you whack rappers hit the floor

Its all about the Pentiums, baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Its all about the Pentiums, baby Its all about the Pentiums, baby Its all about the Pentiums! Its all about the Pentiums! What yall wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9 to 5, chillin at Hewlett Packard? Workin at a desk with a dumb little placard? Yeah, payin the bills with my mad programming skills Defraggin my hard drive for thrills I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM I never feed trolls and I dont read spam Installed a T1 line in my house Always at my PC, double-clickin on my mizouse Upgrade my system at least twice a day Im strictly plug-and-play, I aint afraid of Y2K Im down with Bill Gates, I call him Money for short I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support Its all about the Pentiums, what? You gotta be the dumbest newbie Ive ever seen Youve got white-out all over your screen You think your Commodore 64 is really neato What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito? Youre usin a 286? Dont make me laugh Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half? You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette Youre the biggest joke on the Internet Your database is a disaster Youre waxin your modem, tryin to make it go faster Hey fella, I bet youre still livin in your parents cellar Downloadin pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar And postin Me too! like some brain-dead AOL-er I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller Youre just about as useless as JPEGs to Helen Keller Its all about the Pentiums! Its all about the Pentiums! Its all about the Pentiums! Its all about the Pentiums! Now, what yall wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9 to 5, chillin at Hewlett Packard? Uh, uh, loggin in now Wanna run wit my crew, hah? Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do? They call me the king of the spreadsheets Gotem all printed out on my bedsheets My new computers got the clocks, it rocks But it was obsolete before I opened the box You say youve had your desktop for over a week? Throw that junk away, man, its an antique! Your laptop is a month old? Well, thats great If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight My digital media is write-protected Every file inspected, no viruses detected I beta tested every operating system Gave props to some, and others? I dissedem While your computers crashin, mines multitaskin It does all my work without me even askin Got a flat-screen monitor, 40 wide I believe that yours says, Etch-A-Sketch on the side In a 32-bit world, youre a 2-bit user Youve got your own newsgroup, alt.total-loser Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax Whered you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks? Play me online? Well, you know that Ill beat you If I ever meet you Ill control-alt-delete you What? Its all about the Pentiums! Its all about the Pentiums! Its all about the Pentiums! Its all about the Pentiums! What yall wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9 to 5, chillin at Hewlett Packard? What?

Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin cold Thats how we already know, winters here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt Thats just all he know, he dont know nothin else I tried to show em, yeah I tried to show em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Goin on you with the pick and roll Young La Flame, he in sicko mode Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, thats Nike boys, hoppin out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now its-its 4 A.M and Im back up poppin with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin fruits And they chokin, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Some-Some-Some-Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Pl-Pl-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak To win the retreat, we all in too deep Pl-Pl-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak Yeah, this-this shit way too formal, yall know I don’t follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls aint got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put em all in a group Hit my eses, I need the bootch Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, Hop in, you comin too In the 305, bitches treat me like Im Uncle Luke Had to slop the top off, its just a roof, uh She said, Where we goin? I said, The moon We aint even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, its just the pool Now I got her open, its just the Goose Who put this shit together? Im the glue D-d-d-dont stop Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Someone said D-dont stop Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance Someone said Shes in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy 767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block Made a right Cut the lights , paid the price Niggas think its sweet , its on sight Nothin nice , baguettes in my ice Jesus Christ , checks over stripes Thats what I like , thats what we like Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like Im Sheck See the shots that I took , wet like Im Book Wet like Im Lizzie I be spinnin Valley, circle blocks til Im dizzy Like where is he? No one seen him Im tryna clean em Shes in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land Had me out like a light Like a light Like a light Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly Sendin texts, aint sendin kites, yeah He said, Keep that on lock I say, You know this shit, its stife, yeah Its absolute, yeah , Im back, reboot LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah We back on the road, they jumpin off, no parachute, yeah Shawty in the back She said she workin on her glutes, yeah Aint by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah Bout a check, yeah, just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, Ima show her what it took Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook Yeah

After realizin, to master enterprisin I aint have to be in school by ten, I was in Began to encounter, with my counter... parts I holla burn the block apart, break it down into sections Drugs by the selection, some use pipes, others use injections Syringe sold separately, Frank the deputy Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson, 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 dont need no man Stay far from timid Only make moves when your hearts in it And live the phrase Skys The Limit Why do you keep On whispering Talking with your face turned away You say that love Dont come easy for you What makes you think Im not afraid? Ever since I met you I could beat the pressure Its like your man dont understand All he does is stress ya I can see your state of misery from the introduction It aint about no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day Late night phone conversations would that be OK? I dont wanna take up all your time, be the next in line Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind I can see youre cautious and Im careful not to scare you But anticipation of love making got you shaking when im standin near you News of precision will prepare ya in case you get scared Just ask the man in the mirror Now the pictures gotten clearer all he does is hit you hard I tell you to leave him and you tell me keep my faith in God I dont understand, I just wanna bring ya home I wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own Why do you keep On whispering Talking with your face turned away You say that love Dont come easy for you What makes you think Im not afraid? A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that When I was young I had two pairs of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays, on Wednesdays While niggas flirt, Im sewing tigers on my shirt and alligators Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later Here come the drama, oh, thats that nigga with the fake, huh, 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 clocking, here comes respect His crews your crew, or they might be next Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try So we roll with em , stole with em I mean loyalty, niggas bough me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch Why do you keep On whispering Talking with your face turned away You say that love Dont come easy for you What makes you think Im not afraid?

N-O Its the, N-O Recognize a real Don when you see one Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see one Sipping on booze in the House of Blues Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see one Sipping on booze in the House of Blues R-I, O Recognize a real Don when you see one R-I, O Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O The game is mine nobody do it better R-I, O Sipping on booze in the House of Blues N-O Its the, N-O Recognize a real Don when you see one Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see one Sipping on booze in the House of Blues Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see one Sipping on booze in the House of Blues Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see one Sipping on booze in the House of Blues Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see one Sipping on booze in the House of Blues R-I, O Recognize a real Don when you see one R-I, O Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O The game is mine nobody do it better R-I, O Sipping on booze in the House of Blues

Im livin rough and raw Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane Hustle till the mornin, never stop until the cash came Was hyper as a kid Cold as a teenager On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major I bet you got it twisted you dont know who to trust So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas Hit em up, Westside! Aint nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, Californias where Im at - right? Passed by while these niggas wonder why I got shot but didnt die Let em see whos next to try Did I cry?, hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggas still ballin Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin Im raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle Just to feed all my people Lyrically, Im so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga Yall spit saliva, and I spit lava I got the fearless flow Dont get near this ho, if you scared to go I keep it gangsta And why should I change that? Fuck you old mothafuckas tryin to change rap But aint you the same cat That sat back when they brought cocaine back? Im tryna get me a Maybach How you mothafuckas gonna tell me dont say that? You the ones that we learned it from I heard nigga back in 1971 I can say what I wanna say Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it Click, click, boom, just as soon as we hit the room You can hear em holla Goon Squad! in this bitch Let me hear you holla Goon Squad! in this bitch Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave! in this bitch So who am I gonna call on when I aint got them boys with me And the situation gets a little sticky? Imma dial 911 like a mothafuckin punk Fuck that, blah blah, Imma call that rude boy from Detroit Trick, trick, quick come pick me up! Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front Theres some chump up in this bitch Poppin some junk, cause hes drunk And we may have to fuck his ass up, cause uh, somethin smells a lil fishy And I dont like the way his boys keep lookin at me So homie, come get me Wonder Boys what up tho, I see you, rock bottom yeah I see you Detroit motherfuckers till we die Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin Now everythings good in my hood And its on and poppin, Eazy-mothaphukkin-E from east side south Compton Straight givin up the real On how a nigga feel Talk that shit, motherfuckers caps get peeled Layin low in the cut Gettin high than the mothafucka, 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-mothaphukkin-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 (2pac: Bet you got it twisted, you dont know who to trust So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us Ballin in the fast lane Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas Hit em up, Westside!) Well it be the real niggas back with that hard street shit Bitch niggas be pissin a fit, but I say fuck em when I buck em Its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit for your ass Takin niggas back through the past All up on my nuts, shit be swingin like a fist Cant even take a piss, if I did niggas would cut they wrist In a motherfuckin candy 4, beat that ass with the switch Then blast, on the bitch who was all in my shit Its that nigga Ren back for the 9-5 They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive, so Im, puttin it down with that nigga E For all of my niggas in the C-P-T So here we go again with part 3 of the script, makin bitch-made niggas bite they lip when we dip So tell me how the fuck do it feel To get hit with the motherfuckin real? Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up Got introduced to the game, got an ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks over night The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Run from the police, picture that Nigga Im too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight, laid back I got some money to make motherfucker Did I cry? hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Nigga still ballin I can say what I want to say Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it High speed chase, 405 is the freeway Swangin my, bangin my, swangin my Coupe Deville Scoop! DeVille, like that, right back Top for the hill Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband Swimmin underwater like Im Aqua Man I used to drink gin, now its vodka man Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand Pop yo band, dont try and stop the plan Rocky land, step back and pop yo man Spaced out, caked out, no bug a boo Flipped out, cripped out, nigga what it really do? Time brings change so I changed my name Tryna take flight while they clippin my wings Groupie ass niggas see ya chippin the game With nothin to gain, plop, plop, pop and I bang If I sell a little crack Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I die in Iraq Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I take you for granted Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I fuck up the planet Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it

Chill Twan, damn man! That nigga Big got somethin to say? Yo Big, whatchu got to say Big? Yeah, yeah Special shoutout to my man MC Homicide and DJ Fatal Twin one and two my man Milk My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew Yall know how we flow And Ima drop it like this yall Oh what a feeling! Drivin in my four by four Girlies galore, B.I.G. on the door Chrome trimming with the smoke tint Givin chumps a hint as I count my mint Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note All from sayin rhymes that B.I.G. wrote Blunt, I take a toke, but only if its weed Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy Pass to D or maybe movin solo Never with a skeezer by my side, thats a no-no Tell me I aint the flyest nigga that you ever saw Live in action, guaranteed raw! Whos coming through? Yall know who! Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated Your rhymes aint shit; they must be constipated Many awaited the heavyset brother from Fulton Street To drop a rhyme to a funky beat Expellin MCs as if I was at Sarah J Or boys and girls at any school around the way Opponents, pupils, but Im the principal Hard to beat, damn near invisible Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life Makin money smoking mics like crack pipes Flippin bombs, stayin calm, givin my people my palm And sayin rhymes is an opium bomb Yes its me, the B.I.G Competition ripper ever since 13 Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street Makin loot, knockin boots on the regular Pass the microphone Im the perfect competitor Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that Chumps steppin to me, thats where they took a fall at! B.I.G. without burner, thats unheard of I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner Quick to smother a punk motherfucker Undercover, word to mother, Im above ya And I love ya cause youre a sweet bitch A crazy crab, ya might make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta B.I.G. is a born, trooper Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta Stay dipped and Im not a booster So whatcha got to say? This mackin word is bond Theres no other assumption, I got it goin on Im not conceited, my friends tell me this Even my mother be noddin her head to this Makes her proud to see her one son get loud Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed RAW Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya As ya follow this yeah, I gave a toast to ya crew See, they popped on ya like a kernel They didnt realize that the beef was eternal Internal injury thats what youre soon to see B.I.G. keeps company Sometimes in my waist, if Jake come, Im boatin Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and Ill be floatin to your punk part of town Anybody fronting, they better duck down Dont get mad cause I grazed ya You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldnt get a good hit Shit, I was aimin for the melon But the kick of my three-pound auto theres no tellin Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed raw! And you dont stop, and you dont stop You keep on To my man Milk, and Thai Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect Most definitely Sent a shout on

Pictures of plenty, sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi—automatic kill for pennies Approach for contact cause Im live I multiply Soon as I open fire niggas die wit open eyes Scare to take a nap, its a trap a long maze Dreamin of gettin stacks, makin scratch the wrong way What the song say, we murder motherfuckers daily Black out blow the track out, my lyrics never fail me Its like a throne that he dont even own He wont sit down give him a crown he just throws it around Its like a joke hes like a king but he dont do a thing He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the room or want the loot hes in it for the sport Running circles round his competition on the court He appreciates your support but he aint begging for it And you can love and you can hate it But you cant ignore it, you cant be that ig-nor-ant But you can try to sell him short But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And If Im fronting man you better come confront me for it The pin stripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt Im sewing tigers on my shirt And alligators Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later Here come the drama, oh Thats 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 Dont go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein dreams in they sleep But dont fall asleep Dont go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein dreams in they sleep But dont fall asleep Often, its a young nigga, in a coffin Tryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh Bleek a high to hot guy, turned cold Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul Dont cry, he chose the life Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight How you smile at a momma when she lost a child? I inhale strong weed then release the stress Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West Like yay-yo Niggas pull out when I say so Commence to poppin motherfuckers copy it fatal Efficiently I delete then flee The art of war, livin sucka free, get wit me Motherfucker dont sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein dreams in they sleep But dont fall asleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein dreams in they sleep But dont fall asleep

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

Yes indeed once again For those who dont know What the sounds of the youngest DJ in charge Ron G I wanna say whassup to Mary And this that uptown classic Give it to em Take em uptown to the Polo Ground Take em uptown to the Polo Ground Take em uptown to the Polo Ground Take em uptown to the Polo Ground We are lovers through and through And though we made it through the storm I really want you to realize I really want to put you on Ive been searching for someone To satisfy my every need Wont you be my inspiration Be the real love that I need Real love Im searching for the real love Someone to set my heart free Real love Im searching for a real love Oh when I met you I just knew That you would take my heart and run Until you told me how you felt for me You said Im not the one So I slowly came to see All of the things that you were made of And now I hope my dreams and inspiration Lead me towards a real love Ive got to have a real love Love so true and oh, baby I thought that love was you I thought you were the answer To the question in my mind But it seems that I was wrong If I stay strong maybe Ill find a Look up in the sky Its a bird, its a plane Nope, its Mary Jane, aint a damn thing changed Kickin ill flava with the Teflon Don Wreckin shop, gettin props She got it goin on So whats it gonna be? The real one, the fake one Ya need a minute to think for whom ya better take What up? My time is up Peace out to brooklyn Helpin Daddy-O, hey yo, bring the verse in So I try my best and pray to God Hed send me someone real To caress me and to guide me Towards a love my heart can feel Now I know I can be faithful I can be your all and all And give you good lovin through the summertime Winter, spring and fall You see Im searching for a real love And I dont know where to go Ive been around the world and high and low And still will never know How it feels to have a real love Cuz it seems theres none around I gotta end it in this way Because seems he cant be found Its that flavor Thats what Im talking about Aint no other way to explain it

Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Relax and take notes, gun smoke, gun smoke I just want the paper I just want the paper I just want the paper I just want the paper Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Relax and take notes, gun smoke, gun smoke I just want the paper I just want the paper I just want the paper I just want the paper M.E.M.P.H.I.S Ima rep this here til I walk upon death My demise aint here, dont hold your breath Cook heat over beats so Im somethin like a chef Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushes Eat dick like its delicious, and grant a pimp wishes She dig my country talkin, she say I sound funny Embassy suites sittin on the bed countin money Illegal hustlin, dirty money mostly Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin Look at my face you can tell I seen both of em I stick n move, do my biz, get the dough and dip My chronic habit, heavy weed, man, in every city My money big so my airplanes lil bitty Major visibility, bad boy lieutenant Black Phantom with the black guts and Im in it Fuck it! Ima blast off, take my mask off Blow your fuckin ass off, give me the cash, cause M-J-G not playin no games If you not speakin good, dont be sayin my name Nigga, no it aint OK with you, within a day or two Ima track you down and pull a muthafuckin rape-aroo Aint no way you niggas can hide I can get you in the house, I can get you outside Ima load the pump up, lay down, jump up Surprise, everybody finna help me with my come-up Damn, I done made all of yall shit yer jeans This look like it might be a job for Mr. Clean Ole bootleg nigga, yous a knock-off, an imitation Local-ass kingpin nigga with a limitation You dont want no drama with me ’Cause I got the ghost of Jeffrey Dahmer with me Suckas wanna see me fall, fall like a ton of bricks Itll never happen, dawg, Project Patll play it slick Flick when Im in the ride, nine-million homicide Done when ya come wrong, shoot suckas in the dome Always about the cheese, didnt wanna go there He dont wanna pay me, where he stay lets roll there Whats crooked as a crooked letter, humpback, humpback Soda cook the dope together, jump back, jump back Meet any weather cock, it pump back, pump back If ya bust it first, Ima dump back, dump back Down South we gon hustle to the rooster crow My nose runnin still cause a nigga used to blow If pockets low Ill let ya know A hair-trigger thatll bust Ima tell ya what to do Dont be hesitatin fool

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical dooches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies The back of the club, sippin Moet is where 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 Benzs 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 x3 Throw your hands in the air, if youse a tru playa To the honies gettin money playin niggas like dummies If you gun up in your waist, dont shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonite that should be havin my ba-by Baybee, uh Straight up honey really Im asking Most of these niggas think they me mackin, but they be acting Who they attractin with that line Whats your name, whats your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind Ask you what your interest are, who you be wit? Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon be here for a while, Im gon call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two Or three o clock, Lil Ceas pull the truck up out the parking lot Roll a blunt cause he like to spark a lot Steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and 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 movay, in the jaccuzay, bay-bay Nigga, Versace down Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin, Niggas starin Now I got my pants draggin in the Benz wagon Raggin sippin D.P on my way to D.C The biggest willies, smokin phillies Thai & skunk together, Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that I steps in where the Mo and the Hoes at Niggas know the better on the Coogi sweater Butter leather, chrome beretta see You know who that nigga be Shit you aint know, ha ha, Thats the stride for ninety-five Baby Straight up playerlistic mentality You just do your thing, Cause Im definintley gone do mine And we gon hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of Can you feel me?

Hey what it is pimpin Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G Ya understand what Im saying P.S.C. pimpin! Yall already know what it is man, its a bad boy thing man Grand hustle collaboration, Yall already know man Boss Hog whats happening A-Town pimpin! Slim Thugga! I roll strapped Glock 40 in my lap I rap but still think like Im grinding in the trap Trying to adapt to the change from the streets to the game Cant be selling CDs and still selling dem thangs Cause snitches drop names and bring alot of problems And putting somthing in they head the only way you gonna solve em Jackas stay plotting watching your every move And the minute you snooze will be the minute you lose, dude Thats the rules so I cruise with the tools To fix the damn fools that think Im slipping with my jewels Breakin old habits so hard to do Thats why you see me on the same block with the same crew And everybody sitting fat living good And Im the only nigga that be rapping in my hood I was raised by the hustlas, and ganged by the Gs And taught by the bosses how to stack that cheese You got rich and G shit is still a part of you Cause breakin old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew Cause breakin old habits so hard to do When on shot that nigga like I started to Cause breakin old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership crackin open cigars in the coupe Man cause breakin old habits so hard to do Damn it feel good to see people up on it Flipped two keys in two weeks and didnt flaunt it My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer Than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit In my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci Bulletproof vestes under they coochie Spittin my uzi, dont lose me, my trigga niggas represent Drivin dirty in J-30s gettin bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin niggas with punany, like Connie And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I wont go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White Im squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shits tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my shorty flying in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rentals I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo, bricks of blow all in it I was taught to sell the shit, you put your nose all in it Let my bitch drive the Benz but the Rolls off limits How you call yourself pimpin, with hoes all in your buisness What it is, the music business or the streets make a decision I do this in my sleep, and you way out your division pimp This game we play for keeps, and the rules remain hidden This aint a place for lames and that snitching shit is forbidden After sitting in the kitchen and whipping with hopes of getting back All that off a brick to go blow it, so it even 50 stacks And now Im sitting back, thinking about a time When a nigga get a 100 gs, think he went down But now look for loyalty in the game, it aint there And things aint the same they changed it aint fair Real niggas dead, doing their time and aint here You commit the same crime and come home the same year

DJ FORGOTTEN Luke White On The Beat You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain? Id rather sing about the same things that we claim Such is bashful, but niggas like a task force Mobbin on the streets and robbin stores in ski masks, bruh Niggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence Cause its a game of cat and mouse and you gon bleed silent Whats the justice in sayin, Fuck it, and grab the pump? Then kill a woman with many children? Makes you a chump Look in all the stores you wreckin, nigga, I reckon Think about the people who own it for bout a second I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair But sure, youd rather hear me say, Fuck the black prejudice Lets murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant Views,” and etcetera, knives thrown Damage em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, oblivious I wont dare say that you should stop the fuckin ignorance Murder opps, killin shit, Id enjoy the thrill of it Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin em Auction em, dont you bark at em, murder em, never heard of em Biggie! 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 my lifetime dream! I mean, I wanna 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 wanna 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 a great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Thats right, bwoy, its goin on, right here Thug Life, God bless the dead God bless the dead and buried, nigga, dont worry If you see God first, tell him shit got worse I aint mad, I know you representin the crew And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy Sayin shit dont stop, nigga, no pity We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams Money makin motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time My epitaph will read was the last of Gs Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed God bless the dead God bless the dead

As we proceed To give you what you need Bad Boy mothafuckas Im proud of myself, you know Im saying? West coast mothafuckas East coast mothafuckas Aint nothing wrong with that, Im fucking proud of myself Thats why I sound the way I sound B.I.G mothafuckas And the way I walk the way I walk, the way I talk Lets Go I tell em watch close, nigga jot notes If you use my approach, you could dock boats Yeah, you could get exposed to all that Girl, you know Im hard to get a hold or contact Probably overseas with business owners and all that Flights to Minnesota with dinner over a contract See, lame niggas gonna do lame shit How you flexing when your crew aint shit Nigga, you aint shit Probably trick on something you aint hit Try to do me but the shoe aint fit, and your jewels aint lit So tell them niggas I said break bread off You know, spray lead off, take heads off Break law pay feds off You aint never meet pop You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied too I slide through back of the Maybach But I do something 52 with a fly do, how you? I dont know you yet but Im trying to I leave your mind blew if you dont mind trying to climb through New portals on time yeah I think its time to Never slip up, one of the homies get picked up Sell all the whips and switch the cribs up Get my dick sucked by mermaids Black shades hermès The whole last winter I went through a fur phase Yeah, that summer 32 Effortless Bad Boy shit And we wont stop, cause we cant stop B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah Puff Daddy, New York, yeah Bad Boy, yeah Unstoppable Unstoppable Maybach Music Big blunts and grass, Maybach on a dash 40 carat gold Cartier on a class Mink coats with shooters in of the Land Cruiser My maneuvers sparking these lil rumors Duffle bags, Percocets, the Rugers Still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers Danny Glover, up the pistol, pussies undercover Propositions and proposals, bring em on the double Raising the Ks in the days and Jaylen that brain is amazing Top tier, egotistical when he arrogant Skyscraper, kilo up in the cabinet For bad bitches who snort lines the fourth time Cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine East Coast fat boy, he be so braggadocios Air forces, mansions, and Im on the ocean Benefits, free my niggas, Im talking fish and grits Immigrants came a long way up out the tenements Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried With my march, got out of prison February Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain Bad Boy, Buggatis in all four lanes The script flip when the spliff lit Double M cruise ship with a thick bitch Click, click, uh, uh, uh Niggas talkin it but aint livin it Crystal pops Im sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator trunks bitch, rollin blunts with the williest of the willy Heckler Koch, M-1s and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wondering if Im a fuck with her She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana drippin Big poppa never slippin H-class diamonds shinin Dinner with the wifey winin, dinin Smoking cigars in Bogota With Colombian niggas named Panama Enrique and shit Games we play life endin Bitches bending over with ease For a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stocked Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of em Advancin from duplex to mansion Stashing keys, hidin Gs overseas VCRs in my Vs Game elevates, money I make Into stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands Discussing plans with my mans Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system That leaves my rear views tremblin What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my rings its a Frank White thing I stay potent Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it Youll see Youll see

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle.. Im just lookin for a big yellow; In six inch stilettos Dr. Dre {​Hello..}​ perculatin keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin, yo bitch is hyperventilatin Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin Gangbang affiliatin; MC Renll have you Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon {​Get to dialin..}​ 9 1 1 emergency {​And you can tell em..}​ Its my son hes hurtin me {​And hes a felon..}​ On parole for robbery Aint no coppin a plea, aint no stoppin a G Im in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga Im a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a ho, let it go, dick aint edible Nigga aint federal, I plan shit While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Villain blows up yo spot Take yo notebook yo bitch and yo Glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her ass thats alarmin Cause she want my Worm like Carmen We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo niggas Scarin motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks Makin niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein dick Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo fine ass bitch Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle Same time same channel dont change the dial Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Yeah, Yeah, and you dont stop, and you wont stop, and you 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 ... I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? 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 overdoser Nigga you scared youre supposed to Nigga, I toast you, 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 I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

After the show its the after party then After the party its the hotel lobby and After the Belve then its probably Cris And after the original its probably this L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell Battle anybody I dont care who you tell I excel, they all fail Im gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the... Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, ones we can depend on La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party We dont cause trouble, we dont bother nobody, were Just some men thats on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right Fight the power, fight the power Let me hear ya say Fight the power We got to fight the powers that be Straight out of Compton, crazy mother- Hey, hey, hey, no, no Jimmy, weve been through this before You are not straight out of Compton You are straight out of upstate New York Thats right, yeah yeah I guess I just thought with the movie being what it is and all Ya know big, everybodys talking about it Everybody is talking about it Lets talk about something else Lets talk about sex baby Lets talk about you and me Lets talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be Lets talk about sex Lets talk about... Stop, Hammertime Stop, Summertime Here it is the groove slightly transform Just a bit of a break from the norm Cash rules everything around me: CREAM, get the money Dollar, dollar bill yall – “Mo Money Mo Problems”] I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see Informer, ya no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom down I lick your boom-boom down I lick your boom-boom down No, you dont lick your boom-boom down I lick your boom-boom down You dont lick your boom-boom down Lick boom-boom No, you dont lick your boom-boom down Down, down, down, down Im going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Now, usually, I dont do this but uh Go head on and break em off wit a lil preview of the remix Its the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin that body Got every man in here wishin Sippin on coke and rum Im like so what Im drunk Its the freakin weekend Baby Im about to have me some fun [Chris Brown – Look at Me Now (feat. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes)] Lets go Cause Im feeling like I’m running And Im feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I dont and I wont ever stop Cause you know I gotta win everyday, day Damn, damn Compton I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it but today Im yelling Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe I was running through the six with my I was running through the six with my woe I dont mess with you You little stupid ass trick, I aint messing with you You little dumb ass trick, I aint messing with... Can’t you see the private jets flying over you? Maybach bumper sticker reads: What would Hova do? J is chillin, Jimmy is chillin What more can I say? We killin em Baby, wont you come my way? Got something I want to say I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Your mom busted in and said, “Whats that noise? Its Justin and Jimmy singing Beastie Boys You got to fight for your right to party You got to fight for your right to party Hey, everybody let me hear you say Parrrrrrty Justin Timberlake, Jimmy Fallon History of Hip-Hop 6 Lets start the show

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

Aaaahhhhhhhhhh No rapper can rap quite like I can Ill take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand Not the last Mafioso Im a MC cop Make you say Go Justin, and do the wop Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made Party at the jammie til lights the night fade Trooping for the feature we all get paid So lets go Im glad you called, but Im not home But Ill be back before too long You gotta speak your style, and your number too And this is all you got to do Wait for the beep You gotta leave your number, gotta leave your number Wait for the beep Kick it Wild thing Wild thing Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And Id like to take a minute, just sit right there Ill tell you how I became a prince of a town called Bel-Air What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man Whats your man got to do with me? I got a man Im not trying to hear that, see I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if yous a true playa Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Doggs definitely in the house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Rows definitely in the house Just hit the east side of the LBC On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G Seen a car full of girls, aint no need to tweak All you skirts know whats up with 2-1-3 Straight Outta Compton, a crazy motha-- (Hey hey hey, hold on a second Wait wait wait Youre straight outta Compton?) (Not straight Yeah yeah, Im Straight Outta Compton) NA-nananaNA NananaNA-nanaNA-nanaNA NananaNA Here comes the hotstepper Im the lyrical gangster Big up di crew ina di area Still love you like that Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean Dont you think Im so sexy; Im just so fresh, so clean Dont this hit make my people wanna Dont this hit make my people wanna Dont this hit make my people wanna Jump, jump The Mac Dad will make you, jump, jump Daddy Mac will make you, jump, jump Kris Kross will make you jump, jump I wish I was a little bit taller I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her If youre having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one Hit me Move bitch, get out the way 99 problems, but a bitch aint one Hit me Move bitch, get out the way I got 99 problems, but a-- but a-- Started from the bottom, now were here Started from the bottom, now the whole team up in here Started from the bottom, now were here Started from the bottom, now the whole team up in here Pour up Head shot Sit down Stand up Pass out Wake up Faded Life we always do at this time I go for mine, I gots to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky I, gotta go for mine, I gots to shine Now throw your hands up in the sky Like this Now theres a backseat lover, thats always undercover And we talk til my daddy say It wasnt me, she was foolin, cause she knew what was she was doin When she told me how to walk this way Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way Walk this way, talk this way

But I wouldve loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit wouldve been incredible Aye you know what Im sayin, it was just happen We have our day, you know? I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean? We keep it, keep it, keep it goin from there Uhh, I drink filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, cause in this world 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 lyin 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 Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo stressed Mo money, mo drama you know a nigga keep his armor Cause the streets are killin Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home Yo, yo The penalty is death, especially when Im mentally stressed My enemies hang with me til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio Niggas talk but they babble cause they aint sayin nuttin If aint blazin somethin with the MAC, Im in the shack bakin muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toastll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, aint no more debatin; my Squad been waitin For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin An orgi-nation of veterans built With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills Invest in the real, dont get left in the hills My TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bles We blessed with the will to never surrender Cause my every agendas in and out Unseen like I entered the ninja, its my world Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo stressed Mo money, mo drama you know a nigga keep his armor Cause the streets are killin Now get your grind on I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggas run Crack pull up, everybody clear out Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out Im in that caddy with my bitch in the pack Your mommy got a body but she itchin to clap And I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packs Listen, dont make me hurt you Im just givin the facts On that I 9-5 swervin to a town near you My niggas watch out for that Black Suburbans And no its not the Feds, man papis home And papi got it good, he could put you on Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops Just to see my niggas eat and shit and huggin the blocks Crack a chastise em, right besides em In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldnt surprise em We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up And niggas get shot in broad day cause we dont give a... Fuck, little niggas on bike and just shoot you All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack Then they call the shit the bomb smack Word to Crack, the God body, the hard body, the realest ever The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never 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 Mor-gan than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces Fuck the screwfaces, cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggas cant bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly Some old school cats that call gats toolies Call blacks moolies, think its cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers , specialize In killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin broads home On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks Bout to make our own porno flicks, my lifes the shit...

+ To my motherfuckin man, fifty grand, the alcholic man Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras Your girl butt cheeks, Im smackin The raw rapper, spot smacker Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker A shy nigga, but I aint ya fuckin comforter And If I ever fall in love, I bet Im fuckin her Ask the hooker, If I didnt jug her She try to front, then I put the Chuckii Booker on her Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, Im Swayze No time for the ill shit Mess with the niggas on that real blood spill shit My rappin tactics, are drastic Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be Filled with energy, niggas never gettin me + Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife Im high off living the life Its clear to see that Im the motherfuckin man, I done learned from the Best of em; Took the first slot, niggas still second guessin em Hoes, Im undressin em, foes, Im not stresin em Outlastin a bunch of em , outflowed the rest of em Cuz everyday, I stay preachin on the pulpit So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit But I wont miss, Im Luda, the heat holder Im rich, bitch! Ive done more shows than Oprah And Im a soldier, ready for whatever Roll with a bunch of niggas that dont know no better King like Coretta, countin mo cheddar Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters When it comes to these women, dog, aint no one fuckin wit me They runnin back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me Thats cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line Menage a trois, its safe to say Im havin hard times + To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy Nigga stop snitchin, nephew, why you tellin me? They say the game aint what it use to be on Used to be a G, but now he just a ho Runnin round poitin fingers, tellin names You fuckin up the rules to this dirty game, and its a diry shame I aint flippin out, thats probably why Im dippin out Yall fools trippin out, that why Im on a different route Now, makin money, havin clout, whats what its all about Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house Now they call me Snoopy Trump I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust Now hats a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; Im livin the life! + - w/o ab-libs

Ayo instantly we blaze trees, before these hoes swing low on Lil Cease The friskiest emcee, quick to mix D.C. and Pepsi Have you broad trippin’ in my Ford Expedition, listen Diamonds and rhyming put me back on top I pop wine with lime ins and the platinum drop For players at them drop ya was like looking shorty chocolate roch I suggest you jump out them clothes too We can go on and on like Erykah Badu Or we can get freaky in the Lex 450 while you lick me Im doing sixty quickly, females and black tails down they hustle up Wanna cuddle up, you shy Im your comforter, I know you love it huh I make you feel right if its real tight young ho aight? I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release you lose teeth like Little Cease Player please blood floods your dungarees And thats just the half for my warpath Laugh now, cry later, I rhyme greater Then the average player hater and spectators Buy my CD twice they see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But thats on a low doe be the cats with no dough try to play me at my show I pull out four fos and go up in there clothes Short change, slut came, abortion came quicker Bought the range nigga. They still tickle me I used to be as strong as ripple be, till Little Cease crippled me Now I play hard like my girls nipples be The games sour like a pickle be, yall know the rules Moved from B.K. to New Jeruz Thinking about all the planes we flew, females we ran through Now the years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back take two Mad because I blew players envious to many players on my... Shit strenuous when my men bust you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya I aint mad at ya Slugs rushin barbassion concussions Catch cases come out frontin, smoking something Sippin white Russians bitch in the Benz bumpin Laced it with the basic six TVs a system knocking mase Face it, we hard to hit, guard your shit, before I hit you With your re-up light the P up, licked shots, woke your seed up Went in the ashtray sparked the weed up, long-kiss Im flaming gats, aiming at, these... Maniacs put my name in rap So part the game is that like it hustle backwards I smoke blackwoods and dutchies you cant touch me Try to rush me, slugs go touchy touchy You bleeding lovely with your spirit above me Or beneath me your whole life you live sleepy Now you rest internally sleepy, you burn when you creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies baptize rap guys With the holy ghost I put holes in most you hold your toast shaky Flip and try to break me, look what you made me do Brains blew my team in the marine-blue, six coupe Skied it out weed it out... Laughing Yo man I can rhyme all night man Ay ay do your thing! I wanna curse man! Ay do your thing man! Its late man Go ahead man Ay just do your thing man, do your thing man Niggas in my faction dont like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fannies, spending chips at Mannies Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo 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 fifty-four draw Theres my pilot, steers my leer, yes my dear Shits official, only, the Feds I fear Heres a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids the dog, everybody dying -- no lying So dont you get suspicious Im Big Dangerous youre just a little to Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold yall breath, I told yall -- death Controls yall, Big dont fold yall, uhh I spit phrases thatll thrill you Youre nobody til somebody kills you

Wooo! Theres gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker! Yall better be swift with that punch button, Jack! Biggie! - Biggie! I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they dont know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay Thats why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s Cause G-E-D wasnt B-I-G I had to get P-A-I-D thats why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they dont know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment, he wasnt tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause Im due in court For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand cause man Come and run with me - I really wanna show you How I run the streets - I really wanna show you How Im clockin Gs - I really wanna show you Come and run with me - I really wanna show you I had the master plan Im in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two TECs And when he start to bust, he like to ask: Whos next? I got my honey on the Amtrak With the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be Lieutenant Bitch got gassed At last, Im literally loungin black Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up; see whats up with my peeps Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead with six to the head Then I got the phone call, it couldnt hit me harder We got infiltrated like Nino at the Carter Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she wont snitch I told her when she hit the bricks, Ill make the hooker rich Conspiracy - Shell be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family A true G, thats me! Blowing like a bubble; In the everyday struggle Come and run with me - I really wanna show you How I run the streets - I really wanna show you How Im clockin Gs - I really wanna show you Come and run with me - I really wanna show you Im seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani Aint tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti Guns and diamonds Bitches put they tongues where the sun aint shinin Take keys til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment This kid he got his crib raided, police found grams They locked up, his whole fam; moms, sister, his old man Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a separate car Cooks it up til its bright white, cut it tight right Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers High technology dealers, to the users and losers Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TVs Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB My niggas die for the cause, .45 on the drawer City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and bras My bitches out of state get busy while they pushin my cars Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut Seats on the Bent stay nasty, push the dash For the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force Cause I know they comin but Im reachin my goal Fuck bummin, Im makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby

And ya dont stop, hit it! Mumbling and whispering is what I hear When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared Why? Im not the stick-up man I dont want the rings on your hand, I dont understand When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh! And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend But this bankrolls they wont spend I dont need em, let the welfare feed em When it come to wassup the peace sign is how I greet em - uh Sometimes they wont get that, sweating me for some chit-chat Bite my lyrics like kit-kats Open your eyes, realize aint no sugar in my tank Out of all my friends, theres just one I want to thank My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great That good things come to those who wait And weve waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A-train Thats why I flip Keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dip, take out of state trips Dont drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip Im a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my specialty And the best is me, so the rest will see B.I.G. dont need to practice Im like a sharpshooter shoot the needle off a cactus Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit I completely defeat the weak - uh Even the strong dont last long Cause Im Brooklyn born, bay-bro Im not a paper gangster of no sort, dont smoke Newports When I get stressed I grab my vest Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick about who we flipped then whipped I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss You know, of course, they took a loss Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand Like sinkin in quicksand, ya need a hand my man Damn, tried to give you the warning sign When I said chill, I wasnt sayin LL rhyme I was telling ya not to flare up Hes about to tear up, Im telling you not to erupt Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh 50 Grand, and Im the BIG Mister Cee.. Yo, here we go here we go here we go here we go here we go motherfucker here we go Can ya withstand this kind of a man Gettin in your ass like sand But this aint a date at the beach lil each And every mc in the place check the speech And ill bet the dough from my show they cant get wit Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit Nah nah nah nah nah love. you cant do it like that love. you got to ride that motherfucker you know what Im sayin? you got to riiide that motherfucker Try to get props on the brother, that pops the most And clocks the most, drops the most shit like a pigeon Listen, to the words Im slippin through saliva Aint a MC liver, Im the rap MacGyver Doin tricks with my lips so quick If you blink you would miss the great style of Chris Dont try to diss, cause I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint Rappers that think they the joint Huh, theyll get the point quicker Faster even, MCs Im leavin until you cant breathin You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya To let ya know that I can fight before I slayed ya Call me Chris, this I insist Anything different will lead to closed fist A wrap up. you dont wanna get tapped up

B Side, B side, ha, check it So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration The Notorious BIG in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, yall know who I be Check it ... I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck Cause your correct way to get your groove on, flossin I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Fucked around and made some shit you cant fuck with They thought luck did it, but it didnt cause Im back again Back with the Big and my newfound friend Sliding in from the front, never way behind Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo hip Brat and Biggie Smalls... Aw, shit! On top of all that, Im so, so remarkable Flow to make you motherfuckers know Aint an MC coming close to touch Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so... Lay on back , light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back , light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want I never knew, niggas never had a clue On who was the king of the street Four deep in the Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat And my nigga just came home from work release Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air Nigga, pass that shit like you just dont care Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs When Im pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist Nigga, no human being, Korean or European Be seein what Big be seein, I leave em peein In they draws, because Biggie Smalls Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ... Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see The Notorious B-R-uh-A-T The raw combination, the destination Number one tote a gun with no hestiation Live with the funkdafied cutie pie Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side If you fuck with her, you got to fuck with me And well be rapping at your motherfuckin eulogy, so ... Lay on back, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back , light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ... I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down The nigga you know who represent them platinum sounds Now baby, Biggie, I done heard that Juicy Didnt find nuthin but truth in the hook Be a pleasure to wreck with a notorious nigga, ready to die I jumped in the Benz, took me a little ride Round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef And told that nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest We Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach, teach a nigga how to really survive Whether it be track or blunt, aint no need to front Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga We comin mass, his pimpin ass, his glass is full of Moet The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen— Lay on back , light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back , light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay back, listen to the B-Side Slide, glide, do whatever you want Get out your lighters We be the rhyme writers Starters ... from the heart of College Park New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go

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-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 Chuckii Booker on her: Why you wanna play your games on me? Bitch, youre crazy, commitments, Im Swayze No time for the ill shit Rest with the niggas on that real bloodspill shit My rappin tactics are drastic Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigre You better be filled with energy, niggas never gettin me So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down Hahhhh, AHHHHHHHH HAH 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 Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down Yeah, yo Odds even, said shoot Asked me the reason, and I said loot Man thats all Im here for, therefore When death declares war, you know what to prepare for Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta Live on your station, the radiationll melt ya Cool - I guess your momma raised a fool You didnt wanna blaze your tool shoulda stayed in school Rap terror, shots through your new era Get it together, yall niggas shoulda knew better Im on point like acupuncture I might, track and hunt ya, smack and punch ya Left side, right side, witcha ho I might slide Runnin wit this big guy, yall niggas is pint-size Dont make a nigga have to show you the pound And show you the sound, thatll put you low in the ground Just 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 Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down I be like: Whaaaat? Let me clear my throat Break the smoke, Missy gotta hit some high notes Heyy! Yo, from coast to coast I burn like toast So dope that I floats through snow, nig-guh Oh, you dont wanna battle me The agony be like: Somebody help me, please! Feel my pressure, never could a bitch flow better In any weather, I biddy-bang-bang in ya, nigga Ah-huh, I used to be the chick to lick the lollipop Now I pop through your body parts Blaow, blaow! You like the way I interact Proceed to smack, any MC thats wack Ah-huh, microphone check one two I do ya tool like them freaks run through your crew Give it to me, ohh, send it to me, ohh But before I get down, wheres my money? 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 Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down (The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH Mack, feelin the funk) Bringin it live to you bitch ass niggas

When you give it all, you get it all What happened to you, yeah From the beginning, knew what I was getting But I was with it and Ill admit that She was clear that once I got up in it Wouldnt be easy for me to let it go For my time, I got money, but money dont buy time I got ahead, something got left behind And the world is yours, just sign this dotted line And in no time, I had Money, clothes, fancy cars Big old cribs, platinum on the wall Seven Grammys, sold out concerts Damn, Ive been working hard Private jets to France Many women, I done had a ball You can say I made it, but Im faded Cause I miss you, can we go back? But the issue is time we cant get back What happened to you, yeah? Come back Cause I miss you, can we go back? What happened to you? Im happy for you What happened to you? Did what I wanted, freaked all the honeys I stayed on they mind, mind was on the money Had whatever, whenever heartthrob forever Black, young, and clever When you give it all you get it all Love would be the only reason to look, baby But once you turn it on, you cant turn it off But picture me complaining with all this Money, clothes, fancy cars Big old cribs, platinum on the wall Seven Grammys, sold out concerts Damn, Ive been working hard Private jets to France Many women, I done had a ball You can say I made it, but Im faded Cause I miss you, can we go back? But the issue is time we cant get back What happened to you, yeah? Come back Cause I miss you, can we go back? What happened to you? Im happy for you What happened to you? What sense does it mean to have everything And nothing at the same time? Where are you? I need you, yeah Im looking for you Girl, come and share all this Money, clothes, fancy cars Big old cribs, platinum on the wall Seven Grammys, sold out concerts Damn, Ive been working hard Private jets to France Many women, I done had a ball You can say I made it, but Im faded Cause I miss you, can we go back? But the issue is time we cant get back What happened to you, yeah? Come back Cause I miss you, can we go back? What happened to you? Im happy for you What happened to you? Wherever you are Things changing time Wherever you are Still the same old you Wherever you are, girl Wherever you are I miss you