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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 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 4 AM 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 Play-Play-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playin for keeps, dont play us for weak Yeah, this shit way too formal, yall know I dont 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 Someone said Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue Someone said Play-Playin for keeps Someone said, mother, someone said Dont play us for weak Yeah! Astro, yeah, yeah Ayy, ayy 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 Shorty 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

I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy and hungry And Im not throwing away my shot! Ima get a scholarship to Kings College I probly shouldnt brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish I gotta holler just to be heard With every word, I drop knowledge! Im a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal Tryin to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable Only nineteen but my mind is older These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder Evry burden, evry disadvantage I have learned to manage, I dont have a gun to brandish I walk these streets famished The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, its getting dark, so let me spell out the name I am the— A-L-E-X-A-N-D E-R—we are—meant to be… A colony that runs independently Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin on us endlessly Essentially, they tax us relentlessly Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree He aint ever gonna set his descendants free So there will be a revolution in this century Enter me! Dont be shocked when your histry book mentions me I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, youll see my ascendancy And I am not throwing away My shot I am not throwing away My shot Hey yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy and hungry And Im not throwing away my shot And Im not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy and hungry And Im not throwing away my shot Its time to take a shot! I dream of life without a monarchy The unrest in France will lead to onarchy? Onarchy? How you say, how you say, anarchy? When I fight, I make the other side panicky With my— Shot! Yo, Im a tailors apprentice And I got yall knuckleheads in loco parentis Im joining the rebellion cause I know its my chance To socially advance, instead of sewin some pants! Im gonna take a— Shot! But well never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in On a stallion with the first black battalion Have another— Shot! Geniuses, lower your voices You keep out of trouble and you double your choices Im with you, but the situation is fraught Youve got to be carefully taught: If you talk, youre gonna get shot! Burr, check what we got Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot Laurens, I like you a lot Lets hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin the pot... What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot Poppin a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is! Oh, am I talkin too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth I never had a group of friends before I promise that Ill make yall proud Lets get this guy in front of a crowd I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy and hungry And Im not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy and hungry And Im not throwing away my shot Evrybody sing: Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey! Whoa Woo! Whoa! Said let em hear ya! Lets go! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I said shout it to the rooftops! Whoa! Said, to the rooftops! Whoa! Come on! Yea Come on, lets go! Rise up! When youre living on your knees, you rise up Tell your brother that hes gotta rise up Tell your sister that shes gotta rise up When are these colonies gonna rise up? Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! When are these colonies gonna rise up? Whoa When are these colonies gonna rise up? Whoa When are these colonies gonna rise up? Whoa Rise up! I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory Whens it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought Id live past twenty Where I come from some get half as many Ask anybody why we livin fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, thats plenty Scratch that This is not a moment, its the movement Where all the hungriest brothers with Something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand We roll like Moses, claimin our promised land And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants? I know the action in the street is excitin But Jesus, between all the bleedin n fightin Ive been readin n writin We need to handle our financial situation Are we a nation of states? Whats the state of our nation? Im past patiently waitin Im passionately smashin every expectation Every actions an act of creation! Im laughin in the face of casualties and sorrow For the first time, Im thinkin past tomorrow And I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy and hungry And Im not throwing away my shot Were gonna rise up! Time to take a shot! Not throwing away my shot Were gonna rise up! Time to take a shot! Not throwing away my shot Were gonna Were gonna Time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! Take a shot! Ri— ri— ri— Shot! Shot! A-yo its Time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin away my— Not throwin away my shot!

Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me Id never amount to nothin To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin in front of Called the police on me when I was just tryin to make some money to feed my daughter And all the niggas in the struggle You know what Im sayin? Its all good, baby baby It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock til my tape popped Smokin weed in Bambú, sippin on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski Im blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, its all good And if you dont know, now you know, nigga You know very well Who you are Dont let em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many Cause youre the only one Ill give you good and plenty I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And Im far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, its the Brooklyn way The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me Now they write letters cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Puttin five karats in my baby girl ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And its still all good And if you dont know, now you know, nigga You know very well Who you are Dont let em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many Cause youre the only one Ill give you good and plenty Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldnt picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two Gs flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin Celebrating every day, no more public housin Thinkin back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps an Ac with minks on her back And she loves to show me off of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty Uh, damn right I like the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive and its all And if you dont know, now you know, nigga You know very well Who you are Dont let em hold you down And if you dont know, now you know, nigga Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many Cause youre the only one Ill give you good and plenty And if you dont know, now you know, nigga Representin B-Town in the house Junior Mafia, mad flavor Uh, uh, yeah, aight You know very well Who you are Dont let em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many Cause youre the only one Ill give you good and plenty Biggie Smalls, its all good, nigga Junior Mafia, its all good, nigga Bad Boy, its all good, nigga Its all good Thats right, 94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well Its all good Who you are Yeah Dont let em hold you down Reach for the stars

Uh, mmm, kyuh R.I.P. to B.I.G.  Classic shit Im lookin for a nigga to give some babies A handful of Weezy, sprinkle of Dave East Man, I aint got no type like Jxmmi and Swae Lees But if he cant fuck three times a night, peace! I tried to fuck 50 for a powerful hour But all that nigga wanna do is talk Power for hours B-beat the pussy up, make sure its a K-O Step your banks up like youre movin that yayo Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay, though I heard she think Im tryna give the coochie to Quavo They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy All these Bow Wow Challenge niggas lyin and shit Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyein my shit Drake worth a hundred mill, he always buyin me shit But I dont know if the pussy wet or if he cryin and shit Meek still be in my DMs, I be havin to duck him I used to pray for times like this face-ass when I fuck him Man, Uzi is my baby, he aint takin a L But he took it literally when I said Go to hell Used to fuck with Young Thug, I aint addressin this shit C-caught him in my dressing room, stealin dresses and shit I used to give this nigga with a lisp tests and shit How you want the pu-thy? Cant say your Ss and shit, uh Dreams of fuckin one of these little rappers Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin one of these little rappers Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin one of these little rappers Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin one of these little rappers Im just playin, but Im sayin I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed Shoutout Desiigner cause he made it out of special ed You wanna fuck me, you gotta give some special head Cause this pussy have these niggas on some special meds Like Mike Tyson, he was bitin my shit Talkin bout, Yo, why you got these niggas fightin and shit? On the, on the real, I should make these niggas scrap for the pussy Young M.A and Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh And I woulda had Odell Beckham bangin the cake Til I saw him hoppin out of cars dancin to Drake I been a five-star bitch, man, word to Gotti Ima do that nigga Future dirty, word to Scottie Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we aint speakin Aint no fat nigga tellin me what he aint eatin YG and The Game with the hammer yellin, Gang! Gang! This ain’t what I meant when I said a gang bang Tekashi want a ménage, I said tre-way Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way Em, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse, then you can play the part I-I aint tryna bust it open in a trailer park Dreams of fuckin one of these little rappers Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin one of these little rappers Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin one of these little rappers Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin one of these little rappers Im just playin, but Im sayin Im just playin, but Im sayin You know Im all bout them dollars I be supportin them scholars I let him give me some brain, but he wanted me to ride it So I said, Fuck it, Im in He wanna cut like a trim And if he act like he know, I let him fuck it again I got them bars, Im indicted Im poppin, Im uninvited I said, Just lick on the clitoris, nigga, dont fuckin bite it I ride his in a circle I turn Stefan into Urkel I go arounds and arounds and Ima go down in slow motion The-then I pick it up, look at it I said, Daddy, come get at it, uh Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it Yeah, they want it, want it You know I flaunt it, flaunt it Im a trendsetter, everything I do, they do Yeah, I put em up on it, on it ¡Dimelo, papi, papi! Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy Ill give it to you if you beat it up like Pacqui, Pacqui I-I-I-Ima kill em with the shoe No ceiling is in the roof And Im big, give me the loot 12 cylinders in the coupe I get dome with the chrome, no tellin when Ima shoot I just bang, bang, bang, real killas is in my group Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin where its humid And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans Im in LA Times more than when niggas lootin And my flow spit crack, I think that nigga usin He done bodied everybody, in closing, these bitches losin Usin, usin up, a bitch movin No, I aint stuttered and no, I aint Ruben Damn, a bitch snoozin Shoutout to my Jews, lchaim, Rick Rubin Big fat titties, yes, they be protrudin I be like, fuck em, fuck em, bring the lube in I be like, fuck em, fuck em, bring the lube in

Worst— Motherfucker never loved us Fucker never loved us You aint know, now you know now Still at it, scrub Js with a toothbrush Shit, niggas still playing my old shit But your shit is like the police askin us questions Nigga, we dont know shit Flexin—nigga, Im just flexin Nigga never loved us Do it look like we stressin? Look at you, look at you and look at you Aww, Im glad that they chose us Cause, man, its a mission Tryna fight to the finish just to see, am I finished? On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Im on my worst behavior Dont you ever get it fucked up Motherfuckers never loved us Man, motherfuckers never loved us Worst behavior Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Worst behavior Hold up, hold my phone Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Now you want to roll one Motherfucker never loved us So everywhere we go now, full cup Always hated the boy, but now the boy is the man Motherfucker, I done growed up You know me? You know me? Im liable to do anything when it comes to that you owe me You owe me, you owe me Bitch, you better have my money when I come for that shit like O.D.B On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Im on my worst behavior Dont you ever get it fucked up Motherfuckers never loved us Man, motherfuckers never loved us Worst behavior Mothafuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Worst behavior Whos hot, who not? Tell me, who rock, who sell out in stores? You tell me who flop, who copped the new drop Whose jewels got rocks Who else making rap albums, doing numbers like its pop? Same old pimp, Drake, you know aint nothin changed With these funny style niggas, we done put on in the game I just ask for some blessings at my grandmothers grave Then its back to L.A., open the mail, starin at the check Enough to make you throw up, man, its gross what I net Im with my whole set, tennis matches at the crib I swear I could beat Serena when she playin with her left Oh, where I reside it look like a resort inside Nigga, where your shit from? I imported mine Bar mitzvah money like my last name Mordecai Fuck you, bitch, Im more than high My momma probably hear that and be mortified This aint the son you raised who used to take the Acura 5 a.m. then go and shoot Degrassi up on Morningside For all the stuntin, Ill forever be immortalized Yeah, back and forth across the borderline Hate to leave the city, but Ive got to do the overtime Gone all the time, even the important times I should let you know ahead Im comin back on my worst behavior Remember? Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Hold up, hold my phone They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Worst behavior

Uh, uh, check it out , uh Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh Uh yeah, yeah Nine-fo To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin Moët is where youll find me The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crews behind me Mad question askin, blunt passin Music blastin, but I just cant quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3 I got the chronic by the tree cuz I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin money, playin niggas like dummies I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please dont shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin my baby , baby Straight up, honey, really Im askin Most of these niggas think they be mackin, but they be actin Who they attractin with that line , Whats your name? Whats your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind And ask you what your interests are, who you be with Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon be here for a while? Im gon go call my crew, you go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welchs grape Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon do What we came to do, aint that right, boo? Forget the telly—we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke Ls while you do me I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin money, playin niggas like dummies I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please dont shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin my baby, baby In mansion and Benzes Givin ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats, strapped with infrared beams Choppin Os , smokin la in Optimos Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows A foolish pleasure? Whatever I had to find the buried treasure , so grams I had to measure However, livin better now, Coogi sweater now Drop top BMs, Im the man, girlfriend Yeah, honey, check it Tell your friends to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit, we can do this every weekend , alright? Is that aight wit you? Yeah, keep bangin I love it when you call me Big Poppa Throw your hands in the air if yous a true player I love it when you call me Big Poppa To the honeys gettin money, playin niggas like dummies I love it when you call me Big Poppa You got a gun up in your waist, please dont shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin my baby, baby Check it out Nine-fo shit for that ass, uh Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Represent, baby, baby, uh

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

Uh, uh, Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas dont think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there ery night Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do somethin to us, talk go through us Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin, aint sayin nothin So I just speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packin, askin, Who want it?, you got it, nigga, flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it 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 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 I put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami, D.C. prefer Versace All Philly hoes go with Moschino Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi Now whos the real dookie? Meaning, whos really the shit? Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass Gonna blast, squeeze first, ask questions last Thats how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin about blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars Ill still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff Your daughters tied up in a Brooklyn basement Face it, not guilty, thats how I stay filthy Richer than Richie, til you niggas come and get me 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 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 I can fill you with real millionaire shit Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly Wreck it, buy a new one Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with Flows, girls say hes sweet like licorice So, get with this nigga, its easy Girlfriend, heres a pen, call me round ten Come through, have sex on rugs thats Persian Come up to your job, hit you while you workin For certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly Hit em with the force like Obi Dick black like Toby Watch me roam like Romey Lucky they dont owe me Where the safe? Show me, homie 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 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 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 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 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 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

I thought Id probably die in prison, expensive taste in women Aint had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes Nose bloody from that sniffin, your heroin addiction Trigger finger itching, fuck parental supervision This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi I aint kidding, hide your kittens, hit your childrens with that Smith and A bunch of ignant little niglets, hardheaded, never listen Purp-purple sippin, finger twistin, teeth glisten like its Memphis A bunch of hypocritic Christians The land of no religion My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin then its Christmas Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition For my Benjis and my Bentley And them bitches now I gets-gets On the road to riches, a diamond ring, designer jeans Choking on that biscuit til Im no longer existing I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me Who said you cant live forever lied Of course, Im living forever Ill forever, Ill live long You cant ever deny my force Im living forever Ill forever, Ill live Riding through your city like that motherfucker mine Or toting on that semi, rob a motherfucker blind License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989 But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine Lost your motherfucking mind, whats on your mind? Niggas talking down Never talk to cops Make him talk to God when I tote that 9, he aint talking now Tell em watch your spine, I mean watch your back Better guide your track, better not look back Now stay in line, dont step on cracks So you break her back, Im talking bout your mom Cause theres killers in my town Making hits, sniffing lines Out committing crimes Wait for shit to simmer down Corrupted little minds 8 and 9, finna shine On the grind Do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya Where they shoot without a purpose Services n hearses Kids who aint deserve it Cant survive a thing, youre worthless Strangers make me nervous Whos that peekin in my window with a pistol to my curtains? Who said you cant live forever lied Of course, Im living forever Ill forever, Ill live long You cant ever deny my force Im living forever Ill forever, Ill live Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit And that bitch know we poppin so she poppin on this dick Nigga, RIP to Pimp, cant forget Little Flip And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six Who said you cant live forever lied Of course, Im living forever Ill forever, Ill live long You cant ever deny my force Im living forever Ill forever, Ill live

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Its the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga cant tell me nothing about this coke Cant tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin niggas Niggas on the corner I aint forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas Ive been in this game for years, it made me a animal Theres rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know How much dough you hold cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy specially If that man fucked up, get yo ass stuck up Number two: never let em know your next move Dont you know bad boys move in silence and violence? Take it from your highness I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number three: never trust nobody Your momsll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up Number 4: I know you heard this before Never get high on your own supply Number 5: never sell no crack where you rest at I dont care if they want an ounce, tell em bounce! Number 6: that goddamn credit? Dead it You think a crackhead paying you back, shit, forget it! 7: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood dont mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number 8: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me: If you aint gettin bagged stay the fuck from police If niggas think you snitchin they aint tryna listen They be sittin in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin Number 10: a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you aint got the clientele, say hell no! Cause they gon want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these rules youll have mad bread to break up If not, 24 years on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed Your girl fucked my man Jake up Heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half a cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10.......10)

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Seems to me that youll take B Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly Ima tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically niggas cant see me Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it Know the bitch fore you caught yourself lovin it Nigga with a Benz fuckin it Doesnt it seem odd to you? Big come through with mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes Whos the killer: me or you? We forgive you, for you know not what you do 7 A.M. woke in the morning With Hen and caffeine and green and nicotine No-Doz so pop a couple of those Lil RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean, make it gleam Deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally steamed With my instrumelody, and heated, especially for your team And a .45 indeed will beam In between the scenes, destroy your dreams You willin to die? Well see How many flee when I cause the scene? We mean mug, Mo Thugs, trained to be perfect disciples When its survival, tongue is a double-edged sword Triple six rivals spittin fire This the real truth, bitch, breakin out for lies My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddon, shits expired Its wild, bless the child, the one that became a man Put in positions off in the Clair All that I had to do was stare Test me now, contender; never no surrender, no pretend Pick up my pen in my hand One of my trusted friend-friends Hey, open the last seal for real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin: baby, we aint marchin, we shootin In daily recruitin, theres a thug born everyday in the ghetto We start em off little, we give em a bible And a pen and a pad to hit the label—kick it, nigga! Nigga roll with Bone up into the dank spot To the dome with a shot of burb Never get tossed to the curb Be feelin that urge to splurge But Im broke as fuck, Sin, give me that Mossberg swerve! Up into my bag cause I gotta get my mask and shells To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off Get em hauled off, nigga, yall loss Take it all off, got a nigga caught off For the pump now Leatherface, sin runnin thuggin and cuttin Little Mo Hart want to pull it aint nothin Bitch if you steppin we buckin them guns that’s fucked up Now let me get done with the grime Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a state to get done with the crime Smokin the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But really we be servin them dummies, see? Gotta buck him on down If he come back talkin like, Give me back me money! Thuggin with me killers Need us a liter of liquor but niggas aint got shit With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol Now who ready to get bent? Nigga like me fiendin for them green leaves But I aint had no dough Gotta make some money So Im makin my dummy rocks if I go broke Its Bone and Biggie, Biggie Its Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Its Bone and Biggie, Biggie Its Bone and Biggie, Biggie Its Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Its Bone and Biggie, Biggie Lets ride, lets ride, lets ride, lets ride Get high, get high, get high, cmon Lets ride, lets ride, lets ride, lets ride Get high, get high, get high, cmon, cmon Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya with magic Droppin down lead but I call it my gadgets With an automatic status, we spray Time to load the Glocks, but Im thinkin not Theres another evil force tellin me to do what I gotta do So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin tonight And Im always runnin from the boys in blue Biggie, blues on my ass Now I pull out the cellular phone to call Bone, Whats happenin? Grab artillery, a nigga start packin Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin And I did him, hit him right between the eyes The spot was wise; wanna test a nigga size, itll cost him Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit Yall get mo murdered all day, all day We done paved the way and Im on the run Ima call my boys and bring all the guns Yall niggas wanna have a little fun with number one, one, one? 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The issue on the table: France is on the verge of war with England And do we provide aid and our troops to our French allies or do we stay out of it? Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval The only person you have to convince is me Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir When we were on death’s door, when we were needy We made a promise, we signed a treaty We needed money and guns and half a chance Who provided those funds? France In return, they didn’t ask for land Only a promise that we’d lend a hand And stand with them if they fought against oppressors And revolution is messy but now is the time to stand Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he Would rather not have this debate I’ll remind you that he is not Secretary of State He knows nothing of loyalty Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty Desperate to rise above his station Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation Ooh!! Hey, and if ya don’t know, now ya know, Mr. President Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response You must be out of your Goddamn mind if you think The President is gonna bring the nation to the brink Of meddling in the middle of a military mess A game of chess, where France is Queen and Kingless We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket Would you like to take it out and ask it? “Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?” “Uh… do whatever you want, I’m super dead.” Enough. Hamilton is right Mr. President— We’re too fragile to start another fight But sir, do we not fight for freedom? Sure, when the French figure out who’s gonna lead ‘em The people are leading— The people are rioting There’s a difference. Frankly, it’s a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality Hamilton Sir Draft a statement of neutrality Did you forget Lafayette? What? Have you an ounce of regret? You accumulate debt, you accumulate power Yet in their hour of need, you forget Lafayette’s a smart man, he’ll be fine And before he was your friend, he was mine If we try to fight in every revolution in the world, we never stop Where do we draw the line? So quick-witted Alas, I admit it I bet you were quite a lawyer My defendants got acquitted Yeah. Well, someone oughta remind you What? You’re nothing without Washington behind you Hamilton! Daddy’s calling!

Now, whos hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop? Whose jewels got rocks? Whos mostly Dolce down to the tube sock? The same old pimp, Mase You know aint nothing change but my limp Cant stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales, call it love or luck You dont believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up We dont play around, its a bet, lay it down Niggas didnt know me 91, bet they know me now Im the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Cant no Ph.D. niggas hold me down Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty And then you yell, There go Mase!, there go your cutie I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see Im the D to the A to the D-D-Y Know youd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots, rip all the spots Rock all the rocks, cop all the drops I know you thinking now, When all the ballin stops? Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now well still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we wont stop Now what you gon do with a crew That got money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours? Violate me, thisll be your day, we dont play Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way ‘Cause it aint enough time here Aint enough lime here for you to shine here Deal with many women but treat dimes fair And Im bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yea, yea, yea I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see B-I-G P-O-P-P-A No info for the DEA Federal agents mad ‘cause Im flagrant Tap my cell and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage, the girls boo too much I guess its ‘cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch? Never that! If I did, aint no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your Rolies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player, please Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin’ Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O Heres my phone number, your man aint got to know I got the dough, got the flow down pizat Platinum plus like thizat Dangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see Whats going on? Somebody tell me I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see I dont know what they want from me Its like the more money we come across The more problems we see

You know what free is, nigga? Whats free? Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be Free is when the TV aint controllin what we see Told my niggas, I need you Through all the fame, you know I stayed true Pray my niggas stay free Made a few mistakes but this aint where I wanna be Before Im judged by 12, put a 12 on my V Told my niggas, I need you Stay up, I know these times aint true Real life, whats free? Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London I keep stackin my money, Ill need a ladder by summer AK shots, niggas duckin stray shots Been a top dog, thats before the K-Dots Crackin in 06, immaculate showmanship Talkin like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip Holdin on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick With them people, you never been on a list Mona Lisa to me aint nothin but a bitch Hangin pictures like niggas swingin from his dick We so different, you thought these didnt exist The Megalodon never seen on his wrist Im from the South where they never make it this rich God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit Walkin the pavement, I pray Im illuminated Over a decade and never nobodys favorite Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff My amigo, a million grams and we countin em up You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track Screaming gang gang, now you wanna rat Racketeering charges caught him on a tap Lookin for a bond, lawyers wanna tax Purple hair got them faggots on your back Whats free? Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be Free is when the TV aint controllin what we see Told my niggas, I need you Through all the fame, you know I stayed true Pray my niggas stay free Made a few mistakes but this aint where I wanna be Before Im judged by 12, put a 12 on my V Told my niggas, I need you Stay up, I know these times aint true Real life, whats free? Fed investigations, heard they plottin like I trap 20 mill in cash, they know I got that off of rap Maybe its the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts Or the billionaire from Marcy, and the way they got my back, uh See how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh Locked me in a cell for all them nights and I wont snap, uh Two-fifty a show and they still think Im sellin crack, uh When you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him facts Tell him how we fundin all these kids to go to college Tell him how we ceasin all these wars, stoppin violence Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it I think they want me silenced Oh, say you can see, I dont feel like Im free Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet Judge bangin that gavel, turned me to slave from a king Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string Just for poppin a wheelie, my people march through the city From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city You can tell how we rockin, soon as I pop up we litty Poppin like Bad Boy in 94, Big Poppa and Diddy And niggas counted me out like my accountant aint busy Thats five milli in twenties, sit up and count til Im dizzy Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy Is we beefin or rappin? I might just pop up with Drizzy like Whats free? Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be Free is when the TV aint controllin what we see Told my niggas, I need you Through all the fame, you know I stayed true Pray my niggas stay free Made a few mistakes but this aint where I wanna be Before Im judged by 12, put a 12 on my V Told my niggas, I need you Stay up, I know these times aint true Real life, whats free? In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved Three-fifths of a man, I believes the phrase Im 50% of DUSSÉ and its debt free 100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B Roc Nation, half of that, thats my piece Hunnid percent of TIDAL to bust it up with my Gs, uh Cause most of my niggas wont ever work together You run a check up but they never give you leverage No red hat, dont Michael and Prince me and Ye They separate you when you got Michael and Princes DNA, uh I aint one of these house niggas you bought My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours My spou- My route better, of course We started without food in our mouth They gave us pork and pig intestines Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave You came back, reinvested and gentrified it Took niggas sense of pride, now how thats free? And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh I aint got a billion streams, got a billion dollars Inflating numbers like we posed to be happy about this We was praisin Billboard, but we were young Now I look at Billboard like, Is you dumb? To this day, Grandma fraid what I might say They gon have to kill me, Grandmama, Im not they slave Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre Rappin style used by me, the H-O-V Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas aint near free Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hairpiece? I survived the hood, cant no Shaytan rob me My accountants so good, Im practically livin tax free Factory, thats me Sold drugs, got away scot-free Thats a CC, E-copy Guilt free, still me And expect me to not feel a way to this day You would say yall killed me Sucker free, no shuckin me, I dont jive turkey Say Happy Thanksgiving, shit sound like a murder to me Smoke free, all of yall callin out toll free Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me Sugar free, seasoned but Im salt free You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free I promise World War Three Send a order through a hands free Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you cant ignore the hand speed On god, its off the head, this improv but its no comedy Sign I fail? Hell nah Hahahahahahahahaha

Yeah, motherfuckers better know Huh, huh Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls Huh, yeah My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib Turned him self in, he had to do a bid A one-to-three, he be home the end of 93 Im ready to get this paper, G, you with me? Motherfuckin right, my pockets lookin kinda tight And Im stressed Yo, Biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the fuckin gat The first pocket thats fat, the TEC is to his back Word is bond, Ima smoke him, yo, dont fake no moves Treat it like boxin, stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you aint got to explain shit Ive been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships With the same clip and the same four-five Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die Thats my word, nigga even try to bogard Have his mother singin, Its so hard Yes, love, love your fuckin attitude Because the nigga play pussy Thats the nigga thats gettin screwed And bruised up from the pistol whippin Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin Then Im dippin up the block and Im robbin bitches, too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldnt give a fuck if youre tnangerp Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant Im slammin niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When its time to eat a meal I rob and steal Cause mom duke aint givin me shit So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous Crazier than a bag of fuckin angel dust When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? When hes stickin you and takin all of your money Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Big up! Big up! Its a stick up! Stick up! And Im shootin niggas quick if ya hiccup Dont let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece The opposite of peace, sendin mom duke a wreath Youre talkin to the robbery expert Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt Dont be a jerk and get smoked over bein resistant Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that Before you get your grave dug from the main thug Three fifty-seven slug And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one grip One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip Motherfuckers better strip, Before you find out how blue steel feel From the Beretta, puttin all the holes in ya sweater The money-getter, motherfuckers dont know better Rolex watches and colorful Swatches Im diggin in pockets, motherfuckers cant stop it Man, niggas come through, Im takin high school rings too Bitches get for their earrings and bangles And when I rock her and drop her, Im taking her door knockers And if shes resistant: blakka, blakka, blakka So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed, too Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? Man I hope apologetic or Im a have to set it And if I set it, the cocksucker wont forget it Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Man listen, all this walkin is hurtin my feet Ooh, money looks sweet Where at? In the Isuzu Jeep Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstar Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, Ill kick her in the back Hit her with the gat Yo, chill, shorty, let me do that Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot Oh shit, the cops Be cool, fool They aint gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts So why the fuck he keep looking? I guess to get his life tooken I just came home, aint trying to see Central Booking Oh shit, now he looking in my face You better haul ass cause I aint with no fucking chase So lace up your boots, cause Im about to shoot A true motherfucker going out for the loot Take that motherfuckers

Bad Boy, baby Yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000 again Yeah The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers! Hail Mary, full of grace... Smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capisce-ah? Im out like The Vapors Whos the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics Make up to break up, niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She dont remember shit, just the two hits Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms 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 Jumpin Around Jacked her, then, I asked her, Whos her man? She said, B-I-G, Then I bust in her E-Y-E Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over, Lucifer, Im more ruthless, uh Leave you toothless, youll kibitz, 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 ice pick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls dont get down like that Found your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think youre dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab you til youre gushy, so please dont push me Im using rubbers so they wont trace the semen The black demon got the little hookers screaming Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? The weak or the strong, who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Theres several different levels to Devil worshiping Horses heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, having sex with em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I dont get into that, I kicked the habit I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, Im lyin, I got a .9 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 Uzis 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, Ill lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wed on the third, then shes dead on the fourth Im dead wrong! The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong Yo Big, youre dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? Youre dead wrong We wont stop, cause we cant stop

Too rich for who? Yall just got rich again Who grips the mic and likes to kill they friends? Ive never been the type to make amends If shit was at a eight, we like to, we like to, we like to— Yeah, if shit was at a eight, we like to make it ten 1da sent this in, Im goin up all the way I dont like to talk when theres nothin else left to say Drizzy bout to drop, the game is in disarray Id tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day Your sister is pressin play, your trainer is pressin play Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey— I gotta breathe real deep when I catch an attitude I got a whole nother level that I can tap into Max said they only blessed when they attached to you The only deadbeats is whatever beats I been rappin to And the product is still the best though Its only good in my city because I said so Just to fit the estate man, I had to Copperfield like presto Voilà, tada Never a matter of could I? or should I? Kiss my son on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye As luck would have it, Ive settled into my role as the good guy I guess luck is on your side I guess luck is on your side All sevens, no sixes, rest easy, get some shut eye Hold on, hold up, but I— Miss makin em pay Helipad from Will Smith crib straight to the stage Three Forum shows but I played Staples today The neighborhood is smokey, yall stay safe in this place Drizzy bout to drop, the game is in disarray Id tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day Your niggas is pressin play, your nanny is pressin play Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey— Had to go and hit reset, now we here I been on top for three sets of three years I cant be around the niggas you minglin with I cant fly if I could sit on the wing of that shit I try to pay it less mind They been keepin tabs on me like Im payin next time I think I sense a little fear from the other side White vans parked across the street, real subtle guys Yeah, never a matter of could I? or should I? Kiss my mom on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye As luck would have it, Ive settled into my role as the good guy I guess luck is on your side I guess luck is on your side All sevens, no sixes, rest easy, get some shut eye Hold on, hold up, but I— Hahaha, I cant argue with you, no! You mad! Look at you, you mad! You big mad! Haheheh Im happy! Leave me alone! I just want some money, a lot of money I dont get paid to argue with you No! Who is you? You aint nobody! You mad

Previously on Ready To Die Never had a lot, this is all I need People never care til its R.I.P.  Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason Loyalty is priceless and its all I need Cant burn a bridge just to light my way Lotta 42 on the flights Im takin Pourin out my soul and it might sound crazy Lotta fallin outs help me build foundation Never had a lot, this is all I need People never care til its R.I.P.  Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason Never had a lot, this is all I need Lost individuals is all I see Grab the top spot like pardon my reach Woke up one day and it was all on me If it comes down, its gon fall on me Lotta 42 on the flights Im takin Long way down from the heights Im chasin Just touched down, I was lights out in Vegas Girls checkin in cause my lifestyle dangerous Hard to tell people that Im all out of favors Call me for songs or they call me for paper Turnin off my phone for the night now, baby Pourin out my soul and it might sound crazy Some of my niggas dont love me We should sit down before shit turns ugly We should sit down since you said things about me Never had a lot, this is all I need People never care til its R.I.P.  Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason Loyalty is priceless and its all I need Cant burn a bridge just to light my way Lotta 42 on the flights Im takin Pourin out my soul and it might sound crazy Lotta fallin outs help me build foundation Never had a lot, this is all I need People never care til its R.I.P.  Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason Niggas wanted to kill me and yall still with em Nigga, yall chill with em, and yall wonder why we not friends? Best thing I can do is not build with you When I could destroy you, that takes some fuckin discipline I could send a team to come drill you I got a billion or two and I know where the fuck you live Niggas gotta chill with talking gangsta You should just thank us, humble yourselves a little bit This aint the same Shawn that you knew once I dont shine shoes, uh, this aint what you want, no All that back and forth on the internet Nigga, we dont tennis that, yall gotta do something, yeah Only thing we spect now is violence Anything besides this, we playing violins, uh Im public enemy Niggas wanted to kill me and yall want me to be friendly Niggas want sympathy after they wanted to end me Be those closest to it be the very ones that envy Shout out to the family I dont want no friends no more, not many understand me Everybody want something You know the price of everything but the value of nothing But everybody want something You know the price of everything but the value of nothing Never had a lot, this is all I need People never care til its R.I.P.  Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason Loyalty is priceless and its all I need Cant burn a bridge just to light my way Lotta 42 on the flights Im takin Pourin out my soul and it might sound crazy Lotta fallin outs help me build foundation Never had a lot, this is all I need People never care til its R.I.P.  Niggas turned they back on me for no good reason

Welcome back, were here on Bad Boy Television, and Im Trevin Jones and Ive been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, hes very mad. Were gonna try to find out why, so well take some questions at this point from our studio audience. Yes maam, please stand and state your name and where youre from Shay - Hi, my name is Shay, and Im from New Rochelle. and I just dont understand; why you so mad? Like, what are you so mad about? The Mad Rapper - Yo, yo, yo-yo, yknow, yo you wanna know why? Yo first of all, you cant be askin me no question youknowhatImsayin? Who the fuck is you? YouknowhatImsayin? You cant be askin me no question Ima tell you why Im mad, youknowhatImsayin? Ima tell you why Im mad, Ima tell you why Im mad. These niggas is makin five hundred thousand dollar videos, youknowsayin? They drivin around in hot cars, youknowsayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit . YouknowhatIms--? Im still livin with my Moms, youknowhatImsayin? Thats my word. YouknowIms--? Im makin records, I aint made no money yet I done made, this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album. I aint made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin wild records. That Ready to Die shit, it was aight, it was aightYouknowImsayin, that shit was aight, it was cool. But my shit is J--more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit And they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin, I recognize And fuck is that, who is you to be askin me questions, youknowhatImsayin? Who is you? I gots to talk I gotta tell what I feel I gotta talk about my life as I see it Biggie This goes out to you This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you This goes out to you This goes out to you This goes out to you, and you, and you Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan Its that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa You got to call me Francis M.H White, intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin Keep extra clips for extra shit, whos next to Flip on that cat with that grip on rap? The most shady, Frankie baby Aint no telling where I may be, may see me in D.C At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing Fucking something, you should know my steelo Went from ten Gs for blow to thirty Gs a show To orgies with hoes I never seen before So, Jesus, get off the Notorious Penis before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get Youre delicate, you better get - who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure Biggie Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get when youre marked for death Should I start your breath or should I let you die In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically Im worshiped, dont front, the word sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get Stuck quickly for royalties and show money Dont forget the publishing, I punish em, Im done with them Son, Im surprised you run with them, I think they got Cum in them cause they nothing but dicks Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds thats sick Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya Ima Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, Im scaling it Conscious of ya nonsense, in 88 Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante You wanna get on son, you need to ask me Aint no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing Its ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue They light weight, fragili, my nine milli Make the whites shake, thats why my money never funny And you still recouping, stupid stupid stupid stupid...

You really wanna know who Superman is? Watch this, pow! I like him I think hes pretty cool Hes my idol I cant have no sympathy for fuck niggas All this shit Ive seen done made my blood thicker Spill promethazine inside a double cup Double up my cream, now thats a Double Stuff, yeah Please dont hit my phone if it aint bout no commas Keep the peace like Dalai Lama, big body Hummers Backin out the parkin spot and though the law be on him He exempt, Shawn Kemp, he keep that .40 on him Go! Motivate , motivate Motivate , motivate Motivate , motivate Motivate , moti-get money Motivate , motivate Motivate , motivate Motivate , motivate Motivate , moti-get money Too many times I swallowed my pride Im crackin a smile, Im dyin inside My demons are close, Im tryin to hide Im poppin a pill, Im feelin alive Im feelin alive, Im feelin alive Im feelin alive, Im feelin alive Im feelin alive, Im feelin alive Im feelin alive, Im feelin alive Im Woah, suddenly, I feel like takin a PJ Fly to D.R. on a weekday, eatin ceviche With like half of a mili inside of my briefcase A couple of freaks play And they dont speak inglés But the money is somethin that they could comprende And I got bread like Im Green Day I come around and their heads turn Used to like bitches with hair permed Now I like it natural, actual, factual Naps and shit, bougie, still do ratchet shit Not afraid to pass the clip Before I make the ratchet spit, blaow! Motivate , motivate Motivate , motivate Motivate , motivate Motivate , moti-get money Motivate , motivate Motivate , motivate Motivate , motivate Motivate , moti-get money Too many times I swallowed my pride Im crackin a smile, Im dyin inside My demons are close, Im tryin to hide Im poppin a pill, Im feelin alive Im feelin alive, Im feelin alive Im feelin alive, Im feelin alive Im feelin alive, Im feelin alive Im feelin alive, Im feelin alive Im Get money Get money

Who the fuck is this, pagin me at 5:46 in the morning? Crack of dawn and now Im yawnin Wipe the cold out my eye See whos this pagin me and why Its my nigga, Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with? Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldnt disrespect I didnt say them They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when When you was clockin minor figures Now they heard youre blowin up like nitro And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow So, thank Fame for warnin me, cause now Im warnin you I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus With the Texas license plates out of state They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down They even heard about the crib You bought your moms out in Florida, the Fifth Corridor Call the coroner! Theres gonna be a lot of slow singin and flower-bringin If my burglar alarm starts ringin What ya think all the guns is for? All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed em gunpowder so they can devour The criminals tryin to drop my decimals Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it aint a dream, things aint always what it seem Its the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Bet ya Biggie wont slip I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad predicament Where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck what Ima hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode on your asshole I fuck around and get hardcore C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga Feel the rough, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you? Im not runnin, nigga, I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody comin Cmon, motherfucker Man, Im comin as fast as I can Just g— bring your motherfuckin ass on, come on Are we gettin close, huh? Its right over here You sure its Biggie Smalls crib, man? Yeah, Im sure, motherfucker, come on Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin house Fuck, right here Tsk, this better be this motherfuckers house Oh shit What? Whats wrong? Whats that red dot on your head, man? What red dot? Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too Oh shit!

All you hoes calling here for my daddy, get off his dick Like that, mommy? Beep Hi, daddy, how you doing? This is Tyiest I was thinking about you last night, mm You actin like you cant call me no more cause you busy and all of that But you trying to tell me it wasnt good? Beep That shit is real fucked up what you did I hooked you up with my girl and shit You fucked her every time you see her You dont even say shit to her, you know what Im saying? And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you Why the fuck B.I.G. dont want me? Beep Yo, B.I.G., this is Quita Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie at the mall and I know you aint fucking her You fucked with me last night Thats my best friend and we dont get down like that Beep Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour I dont know whats going on, motherfuckers trying to rob me You be disappearing and shit, Im waiting in the cold What the fuck is going on? When you get in give me a fucking call, alright? When it comes to sex, Im similar to the Thrilla in Manila Honeys call me Bigga the Condom Filler Whether its stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with a dick, make your kidney shift Here we go, here we go, but Im not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans I wear thirteens, know what I mean? Ill fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick Mess around and go blind, dont get to see shit The next batter, here to shatter your bladder It doesnt matter, skinny or fat or light-skinned or black Baby, I drop these Boricua mamis screaming ¡Ay papi! I love it when they call me Big Poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled proper Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a four-four For niggas getting mad cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G, you see All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Getting physical like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So give me a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed Im guaranteed to fuck her til her nose bleed Even if your new mans a certified mack Youll get that H-Town in ya, you want that old thing back Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didnt know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didnt know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance I got that good dick, girl, you didnt know? Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing me? She mad because what we had didnt last Im glad because her cousin let me hit the ass Fuck the past, lets dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins Another honeys in the crib? Please, send her in I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking clits had to stop Cause yall dont know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis You never seen this stroke of genius So take off your Timb boots and your body suit I mean the spandex and hit my man next Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I dont chase em, I replace em And if Im caressing em Im undressing em Fuck what you heard, whos the best in New York? Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke Or Tattoo, I got you wrapped around my dick And when I nut I got to split Shit, backshots is my position I got you wishing for an intermission, fuck the kissin Lickin you down to your belly button, I aint frontin They dont call me big for nuttin all of a sudden Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like yous the user Sellin 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, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s Cause G-E-D wasnt B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, thats why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock 19 for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they 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 Smokin 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 I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle 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-athon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head Then I got the phone call, it 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, blowin like a bubble In the everyday struggle I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle Im seein body after body and our mayor Giuliani Aint tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti My daughter use a potty so shes older now Educated street knowledge, Ima mold her now Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes In the veins, hard to explain how I maintain The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange Breakin days on the set, no sweat Drunk off Moët, cant bag yet because its still wet But when that dry, baggin five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashin line I had the first and the third, rehearse, thats my word Thick in the game, Ds knew my first name Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC with air holes And thats just how the shit go in the struggle, motherfucker Hah, come on, what you say? I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I dont wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle Junior M.A.F.I.A. right Yeah, rock on, woo! Biggie Smalls, right Junior M.A.F.I.A

Baby, look at me, Mama love you And I know you aint no little boy no more But youll always be my baby It seems like only yesterday I was holding you in my arms Now look at you now big, but I worry about you I worry about you all the time, hangin out on the corner All times at night with the cruel people Baby, that aint nothin but trouble I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream Well, I want you to hold on to that dream, baby Hold on to it real tight, ‘cause the skys the limit Good evening, ladies and gentlemen Hows everybody doing tonight? Id like to welcome to the stage The lyrically acclaimed I like this young man, because when he came out He came out with the phrase He went from ashy to classy – I like that So everybody in the house Give a warm round of applause for The Notorious B.I.G The Notorious B.I.G Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for him yall! Uh, a nigga never been as broke as me, I like that When I was young, I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt, Im sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators You want to see the inside? I see you later Here comes the drama, oh Thats that nigga with the fake, blaow Why you punch me in my face? Stay in your place Play your position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin And hoes clockin, here comes respect His crews your crew or they might be next Look at their man eye, big man, they never try So we rolled with them, stole with them I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, butter crunch 88 Oshkosh and blue and white dunks, pass the blunts 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 I was ashamed, my crew was lame I had enough heart for most of them Long as I got stuff from most of them Its on, even when I was wrong, I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus Im fucking, bitches aint my homegirls now Start stacking, dabbled in crack, gun packing Nickname Medina make the seniors tote my ninas From gym class to Inglés pass off a global The only nigga with a mobile, cant you see like Total Getting larger in waists and tastes Aint no telling where this felon is headin, just in case Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space Your brain was a terrible thing to waste 88 on gates, snatch initial name plates Smokin spliffs with niggas, real-life beginner killers Praying God forgive us for being sinners, help us out 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 After realizin, to master enterprisin I aint have to be in school by ten I then began to encounter with my counterparts On how to burn the block apart Break it down into sections, drugs by the selections Some use pipes, others use injections Syringe sold separately, Frank the Deputy Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missing To protect my position, my corner, my lair While we out here, say the Hustlers Prayer: If the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand Put money in my moms hand Get my daughter this college 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 Motherfuckers, 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 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

Dont go, dont go, dont go I love you, so Biggie, give me one more chance Biggie, give me 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 I lay carpet Stop it - if you think they gonna make a profit Dont see my ones, gon see my guns—get it? Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A I 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 In 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 Baby, here I am I got that good love girl, you didnt know? All, I need is one more chance! One more chance I can help you find, yourself I got that good love girl, you didnt know? Cause you, dont need nobody else 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 playa for real, ask Puff Daddy You ringing bells with bags from Chanel Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell She beeped me meet me at twelve Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes? While 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? One more chance Biggie give me one more chance One more chance One more chance Biggie give me one more chance 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 One more chance Biggie give me one more chance One more chance One more chance Baby, here I am Biggie give me one more chance All, I need is one more chance! One more chance

Between you and Biggie it was like, whos going to rule the Nigga kingdom and shit, basically, know what Im saying? I was like, this is like a fucking election It is that You know what I am saying Me and Biggies situation is smaller than that, its like… And I wonder if theyll laugh when Im dead? Why am I fighting to live if Im just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there aint nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if Im just living to die? 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 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 fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Runnin from the police, picture that Nigga, Im too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack Thats why I bust back, it dont faze me When he drop, take his Glock and Im Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker And I wonder if theyll laugh when Im dead? Why am I fighting to live if Im just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there aint nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if Im just living to die? But still Im havin memories of high speed when the cops crashed As I laugh, pushin the gas while my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts? Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies, now the whole worlds tryna screw me Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? But stay true, sippin 22s of brew And now media is tryna test me Got the press askin questions, tryna stress me Misery is all I see, thats my mind state My history with the police will shake the crime rate My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped He screamed Thug Life! and emptied the clip Got tired of runnin from the police And I wonder if theyll laugh when Im dead? Why am I fighting to live if Im just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there aint nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if Im just living to die? They wanted a new regime. And my regime includes East coast, includes West coast I was more shocked than anything You know what Im sayin? But I wasnt more shocked of him dying I was more shocked of him… Pac is a strong dude, yo I know dude, you know what Im sayin? Real strong So when they was like he got shot, I was just more like, Again? you know what Im sayin? He always getting shot, or shot at He going to pull through this one again Make a few records about it, and its going to be over You know what Im sayin? But when he, when he died, I was just like, whoa, you know what Im saying? Kinda took me by I mean, even though we was going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody You know what Im sayin? Because there aint no coming back from that

26 on my third GQ cover Your new shit sound like you do covers Of all of my old shit, oh shit Im devoted to making sure that shit goes unnoticed Swear you niggas is hopeless I should run a clinic for niggas that think that they winning On some coach shit, 50 Ms for a three-month road trip I see straight through them like fish tanks with no fish in them Drizzy still got some 06 in him IRS all in my books getting they Matlock on All this capital its like I left the caps lock on Its like every time I plot a return I seem to shift the game See I can still talk keys without pitchin cane Pay yourself and owe yourself Before you come to my city just know yourself Know where you at Im good in every town, Ima be there doing shows where you at The lights hit women screaming like Jodecis back, nigga But that’s… that’s where all this... that’s where the feeling is That’s where all that shit comes from… man I mean like The music that you and I used to listen to ahh.. was just.. Absolutely phenomenal, because we went through it all We went through errythang... I remember you loved Jodeci I mean like studied, you even made me a CD… Your money is just a little Barney’s Co-Op for you to be tryna show out Im in your girls ear planting seeds like a grow-op We move the operation to Cali soon as the snow drop Oh stop, please stop arguin bout whos the best MC I think everyone would agree, they know that youre not I know Im a sure shot, middle finger poking you in your sore spot Bars sound like Im under oath nigga I Comedy Central roast niggas and turn em to ghost niggas Either Im gettin bigger or youre just gettin smaller or its both, nigga Im just as unforgivin as most niggas You bit the hand, now starve, its not a joke nigga Ill hang you with it after I teach you the ropes nigga Oh well, bitches paint OVO on their toenails And show up at the show, the afterparty, and the hotel That five star in your city, they know where we at I hit the lobby, womens screaming like Jodecis back, nigga Jodecis back You bitches screamin like Jodecis back I call the front desk for condoms, shes sayin they aint got none The way that Im respondin, she know that we black, nigga Jodecis back Fuckin hoes like Jodecis back I paint pictures and flip words Nigga woulda thought Def Poetry back Roof top, hoes turnt up Lookin for your bitch, bet she wont turn up Wonder where she is, fuck could she be? Shes a ho, shes a slut, shes a freak Heard a couple niggas hatin but them fuck niggas weak Count a hundred thousand dollars like it sucks to be me Aint that what you wanted? Stuntin on you niggas Came in this game never frontin on you niggas Gave you heart and soul, stories of my pain Felt naked cause I laid out all my glory and my shame Caught fire just to have niggas ignore me and my flame Bout to burn down the house, they tryna put me in the rain, no Fuck your list you lame niggas and doubters Im undoubtedly the hottest and thats just me bein modest Go check the numbers dummy, thats just me gettin started Im artistic, you Hold your applause Who gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards? David and Goliath, takin on the giants No need for pause when I tell you my balls bigger than yours, Cole No false gods, young Mike playin against the Monstars Tappin into 94 Nas Or that 96 Jay, or that Chronic shit, Dre Which is really just Slim Shady, Im silly, my pen crazy Today Im out in Philly, my fans waitin for 12 hours Just to get their dollar signed Thoughts stream like Im Spotifyin Trenchcoat flow, bottom line To these too cool for school niggas Im Columbine Flow dumber than your projections This makes twice now, I doubled what you expected, yet Your covers keep perplexin me Maybe its too complex for me But is this bout skills or is this bout sales? Cause either fuckin way, man all them niggas is less than me You legends know that we rap Bitches screamin like Jodecis back

Alright Ugh, ugh, ugh Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed Nigga, I aint been outside in a minute I been living what I wrote And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas Mama taught me how to read em when I look Miss me at the precinct getting booked Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga I dont act hard, Im a hard act to follow, nigga Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission If you step into the shadows, we could talk addiction When its harmful where you going and the part of you that know it dont give a fuck Pardon me for going into details 3-7-6 was a brothel, we had females come in every hour on the dot And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock Focused on my chatter, aint as frantic as my thoughts Lately, Ive been panicking a lot Feeling like Im stranded in a mob Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop Never getting out of hand Steady handling my job, time damaging my ties Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick You circus niggas, you turning into tricks I was making waves, you was surfing in em Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas shit Cut the grass off the surface Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent niggas shit Bitch Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed Nigga, I aint been outside in a minute I been living what I wrote And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas Mama taught me how to read em when I look Miss me at the precinct getting booked Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga My fleeting thoughts on a leash For the moment, high as fuck Ive been alone in my shit, for the longest Snakes sliding in the street Momma taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them Pigs riding in em Im a target, so its hard to even eye me in em If he aint dying for me, then I aint riding with him Theres no time for that Making sure my man wallets straight Like a collar when you iron that Thinking bout my grandmama Find a bottle, Ima wallow and I lie in that Um, I just want my time and my mind intact When they both gone, you cant buy em back

Yo let— let— let me ask you a question, yo Yo, would you kill for me? Hmm, yeah Uh, the act of making love— What took you so long to answer motherfucker? I dont know The fuck wrong with you, bitch? When I met you, I admit, my first thoughts was to trick You look so good, huh, I suck on your daddys dick I never felt that way in my life It didnt take long before I made you my wife Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze Comin to the crib, even had a set a keys During the days you helped me bag up my nickels In the process, I admit, I tricked a little But you was my bitch, the one whod never snitch Love me when Im broke or when Im filthy fuckin rich And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh, no, thats not my steelo I wanna bitch that like to play ceelo and craps Packin gats in a Coach bag, steamin dime bags A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had With a bop just as strong as me Totin guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me Any plans with another bitch, my bitchll spoil it One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet Throwin my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows I see my Polos and Timbos Hide my car keys so I cant leave A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve And if I deceive, she wont take it lightly Shell invite me, politely, to fight, G And then we lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies Didnt hesitate to squeeze to get my life out of danger One day, she put 911 on the pager Had to call back, whether its minor or major No response, the phone just rung Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem When I pulled up, police was on the scene Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes It didnt take long before the tears start I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart And I know it was meant for me I guess the niggas felt they had to kill the closest one to me And when I find em your life is to an end They killed my best friend, me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch Lets get started then So when did you first start rappin? Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18 So how did you first get started? Who influenced you? Aint nobody really influenced me, you know what Im saying? I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what Im saying? Had to get up off that, you know I see. So where you from? Brooklyn

Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money You wanna sip Mo on my livin room flo Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino Pick up my phone say, Poppa not home Sex all night, mad head in the morn Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on titties sayin B.I.G., now check it: You wanna be my main squeeze, baby Dontcha? You want to give me what I need, baby Wontcha picture life as my wife? Just think Full-length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say youse the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper? My Moschino hoe, my Versace hottie Come to find out you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C Woe! Oh is me - thats what I get for trickin Came out on bail, commence the ass-kickin Kick in the door, wavin the .44 All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more! Disrespect my clique, my shits imperial Fuck around and made her milk box material You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips Cause of you, Im on some real fuck-a-bitch shit, uhh Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Niggas, better grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now Im Billboard bound, niggas press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin Im pressed to get it Rather do the killin than the stick-up juxs Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it Get me open while Im cummin down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga Dontcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga Dontcha want to see me whippin your 3 down the Ave? Blow up spots on bitches because Im mad Break up affairs, lick shots in the air You get vexed and start swinging everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your 9 while I cock on mine Yeah, what nigga? I aint got time for this So what, nigga? Im not tryin to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards sayin I apologize Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me? But paybacks a bitch, motherfucker, believe me Nah, I aint gay, this aint no lesbo flow Just a lil somethin to let you motherfuckers know Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money

I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out Like Arnold on that, What you talking bout, Willis? The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes Bitches I like em brainless, guns I like em stainless steel I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats til my clips is empty Dont tempt me, you dont want to fuck with the M-E... ...T-H-O-D Man, here I am Ill be damned if this aint some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit Its the low killer death trap, yes Im a jet-black ninja Coming where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, yous the number one contender Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping Hey, Ill be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping Acting as if it cant happen Your frontin got me mad enough to touch something Yo, Im from Shaolin Island and aint afraid to bust something So what you want nigga? You wont nigga I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger Its real, 94 rugged-raw Kickin down your goddamn door And it goes a little something like this Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it You dont stop Keep on, bitch Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU Im lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew I got connections, Ill get that ass stuck like glue Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm Im not a gentleman, Im a Method Man Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed And when my MAC unloads Im guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way So instead of making hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-ups, cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches Its the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus I make it hot, Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head Or motherfuckers dead, you thought so Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit And everything you get you gotta work hard for it You dont stop Keep on, bitch Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it You dont stop Keep on, bitch Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect Ah, yeah, hell yeah Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one My borough is thorough Recognize

“I work and work til Im half-dead and I hear people saying Shes getting old, and what do I get? A daughter Who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her As she cares about ME!” Lets do this for these babies Mercedes truck, fuck, houses on acres Blatantly ballin on HD Yall need to step up yall AV Life changed again I was already taking off My flight changed again Slight change of winds Its barely 12 noon and my wife changed again Baby need Pampers Daddy need at least three weeks in the Hamptons Please dont judge me, only hugged the block I thought my daddy didnt love me My baby getting chubby Cue that Stevie Wonder music, aww, isnt she lovely? Now Im staring at her praying that things dont get ugly And Im stuck in that old cycle like wife leaves hubby Fuck joint custody, I need a joint right now Just the thought alone fucks with me High on life I could die from the fall, imagine if I hit the floor Apologies in order to Blue Ivy my daughter If it was up to me, you would be with me, sort of like daddy dearest Dont fuck with me fellas. This aint my first time at the rodeo. I dream filthy Mixed me with Jamaican And I know Im not perfect baby I done been through so much trauma, it gonna be hard to reverse it With some doctors and some nurses maybe Teach me on how to treat a lady, open doors on the Cedes This relationship shit is complicated All I know if we aint speaking everyday, I fucking hate it I dont wanna duplicate it I seen my mom and pop drive each other mothafuckin crazy And I got that nigga blood in me I got his ego and his temper, all is missing is the drugs in me High on life I could die from the fall, imagine if I hit the floor Apologies in order to Blue Ivy my daughter If it was up to me, you would be with me, sort of like daddy dearest No... wire... hangers... EVER! Father never taught me how to be a father, treat a mother I dont wanna have to just repeat another leave another Baby with no daddy want no momma drama I just wanna take her back to a time when everything was calmer Out in Paris on a terrace watching the Eiffel Tower And a Ferris wheel yet and still, nothing could prepare us For the beauty that you be Blue be Looking in your eyes is like a mirror, have to face my fears Cheer up, why cant you just be happy Without these back and forth thoughts, you too much like your daddy Badly I just wanna spent more time with him Sadly life wouldnt let me get around with him Now I got my own daughter, taught her how to take her first steps Cut the cord watch her take her first breath And Im trying and Im lying if I said I wasnt scared But in life and death if I aint here High on life I could die from the fall, imagine if I hit the floor Apologies in order to Blue Ivy my daughter If it was up to me, you would be with me, sort of like daddy dearest

Youre all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by Youre all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by Shorty Im there for you anytime you need me For real girl, its me in your world, believe me Nothing make a man feel better than a woman Queen with a crown that be down for whatever There are few things thats forever, my lady We can make war or make babies Back when I was nothing You made a brother feel like he was something Thats why Im with you to this day boo, no fronting Even when the skies were gray You would rub me on my back and say, Baby itll be okay Now thats real to a brother like me, baby Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight And Ima walk these dogs so we can live In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids Word life, you dont need a ring to be my wife Just be there for me and Ima make sure we be Living in the effin lap of luxury Im realizing that you didnt have to funk with me But you did, now Im going all out kid And I got mad love to give, you my nigga Youre all, I need To get by Youre all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you Ill spend my time Ill dedicate my life, Ill sacrifice for you Dedicate my life to you I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone Five minutes alone, Im already on the bone Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home Even if Im locked up North you in the world Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showing your stuff off, boo It be true me for you, thats how it is I be your Noah, you be my Wiz Im your mister, you my misses with hugs and kisses Valentine cards and birthday wishes, please We on another level of planning, of understanding The bond between man and woman, and child The highest elevation cause we above All that romance crap, just show your love Youre all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by Youre all, I need Lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fucking die together To get by Im sick of police Cheeba cheeba yall, and you dont stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the, Tical Cheeba cheeba yall, and you dont stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Cheeba cheeba yall, and you dont stop Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical Like sweet morning dew Yeah yeah I took one look at you Cootie in the chair, Tical And it was plain to see Cheeba cheeba yall You were my destiny, baby Cheeba cheeba yall Cheeba cheeba yall, bring it on, yeah Whats that shit that they be smoking No romance without finance for now Baby, please, 95 Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha Man woman and child, yeah

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 And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece Sure do, two .22s in my shoes Holler if you need me, love, Im in the house Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about Moet popping, ho hopping Aint no stopping Big Poppa Im a Bad Boy Niggas wanna front, who got your back? Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? It aint hard to tell Im the East Coast overdose Nigga you scared youre supposed to Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart Fuck up the party before it even start Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit Bitches in the back looking righteous In a tight dress, I think I might just Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun And have fun with Jamaican rum Conversation, blunts in rotation My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and Were smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm She grabbed my arm and said Lets leave calm Im hitting skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out (Music stops Indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing Biggie breaks it up yelling Yo, chill, man, chill!) Cant we just all get along? So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon And its on, and Im gone Thats that... And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to... Uptown likes to... Bad Boy likes to... Brooklyn Crew likes to... 3rd Eye likes to... Mo Bee likes to... We like to...

The Commission: Uncle Paulie P. Diddy Cease-A-Leo DeGennaro Charli Baltimore, Iceberg Slim The most shady, Frankie Baby We here We aint goin nowhere Uh-uh Uh-uh, uhh Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G I put my key, you put your key in, money well be seein Will reach the fuckin ceiling, check— check it My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock Drop-top-notch, playa-hatin gon stop This instant, rappers too persistent Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste Like ass when you speak it, see me in the street Your jewelry? You can keep it, that be our little secret See me , B that is, I that is, gee-whiz Motherfuckers still in my biz Dont they know my nigga Gutter fuckin kidnap kids Fuck em in their 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 the gall, all I make is one phone call All yall disappear 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, one more time Whats beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it I done smoked with the best of em Shot at the rest of em Was about a hundred or more, maybe less of em Got my rocks off, that nigga from the Brook just be Wildin on you, just be stylin on you When I, tried to warn you but your eyes fucked up Now I cleared them shits with hits You on the fuckin bench Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak MCs With the supreme baller-like lyrics I call em like I see em, G Yall niggas sound like me Yall was grimy in the early 90s, far behind me It aint hard to find me Number one with the Bui Ya Kah Give me the Remy and the chronic, aint no tellin what I do to ya Its obvious the games new to ya Take them ends you make And spend em on a tutor, hah, one shot, Im through with ya 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 , one more time Whats beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it Therell be nothin, therell be nothin but smooth sailin When I spit shots, now your crews bailin All I got is heat and tough talk for you Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you Man, listen, straight torture Look what that slick shit bought ya A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher Watch me Set It Off like Vivica Here lies your demise, close your eyes 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 havin fun 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, one more time Whats beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep Beef is when I see you Guaranteed to be in ICU, and Im through Uhhh, uhhh The life after Life after Uhh Life after...

Who yall talkin to, man? Ugh Check it out, check it out This here goes out to all the niggas that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggas cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggas respect it—check it I kicked flows for you, kicked down doors for you Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for you Niggas think Frankie pussy-whipped Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-mat-tac We dont get down like that, lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at? Petiteness, but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that— Im fuckin with you The bitch official, though; dick harder than a missile, yo Try to hit, if she trippin, disappearin like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-O with the five in front Probably a conniving stunt Yall drive in front, Ima peel with her Find the deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Televisions, Versace heaven, when Im up in em The shit she kicked, all the shits legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga trick ridiculous, the shit was plush Shes stressing me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous Im in his ass while he playing gainst the Utah Jazz My 112 CD blast, I was past She came twice, I came last, roll the grass She giggle, saying, Im smoking on homegrown Then I heard a moan, Honey, Im home! Yup, tote chrome for situations like this Im up in his broad, I know he wont like this Now Im like, Bitch, you better talk to him Before this fifth put a spark to him Fuck around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him Lose a major part to him—arm, leg... She beggin me to stop, but this cat gettin closer Gettin hot like a toaster, I cock the toast, ugh Before my eyes could blink She screams out, Honey, bring me up somethin to drink! He go back downstairs, more time to think Her brain racing, shes telling me to stay patient She dont know Im cool as a fan Gat in hand, I dont wanna blast her man But I can and I will, though; Im tryna chill, though Even though situation looking kinda ill, yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the bitch, Gimme your scarf, pillowcase, and rope Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Played the cut, nigga coming off some Love Potion shit Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass, screaming, Dont blast, heres the stash! A hundred cash! Just dont shoot my ass, please! Nigga pulling mad Gs out the floor Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the Five, call my niggas on the cell Bring some weed, I got a story to tell, ugh, ugh Yo, man, yall niggas aint gon believe what the fuck happened to me. Member that bitch I left the club with, man? Yeah. Yo, stinky, yo. Im up in this bitch crib—this bitch fuck with one of them ol Knick-ass niggas and shit. Im up in the spot, so, you know— Who, God? I dont know, I dont know which one of them niggas. One of them six-five niggas, I dont know. Yeah. Anyway, Im up in the motherfuckin spot. So, boom, Im up in the pussy, whatever-whatever. I sparks up some lah, Pa Duke creeps up in on some... Get the fuck out! Must have been rained out or something, because hes in the spot. Get the fuck out of here! Oh, shit! Had me scared, had me scared to death! I was shook, Daddy. But I forget I had my Roscoe on me. Ah, yeah, I know you had the heat! Always. Hahahaha. You know how we do. So anyway, the nigga comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps. The bitch all shook—she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. Ooh, shit! She gettin mad nervous. But I said, Fuck that man! Im the nigga! I know you was finna clap em. Yeah, nigga. You know how we do it, nigga—ransom note-style. Put the scarf around my motherfuckin face Aight! Gagged that bitch up, and played the cizzut. Ahahaha! Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot, I flash the Desert in his face. He drops the glass. Looked like the nigga pissed on his damn self or somethin, word to my mother! Word to my mother, yo. Ah, shit! This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me mad papers. Mad papers. Oh, shit, what? Yo, I told you that bitch was a scheisty bitch, cuz! Word to mother, I used to fuck with her cousin, but you aint know that! Hahaha. You aint even know that shit! Really, though. I put all that motherfuckin money up in the Prada knapsack, and, ugh! Two words: Im gone! Hahahaha! No doubt, no doubt... No doubt! Yall niggas got some lah? Yall got some lah? No doubt!

Yeah So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back Talkin about the gats in ya raps But I cant feel that hardcore appeal that youre screamin Maybe Im dreamin This aint Christopher Williams Still some MCs gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggas sayin, Biggie off the street, its a miracle! Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas actin shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill ya quicker Especially when Im drunk off the liquor Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks-es Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From stayin in my business, what is this? Relentless approach to know if Im broke or not Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Dont mean I dont tote the Glock Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfuckin meet again, huh Im doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the Ave, Im real hard to find now Cause Im knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the Ill make you prove that its bulletproof Hold your head cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick The funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests Fifty-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin helicopter Thats why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina Whats love got to do... When Im rippin all through your whole crew? Strapped like Bamboo but I dont sling guns I got bags of funk and its sellin by the tons Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life Makin money, smokin mics like crack pipes Its type, simple and plain, to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The funk, baby I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk

No need to ask, you heard about us No need to ask, you heard about us Already know you know about us No need to ask, you heard about us No need to ask, you heard about us Watch your mouth when youre around us Pull up, hop out, wreck Got no time, but we got Pateks I come around, stepping on necks My nigga got niggas upset, why? Oh, why these bitches so mad for? They dont want Yoncé on their door Louis Slugger to your four door Careful, you get what you asked for We go, go-oh Go to Cuba then Aruba in the middle of the winter Brand new Sprinter, we laugh to the bank But we aint no joke, yeah You better act like you know, yeah No need to ask, you heard about us No need to ask, you heard about us Already know you know about us Aint no need to ask, you heard about us No need to ask, you heard about us Watch your mouth when youre around us If you dont know, now you know, nigga He smoke and we drink, D’USSÉ to the face If you dont know, now you know, nigga Put hoes in their place, bitch, stay in your lane Talk that talk, B Billie Jean in his prime For the thousandth time, the kid aint mine Online they call me dad, kiddingly Youre not supposed to take this dad thing literally Thats too famous, we dont even really do famous Im cool on that, chuck the two fingers Everyday Im gettin sued famous I show up to court without a suit famous Your every move is on the news, aint it? Shit has its perks too, aint it? Shootin videos in the Louvre, aint it? It could be far worse for you, cant it? Pain comes with penthouse views, aint it? Bitch know me, I been me since the cocaine Bitch know B, she dont even need a whole name No need to ask, you heard about us No need to ask, you heard about us Already know you know about us No need to ask, you heard about us No need to ask, you heard about us Watch your mouth when youre around us And if you dont know, now you know, nigga He smoke and we drink, D’USSÉ to the face And if you dont know, now you know, nigga Put hoes in their place, bitch stay in your lane Yeah, we the ones that yall heard about Make big noise, big noise, we dont need no voucher Yeah, we the ones yall worried about We good, we good, keep us out your mouth If you dont know, now you know, nigga If you dont know, now you know, nigga

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

Bad Boy Come out and play You know we had to do a remix, right? Ugh! Ugh! Niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes Far from handsome, but damn, a nigga tote More guns than roses, foes is shaking in their boots Invisible bully, like The Gooch Disappear, vamoose, youre wack to me Take them rhymes back to the factory I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics The shit is depressing, pathetic, please forget it Youre mad cause my style youre admiring Dont be mad, UPS is hiring You shouldve been a cop, fuck hip-hop With that freestyle, youre bound to get shot Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot Pack the gat a lot , the flavs bout to drop, ugh Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Im kicking new flava in ya ear Macks the brand-new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Word up, no rap, no crap, you bore me Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me Im straight, rap great, busting heads, straighten dreads Im everlasting , like the toe on Pro-Keds A Tec-9 when I rhyme; plus, I climb Word is bond, your album couldnt fuck with one line Its been three years since you last hear But now, I reappear, your heart pumps fear To your gut , did your girls butt I scraped it, shaped it, now, she wont strut I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief I step on stage, girls scream like Im Keith You wont be around next year My raps too severe, kicking mad flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Im kicking new flava in ya ear Macks the brand new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear 21, 94, mad motherfucking hardcore Its my time to burn, now, explore The flava in ya ear, its The Boy Scout I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts Youre fucking with the wrong clan and the wrong man Thats it, now you got to get your dome split Im going into my knapsack with my gat Take off my hat, guess Im just cool like that The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss BLS, 97, KISS, bounce to this Im gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name Yo, Puffy! Youre jingling, baby Youre jingling, baby Hee-shee! Ugh, blow-ticious Skeevy , delicious Gimme couscous, love me good Mmm, damn! Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good? I guess like the jeans, ugh! Flavor like praline, sick, daddy, yahmean? Papa love it, when he does it Niggas buzz it But tell me, was it really just the flavor that be clogging your ears? The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear Its all for you, its really all for you Hunchback, close your eyes, try to munch that Oil up your ankles, let your Timbs tap Bite the flavor, it reacts to your gold caps Word to Mama, I tongue-kiss a piranha Electrocute a barracuda, Im here to bring the drama Yo! Yo! Yo! Flavors in your ass crease, ha! Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise, so cease, ha Let me loose from the belly of the beast, ha Everybody! Hey, hey, hey! You better believe its Busta Rhymes, the great We bout to rip the Tri-State, yo, yo Hey, hey, hey! Ill split your face and give you stitches Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches Wait one sec, as I get down Im rolling with the heavyweight connect to the stomping ground Now, dont you get suspicious, I grant your wishes every time Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme I know one thing the whole world least expected Is how we all connected to break food on the same record Five new flavors on beat, feel the fucking heat I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street Instead of copping pleas, just freeze Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees When I get down, I disappear, reappear And blow up everywhere , fucking with these flavors in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Im kicking new flava in ya ear Macks the brand new flava in ya ear Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear Time for new flava in ya ear Im kicking new flava in ya ear Macks the brand new flava in ya ear 94 East New Jersey Bad Boy Rock on Mo Bee Rock on

Ooh, woo, yeah Ayy Young Money Uh-huh Trigga Trey Oh, oh Oh, oh Uh, lets get it, rrrrrrrr No, I aint tryna flex No ceilings, you can see whos in it, oh If were talkin about sex Haha, girl, you know that I invented that And Im onto the next Thats unless you bring a friend who with it Oh, Im sorry Oh, you mad that I came to the party? Like, no, no, no You took your girl to the club and now she gone Now she asking me when Im takin her home I tell her, Lets go Long as you know cause I know when we get alone, that Im touchin you tonight Im lovin you tonight Im fuckin you, girl You must be used to spendin, puttin in that time Touchin, lovin, fuckin, cant make up my mind Im lovin you Im fuckin you tonight Girl, you fuckin with the best Take a picture while Im deep up in it, oh And if they livin right next Then I bet they know my name in a minute Let me feel your body sweat I promise Ill keep your body dripping Oh, Im sorry Niggas mad cause I came to the party Like, no, no, no You took your girl to the club And now she gone Now she asking me When Im takin her home, home, home I tell her, Lets go Long as you know cause I know when we get alone, that Im touchin you tonight Im lovin you tonight Im fuckin you, girl You must be used to spendin, putting in that time Touchin, lovin, fuckin, cant make up my mind Im lovin you Im fuckin you tonight Yo, sometimes I tell em I love em because I just wanna fuck em I never love em or cuff em, and when we done Ima duck em He Ferragamo the buckle, he Louis V on the duffel The pussy wetter than puddles, I ride his dick like a shuttle I said, real niggas let real bitches cum first And real bitches been bad bitches from birth Ugh, kiss him when he cumming Made more money last year than Mister Drummond Oh, he like it when I ride it slow Im touchin you tonight Im lovin you tonight Im fuckin you, girl You must be used to spendin, putting in that time Touchin, lovin, fuckin, cant make up my mind Im lovin you Im fuckin you tonight What you mean, Wait, no? Like, what? You better act like you know, nigga, its Nicki Minaj Uh-huh

Undeas! Lil Ceaser! Queen B! Thats Me! Lil Kim! 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 wit bunch of foxy women Why you speed ball 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 ho, 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 Ayo shorty, wont you go get a bag of the lethal Ill be undressed in the bra all see through Why you count your jewels thinkin Ima cheat you? The only one thing I wanna do is freak you Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes And Ill be doin things that you wont regret Lil Kim, the Queen Bee, so you best take heed Shall I proceed? Ima throw shade if I cant get paid Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade You can slide on my ice like the Escapade And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade Who me? Not you, oh yes, whos he? I even dig yo mans style, but I love yo profile Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up But dont blush, just keep this on the hush 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 ho, 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 You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a Works from the dealers, full-length chinchilla Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe Then we speed down the hutch, breakin trees in the dutch Im not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick Want a cheap trick, better go down to FreakNik You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course So I look sick in my six with my Christian LaCroix 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 ho, 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 ho, 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 ho, 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 ho, 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

gunshots OKAY, IM RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon die, big time! Here come the Pain! gunshots Jigga... , Bigga... Nigga, how you figure... Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us The number one question is can the Feds get us I got vendettas in dice games against ass bettors And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that with ya Hit ya, back split ya Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug-related Most hated Cant fade it While yall pump Willie, I run up and stunt silly Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the con-trilli, I packs the MAC-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him Whats ya name? Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra Peruvians tried to do me in, I aint paid them yet Tryin to push 700s, they aint made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too Niggas round the way call me Igloo, stick WHO? Motherfucker! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers Brooklyn, goin out for all Thats right, you dont stop You wont stop What, what, what? Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit your drawers Brooklyn represent yall, hit you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? Im from Marcy, Im varsity, chump, youre JV Jay-Z Biggie baby! My Bed-Stuy flows malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches From 62s, Gemstars, my moms dishes Gram choppin, police van dockin Ds at my doors knockin Keep rockin, yeah No more mister nice guy, I twist your shit The fuck back with the pistols blazin Hot like Cajun Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn With New York plates outside Get up out of there! Fuck the ride! Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank White! Need the keys to your InnKeeper Chill, homie, the bitch in the Shoneys told me Youre holdin more drugs than a pharmacy You aint harmin me, so pardon me Pass the safe, before I blaze the place And heres six shots just in case Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers Brooklyn goin out to all You dont stop You wont stop Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers Brooklyn goin out to all You dont stop You wont stop Yeah, yeah, yeah For 9-6, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what youre trying to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white her-on Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms Stay out my way from here on Gone! Me and Gutta had two spots The 2-for-5 dollar hits, the blue tops Gotta go, Coolio mean its gettin Too Hot If Fay had twins, shed probably have two Pacs Get it? Tu... Pacs? Uhh, uhh, uhh Time to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronze That butter-soft shit from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a I class don A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga, huh?! Brook-Nam, sippin on Cristal forever, play the crib when its mink weather The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow Tossin ya, mad slugs through your Nautica Im warnin ya Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers Brooklyn goin out to all You dont stop Thats right, you wont stop Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers Brooklyn goin out to all You dont stop You wont stop Is Brooklyn in the house? Uhh, Roc-A-Fella yall, Junior M.A.F.I.A Supermen clique Brooklyns Finest, you re-wind this Representing BK to the fullest

Lets go Uh-huh, Hov You, are, not, ready Unstoppable Young Hova Im a hustler baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where Im bout to go Now I just wanna love ya! But be who I am And with all this cash Youll forget your man Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff But dont bullshit me Cmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff Yeah, uhh, yeah When the Remys in the system, aint no tellin Will I fuck em? Will I diss em? Thats what they be yellin Im a pimp by blood, not relation Yall be chasin, I replace them, huh? Drunk off Cris, mami on E Cant keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key And I wish I never met her at all! It gets better, ordered another round Its, about, to go, down Got six model chicks, six bottles of Cris Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion? Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth Mart jeans, take that off Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff But dont bullshit me Cmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff Said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff But dont bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, save the narrative, you saving it for marriage Lets keep it real ma, you saving it for carats You wanna see how far Ima go How, much Ima spend but you already know Zip, zero, stingy with dinero Might buy you Cris, but that about it Might light your wrist, but that about it Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick Know how to work your hips and your heads priceless Profess you love to Hov and Ill never let you down Get you bling like the Neptune sound Okay, hot Hov, too hot to hold Ladies love me long time like 2Pacs soul Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies Im too cold, Motorola, two way page me Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff But dont bullshit me Cmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff Said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff But dont bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff Im a hustler baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where Im bout to go Now I just wanna love ya! But be who I am And with all this cash Youll forget your man Yeah, yeah, yeah Same song, Im back, been around the world Ro-mancin girls that dance with girls From, Club Cheetah to Club Amnesia The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin in Dublin Cant deny me Why would you want to? You need me Why dont you try me? Baby you want to, believe me Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But dont bullshit me Cmon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff But dont bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff Give it to me Uh, that that that tha uh huh, uhh

You wanted to fuckin walk around these roaches. These niggas is roaches. These niggas is mere motherfuckin mortals. Im tryna push you to supreme bein. You dont wanna motherfuckin... You dont wanna embrace your destiny, you wanna get by You dont wanna go into the motherfuckin dark where its lonely. You cant handle the motherfuckin, the pain of the motherfuckin not knowin when the shit is gonna stop Mommas tryna save me but she dont know Im tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, til I got this paper Youre nobody til somebody kills you Blast for me – the last words from my nigga On the pavement, born killers, body shivers Drug money, dollar figures Hustlers movin out of rentals, art of war is mental Havin sushi down in Nobu Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to So its bang, no survivors Only riders on my rider, murder rate rises Stalkin niggas on their IGs, never; I be Still solo, Under Armour still Polo No wire, on fire My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter Gettin high feelin like its vodou Nine lives, SK with the cooler Makaveli in the Rari, still B-I double G, I, E I pray you smoke with me Go to bed with a kilo like Casino Janet Reno, we all we got the creed of Nino Pretty cars in the driveway If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays Mommas tryna save me but she dont know Im tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, til I got this paper Youre nobody til somebody kills you You fuckin wanna walk around with these niggas? What the fuck is their culture? Where the fuck is their souls at? What defines you? These niggas with these fuckin silly looks on their faces. You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga? Make up your goddamn mind Im from where the streets test you Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure The narcotics is our product The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it New Mercedes as it peels off Nothin penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see em all I said my prayer as Im countin sheep Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me? The mortician, the morgue fillin with more snitches We kill em and takin their bitches, R.I.P Chinchillas on a winter night Black bottles when Im feelin like, you wanna know what winners like And Im never on that tour bus Just a decoy for niggas, the PJs for two of us Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy Touch mine, until its even: kill Like Im knowin every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill We Magic City of the networks Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net worths Mommas tryna save me but she dont know Im tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, til I got this paper Youre nobody til somebody kills you Fuck, yall wanna talk about fuckin jewelries and Bentleys and Hublots and fuckin art that niggas aint got on their fuckin walls and fuckin mansions niggas aint got. Niggas cant even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin staff, nigga. You gotta tell the truth, man. The truthll set you free, son, the truth will set you free

These niggas know Huh Armed and dangerous, call the law Stick to the script, no audible Country ass nigga with an Audemars Cant spell the shit but I order more French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle Get good head on the Autobahn Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God Five steps like Dru Hill Came home from the first tour, with Bad credit and a school bill Middle finger to the bursar Finally famous but Aint too much really change with us Straight up weed; no angel dust Label us notorious, that was 9-7 Saw my old teacher and she asked how Im livin You aint know my shit drop bitch? 9-11 Gettin more hoes than that nigga John Legend Gettin more hoes than that nigga John Legend Nigga you should too, if you knew What this game would do to you Look at all the bullshit Ive been through Better me than you I must confess, I copped the chains I hit the club, I made it rain I hit the road, I made a name I came home, I aint the same I aint the same I aint the same Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know These niggas know, boo-ya nigga? Came through the door like who yall niggas? Stole a nigga flow, I could sue yall niggas Better yet put a hot one through yall niggas Nah, let me stop frontin for yall niggas but Dont let the college shit fool yall niggas Aint the hardest nigga in the land But a grown ass man, and I will step to yall niggas Like whats the problem? Aint gettin paper, nigga heres a loan My shit long, need a hair salon Get it cut, shut the fuck up And wipe your face with my money til your tears is gone No cryin ass, lyin ass Cant afford a whip, but you buyin ass This Fresh Prince nigga, I aint Jazz Fucked yo bitch, nigga I aint ask She pitched it to me like Sosa What the fuck was I sposed do? Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that Keep hoes bi-coastal And they buy postals, aint shit for free Dick the only thing that they get from me Sit VIP, get a sip for free Later on shell be sippin me, literally Picture me at the tip-top With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac Minus six shots, but its still this hot Thirty grand and thats just for the wristwatch Hate to brag but backpacker thats hip hop Write my life and make sure that the script hot And pray the kids watch, if not These niggas know If not, these niggas know I must confess, I copped the chains I hit the club, I made it rain I hit the road, I made a name I came home, I aint the same I aint the same I aint the same I must confess, I cut the chains I hit the club, I made it rain I hit the road, I made a name I came home, I aint the same I aint the same I aint the same Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know Made a mil off the flow, make sure these niggas know

Yo! Yo Big, wake up, wake up baby Mmm, yo... Yo Big, wake yo ass up cmon Im up! Im up. Im up , Im up Big, wake up! Im up Diddy, what the fuck, man? Whats up? Cmon now its a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight Mmm, yeah Yo Big, Big, Big Yeah I hear you dog, I hear you, alright, 7:30 Yo take down this information Aint no pen Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin. Can you do that? Aight honey, yeah write this down Aight, uhm, flight five-oh-four Five-oh-four Leaving Kennedy Kennedy On the L-A-X Oh! Cali? No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper Ahh, no doubt, aight You aight? Im up, Im up Yo Big Im up, man Flight five-oh-four Alright 7:30 Ima meet you at the airport California Yeah Uhh, 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 bent cha, back through that maze I sent ya Talking to the rap inventor Nigga with the game tight, fifth that flame right Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-A-Leo Getting head from some chick he know See its all about the cheddar, nobody do it better Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather Women and the weed, sticky green No seeds bitch please, Poppa aint soft Dead up in the hood, aint no love lost Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up Mad cause I got my dick sucked And my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine 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 Recognize a real Don when you see one Sipping on booze in the House of Blues Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali If I got to choose a coast, I got to choose the East I live out there, so dont go there But that dont mean a nigga cant rest in the West See some nice breast in the West Smoke some nice sess in the West, yall niggas is a mess Thinking Im gon stop, giving L.A props All I got is beef with those that violate me I shall annihilate thee Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes Linens and things, I begin things Beeper start to flash, 818s, 213s 313s, B.I.G Frequently floss hoes at Roscoes If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger Spend about a week on Venice Beach Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Cali got gunplay, models on the runway Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance I be whipping on the freeway, the NYC way On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance Pass hash from left to right Only got five blunts left to light, Im set tonight Met a bitch at the Versace store Said she suck it til I aint got no more, only in L.A Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy Lick it, say its yummy, then fuck your man Whats your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State? Almost gold, five Gs a show date Or do you wanna see about seven digits? Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali Im going going, back back, to Cali Cali

Mmmmmmmmm-HMM See.. I told you.. See, I told yall muhfuckers Yo yo.. that stupid nigga man I told yall to stop! He fucked up, yo.. I pray for you to stop Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. yo.. yo.. Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. But no, you didnt stop Yo.. yo.. And now, we wont stop Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release you lose teeth like Lil Cease Nigga please, blood floods your dungarees And thats just the half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average playa hater and spectators Buy my CD twice, they see me in the streets They be like, Yo he nice, but thats on the low though Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show I pull out .44s and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas, snort caine niggas Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be Til Lil Cease crippled me Now I play hard like my girls nipples be The game sour like a pickle be, yall know the rules Move from BK to New Jeruz Thinkin bout all the planes we flew, bitches we ran through Now the years new, I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shits strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya, I aint mad at cha Blood rushin, concussions aint nothin Catch cases, come out fronting, smokin something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system Knockin Ma$e shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, fore I stick you for your re-up Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss Hell, we don’t give a fuck We just absolutely don’t give a fuck Because there ain’t no love here There ain’t no love here You know, we gon keep doin what we do We gon keep fuckin you up Ima keep stomping your motherfucking head in You fucking bitch Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight Uhh.. Im flamin gats, aimin at These fuckin maniacs, put my name in raps What part the game is that? Like they hustle backwards I smoke Backwoods and Dutchies, you cant touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy Youre bleedin lovely, with yo spirit above me Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky Now you rest eternally sleepy, you burn when you creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast shaky, slippin tryna break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team in the marine-blue Six Coupé Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin out The block for distances, givin long kisses, bitch Only I can do now, I say a prayer for you You know, that’s the only thing I can do, just pray for your mind Because, see your mind is in control of your heart Where its supposed to be the other way around Your heart has got to control your mind So now, I have no feelings for you You have made me cruel Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight Frank White the menacin, Chron Chrons the medicine I got the lettuce and you turn green like cucumber skin Got the new Hummer in the summer when I was a newcomer then, drugs and MAC-10s Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you Be broke, girls wont date you Thats why I relate to, choke your ass out til your face blue Make you, open the safe too No matter how you call it , this brolic alcoholic Like his weed greened out, like his brick solid Distribute to kids who take heart like Valentine Drink Ballantine all the time Slugs hit your chest, tap your spine, flatline Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked four times Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight See the fucked up thing is that I love you You know what I’m saying It’s just in my nature to love you I can’t hate you ‘Cause its not in my nature to hate you You know, I don’t know Maybe I’m a different type of individual But you have me on a line And there’s a thin line between love and hate And God-forbid I cross that line Cause I’m not gon’ give a fuck I’m telling you right motherfucking now The shit that ya’ll done started Is never gonna stop! We are never gonna stop! And we’re not talking about no other rappers We’re talking about you, motherfucker! You know who I’m talking to We comin for you We comin for you Laughs Feels so good Ima make you love me baby, baby

One, one two Check me out right here yo Yo, the sun dont shine forever You can turn the track up a little bit for me But as long as its here then we might as well shine together All up in my ears Better now than never, business before pleasure The mic is loud, but the beats isnt loud P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Dont make a ass outta yourself, by assumin YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? Turn that shit all the way up, yeah You know that Im two levels above you baby Musics gettin louder Hug me baby, Ima make you love me baby This shit is hot! Talkin crazy, aint gon get you nuthin but choked Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats Ima win cause Im too smart for these cats While they makin up facts you rakin up plaques 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 , 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 izz-H phenomenal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I could 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 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? Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, Ima get my stash on Theres a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said Id live it up til all the cash gone Aint that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your tape or CD The Billboard killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em You aint gotta like me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be 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, we just macin them, placin them In fune-rals, criminals turned aroused To 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 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? Ayo, can you hear me out there? Ayo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there Thats good, its all fucked up now Yall know its all fucked up now right? What the fuck Ima do now? What Ima do now? Can yall hear me out there? We got the real live shit!! Can yall hear me out there? Fuck yall niggas wanna do Its all fucked up now.. what Ima do now, huh? What Ima do now? Its all fucked up now

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 your killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes like True Lies, kill em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream, or else Your life is on the shelf, we mean this, Frank Them cats we fucking 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 Fucking real, heres the deal I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 apiece Enough to cop a 6, buy the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capisce? Everybody getting cream, no one considered a leech Think about it now, thats damn near 1.5 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 Picture me being scared Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Picture me being shook We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook Picture a nigga hiding My life in that mans hands while he just deciding Id rather go toe-to-toe With all of yall; running aint in my protocol Since its on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron From Tucson, push the black Yukon Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up Thats when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats Heres a criminal, nigga made Americas Most Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat The nigga got bagged with the toast Weeded, took it to trial, beat it Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it Nothing to lose tattooed around his gun wounds Everything to gain embedded in his brain And me? I feel the same—for this money, you dying Especially if my daughter crying, I aint lying Yall know the science Picture me being scared Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Picture me being shook We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook Picture a nigga hiding My life in that mans hands while he just deciding Id rather go toe-to-toe With all of yall; running aint in my protocol We agreed—to go in shooting is silly Because niggas could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis So I freaked em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican Gloria from Astoria, I went to war with her peeps in 91 Stole a gun from my workers And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us We blazed they place; long story, Glo seent my face Got shook, thought a nigga was coming for the safe Now she breaking, Shut up! 112, whats shaking? A Jamaican, some bitches, I swear they look gay And a black Range Rover been outside all day If its trouble, let me know, Ill be on my way Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed Nightmare, this bitch dont need Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we about to blow this Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place When they evacuate, they meet they fate Ron, pass the gasoline, the nigga passed me kerosene Fuck it, its flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable Strike the match, just what I expected The dread kid ejected in seconds, and here come two... Opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian We in the hallway, waiting patient As soon as she hit the door, we start blasting I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughing, I swear to God I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast She crying, headshots put her to rest Pop open them briefcases, nothing but Franklin faces The spots hot: sprinklers, alarm systems Thats when other guests start to slip in Its time for us to get to dipping I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up Flipping, pistol-gripping, I load the clip in The hallway got real loud and crowded They walked right past us, I dont know how they allowed it The funny thing about it, through all the excitement They Range got towed, they double-parked by a hydrant Stupid motherfuckers

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for you are with me Your rod and your staff, they comfort me You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever Niggas in my faction dont like askin questions Strictly gun-testin, coke-measurin Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Mannys Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig-piece, nigga deceased Muah, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear Shits official, only the Feds I fear Heres a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin So dont you get suspicious Im Big Dangerous, youre just a Lil 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 Youre nobody til somebody kills you Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you Uhh, uhh Watch Casino, Im the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino Ask Nino, he know Green with envy, the green tempts me To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty Live happily ever after in laughter Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead Three of mine dead, nothin left to do But tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshed Incidents like this, I take trips Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore Told me meet em in the future later Theyll take me shoppin, buy me lavender and fuschia Gators Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters Rich bitch shit, drinkin Cristal til they piss the shit, uhh Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me Reminisce on dead friends too Youre nobody til somebody kills you Youre nobody til somebody kills you Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you Youre nobody til somebody kills you Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you Uhh, uhh You can be the shit, flash the fattest five Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit You aint worth spit, just a memory Remember he used to push the champagne Range Silly cat, wore suede in the rain Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I cant recall his name , you mean that kid That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine? A fuckin shame, dukes a lame, whats his name? Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? Youre nobody til somebody kills you Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you Youre nobody til somebody kills you Youre nobody, til somebody, kills you

Uh, uh-huh, yeah Uh, uh-huh, yeah Uh, uh-huh, yeah Goodfellas, uh Now, what yall wanna do? Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dippin in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah, livin the raw deal Three course meals: spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal But still, everythings real in the field And what you cant have now, leave in your will But dont knock me for tryin to bury Seven zeros over in Rio de Janeir-y Aint nobodys hero, but I wanna be heard On your Hot 9-7 every day, thats my word Swimmin in women with they own condominiums Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums Its all about the Benjamins, what I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts Five carats on my hands with the cuts In somethin European chromed out with the clutch, what I wanna hold figures, fuck bein a broke nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a broke Viga Im with Mo sippers, watched by gold diggers Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep For my team so while you sleep Ima scheme We see through, thats why nobody never gon believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews Dont let the melody intrigue you , cause I leave you Im only here for that green paper with the eagle Im strictly tryin to cop those colossal-sized Picassos And have papi flip coke outside Delgados Tienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And a Latin chick transportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mos, never sober Flexin Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota Avoidin NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to bone her But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants Trickin and takin me skiin at the Aspens, ugh Gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac coupe thats dark brown Pinky-ringin, gondolas with the man singin Italian music down the river with your chick clingin To my bizzalls, player, you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPauls Cmon, cmon, uh-huh Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Now, what yall wanna do? Wanna be ballers, shot-callers Brawlers, who be dippin in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus What the bloodclaat Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh? Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family Dressed in all black like The Omen Have your friends singin, This is for my homie And you know me from makin niggas so sick Floss in my 6, with the lex on the wrist If its murder, you know she wrote it German Ruger for yo ass, bitch, deep throat it Know you wanna feel the womb cause its platinum-coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, player-hatin from the sidelines Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? Im a Goodfella kinda lady Stash .380s in Mercedes; Puffy, hold me down, baby! Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do Pull the trigger too, fuck you! I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill, the ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin me In my asshole , undercover, Donnie Brasco Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl My West Coast shorty push the chrome 740 Rockin Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat? Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at And Im livin that whole life, we push weight Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State Listen close, its Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til Im empty, dont tempt me Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what? Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah

Just hung up the phone and I Could already tell that youre comin home intoxicated, ooh So you better take your time with me Cause I remember last time you wouldnt make love to me Then you fell fast asleep Wouldnt even talk to me, no Say— Say Im so crazy, baby I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys Please, for me Since youre comin home intoxicated, oh For me, please I wanted you to race my mind, mind They said you got high as the sky Up all night just dancin, huh I hit you like, Please come home to me But youre not understandin, no You gon make me beg, make me plead I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys I just figured you could make time for me Since that youre comin home intoxicated, oh, yeah Race my mind, I got the keys, please Picture me rollin through downtown in a A4 Picture my signature on a pair of some J 4s Picture me carin what niggas sayin on Wi-Fi they dont pay for Knew I needed love, but I think I value the hate more To push towards things that I prayed for Retrograde energy shifts are what I was made for And dont you dare hit me back with no K, sure Soon as I tell you that you the one I would wait for You too saucy, too flossy, you moved in and moved off me All to be with niggas who just startin to move bossy Maybe I just handled you too softly Them boys got no Kelis in they blood If your whole heart wasnt in it, I know a piece of it was Posted that pic you sent me, it wasnt recent enough How Im supposed to wife it? You not Ayesha enough You love getting Td up Love showin the cakes, you know that they eat it up Love touchin the road as soon as its heatin up Invited you over, you said that you showin up All them spelling mistakes, I know that you drunk as fuck All them other mistakes, lets let it be what it was Them niggas just cant understand it I want you to change my mind, Im praying you pulling up Know who you be around, I know that they teaming up Telling you you better off leavin me in the dust I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys Please, for me Since youre comin home intoxicated, oh For me, please I wanted you to race my mind, mind

Biggie Smalls is the illest What? Uh Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Uh Biggie Smalls, Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Uh, yeah Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Representing BK to the fullest Gats, I pull it Bastards ducking when B.I.G. be bucking Chickenheads be clucking, in my back room fucking It aint nothing They know B.I.G. be handling With the MAC in the Ac door paneling Bandaging MCs, oxygen, they cant breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve Wear boxers so my dick can breathe Breeze through in the Q Forty-five by my side, lyrical high And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches Get smoked like Dutches from the master Hate to blast ya but I have to You see I smoke a lot Your life is played out like Kwame And them fucking polka dots Who rock the spot? Biggie You know how the weed go, unbelievable Its unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest B-I-G, G-I-E A-K-A., B-I-G Get it? Biggie Also known as the bon appétit Rappers cant sleep need sleeping B.I.G. keep creeping Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating Dumb rappers need teaching Lesson A: Dont fuck with B-I Thats that Oh I, thought he was wack Oh, come, come now, why yall so dumb now Hunt me or be hunted I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways To simmer sauté, Im the winner all day Lights get dimmer down Biggies hallway My forte causes Caucasians to say He sounds demented Car weed scented, if I said it, I meant it Bite my tongue for no one Call me evil, or unbelievable Its unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus coupes Leave no witnesses, what you think this is? Aint no amateurs here I damage and tear, MCs fear me They too near not to hear me Clearly, Im the triple beam dream One thousand grams of uncut to the gut It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill Trying to play gorilla when you aint no killer The gats by your liver, your upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I said hi And throw down some ice for the nicest MC Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable Its unbelievable Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Its unbelievable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Believable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Believable Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest Biggie Smalls— Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest

Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids? Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews With the neighborhood crews hanging on the avenues Turn your pages to 1993 Niggas is getting smoked, G, believe me Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick Cause real street niggas aint having that shit Totin TECs for rep Smoking blunts in the project hallways Shooting dice all day Waitin for niggas to step up on some fightin shit We get hype and shit and start lightin shit So step away with your fistfight ways Motherfucker, this aint back in the days But you dont hear me though Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? No more coco-levio one, two, three One, two, three, all it is to me is a mystery I hear you motherfuckers talk about it But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it And Im down with the shit, too For the stupid motherfuckers want to try to use Kung-Fu Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrappin Slugs in his back and thats what the fuck happens When you sleep on the street Little motherfuckers with heat wanna leave a nigga six feet deep And we coming to the wake To make sure the crying and commotion aint a motherfucking fake Back in the days our parents used to take care of us Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us Calling the city for help because they cant maintain Damn, shit done changed Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? If I wasnt in the rap game Id probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game Because the streets is a short stop Either youre slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot Shit, its hard being young from the slums Eatin five cent gums, not knowing where your meals coming from And now the shits getting crazier and major Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagers Goin out of town, blowing up Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up It make me wanna grab the nine and the shotty But I gotta go identify the body Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin took out Shit, my mama got cancer in her breast Dont ask me why Im motherfucking stressed, things done changed Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Yuugh, I drops every blue moon To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge Legend has it, the wrist is magic The left is Patek, Philippes replaced by Matsuhisa Ignore most requests for the feature Unless it’s getting played on the beach in Ibiza While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha Can’t you see my Total; Pam, Kima, Keisha I’m aiming for the moguls, why yall niggas aiming at the locals? And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopeful Still wishing on a star The last one to find out that Baby own the cars The final trilogy of Jaws The grills like, interior gauze It feels like, still white Matching Missoni looks African on me They tryin’ pin this trafficking on me like Mano and Tony My thoughts spilling over The soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the coca Yuugh! It’s a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox Half a million paralleled and ain’t nothin’ rented Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit It rides a little better in the cockpit Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Mu told me to switch styles He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounce Adidas gave me a million and that don’t bounce The president of G.O.O.D. Music has been announced A quarter million a year and that don’t bounce I’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing count Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce My breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile’ fame Selling Eminem to him and ‘em White to the Blacks I’m a villain in The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem Let’s talk about it gentlemen My barcode is Netflix “Narcos” Part on the side of my fro like I’m Pablo No hablo, I sell blow Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho Yuugh, let’s take the scenic route I could show you the strange fruit It’s looking like Beirut They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2 These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use Of every Spanish name I done ran across No matter what the weight, I done ran it off I’m walking on water, I took the sandals off Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a

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 Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Lets go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays Off the forehead, everything is real Biggie put me on this joint, so Ima be the big wheel Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th Hey Biggie, I understand youre from Brooklyn With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat? Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm A strange form, something kind of lyrical Biggie the bastard, Sadats kind of spiritual Well, in God we trust, guns I bust Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping And, uh, do you know where youre going to? Do you like the things that I bring? Make an MC wanna sing for a living Take the beatdown we fucking giving Cmon, motherfucker! Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block When I told yall last week that shit was too hot Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes Somebody dont get paid, somebodys block get sprayed Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas Ima hit em where it hurts The Big City, it dont spare no bodies Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis Im about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses Hey, your money, thats your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock Ima tell them, It can happen, dont play me with that rap shit Life is real, so Biggie take the steel Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on I got seven Mac-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten Mac-10s the shits never end You cant touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, thats how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Lil Gotti got the shotty to your body So dont resist or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give MCs the runs dripping When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God Im dropping shit like a pigeon I hope youre listening, smacking babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fucking shit spill And Im talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it Cause I got mo shots to pop ya Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper Signing off is the hardcore rap singer AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on

Uh, I like that, you like that? Heres another one, and another one And another one, and another one Uh Whaat, whaat You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight Uh, heres another one And another one Uh, uh, what Some say the X, make the sex spec-tacular Make me lick you from yo neck to your back, then ya Shivering, tongue delivering Chills up that spine, that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight If its all right with you, we fucking Déjà vu, the blunts sparked, finger fucking in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Remember when I used to play between your legs? You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head Straight to your mothers bed Not the Marriott, we be lucky if we find a spot Next to your sister, damn I really missed the Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that Way she used to giggle when your ass would wiggle Now I know youre used to suites at the Parker Meridien Trips to the Caribbean, but tonight, no ends You must be used to me spending You must be used to me And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight Heres another one And another one And another one What! What! You must be used to me spending You must be! And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight Heres another one And another one Uh, uh Girl you look fine Like a wide face Rolex, you just shine I like that waistline Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb My style genuine, girl I love you long time I got you pinned up, with your fucking limbs up All because you like the way my Benz was rimmed up Bitch keep yo chin up, please watch me do thee Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mami I like it when you tro it pon me No love making, strictly back breaking Cease know, all his hoes, go to my door Then they go to his flo, to fuck some more So no, caviar, Shark Bar, uh-uh Strictly sex thats sweaty and leftover spaghetti I know you used to slow CDs and Dom Ps But tonight its eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight Can you feel me?, cause I can feel you Can you feel me?, cause I can feel you You must be used to me spending You must be used to me And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight Can you feel me? ,cause I can feel you Can you feel me , R. Kelly take me to the bridge Lets stop the bullshit, baby Let me take you to the spot, fit you hot So you wanna be with me , Puff Daddy B.I.G. , bring that ass to me You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight Can you feel me? cause I can feel you Can you feel me?, cause I can feel you You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight Fucking you baby, Im fucking you baby You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight You must be used to me spending And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight No matter what you may say, babe Giving it to you, any way I possibly can You must be used to me spendin And all that sweet wining and dining Well, Im fucking you tonight, oohhh baby, sugar, honey

No big up our gun men, seen? Cuh dis ah 94 when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah Watch this, lawd 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 1970 something, nigga I dont sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck? I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit New York, New York, ready for the likes of this Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, thats when my mama water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck Im seeing my death and I aint even took my first step I made it out, Im bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said, Hes going to be a bad boy 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 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 want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didnt show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldnt see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, thats surprising Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night Keep ducking cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizing I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas living street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga youre slipping If Im dipping on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC Respect to the macks in the Acs To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing In a Biggie Smalls thing, do it, Ja Have mercy! The gunman in all de party And everybody feel irie And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me Have mercy The wul ah we in ah de party And everybody look irie Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy Do it No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self Cuh we nuh watch nuh this girl seen? The hardcore thing we ah deal with Oh yes, we are the best No other guy can test Shit, Mami, damn, why you actin like that, man? Cause I dont be doin this Im sayin, you know it aint nothin Its just part of sex, ya knowm saying But you know I dont do this I dont even know how to do this Im just sayin, jus— just a little peck Mami, for daddy Just a little peck Like that? Thats what Im sayin, yeah You know I dont be doin this though You know that Whatever bitch!

As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex Id probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle Ooh, Regina Belle, shed probably do me swell Jasmine Guy was fly, Mariah Careys kinda scary Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary? Them jeans, they fitting like a glove I had a crush on you since Real Love, huh Hold your horses Ima show you who the boss of intercourse is Sex, Im taking no losses Even groups like SWV and TLC cant see B.I.G. with telepathy The recipe, a pinch of hardcore with a gun Pimpin aint easy, but it sure is fun When I bust my nuts I bust em one by one So whats the 4-1-1, hun? Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch Ill put Chanté Moore pussy in stitches Ill fuck RuPaul before I fuck them ugly-ass Xscape bitches You can 76 the 69, try 68 Make Raven-Symoné call date rape Only cause Im paid, Im fucking all of Jade And my DJ Zhané, she likes it when they say Everybody move your body Got Whitney Houston boosting from Bobby As I bust the cherry of Monica and Terry Back shots to Chaka, I know that pussy hairy Sade, ooh, I know that pussy tight Smack Tina Turner give her flashbacks of Ike Smoke a stoge, fuckin En Vogue because its four of them Jimmy hats for Patra, Im using all of them If that bitch give me action, guaranteed satisfaction Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch You know what Im sayin, Tim, man? I aint tryna diss the honeys You know what Im sayin? I just be buggin, you know what Im sayin? I aint tryna disrespect nobody, you know? Im just buggin out, you know? You know the flavor of the Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique Know what Im sayin? Buttnaked Tim Dawg in the motherfuckin house Im just playin Were just havin a little fun Aint no harm done, B But I would hit all of yall

What you wanna do I got that old thing back What you wanna see Baby sing, relaxing What you wanna do I got that old thing back What you wanna see Baby sing, relaxing Yeah, bad boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls Listen Uh, yeah, babe Oh, listen to me Ah yeah To sex, Im similar to the thriller in Manila Honeys call me Bigga the Condom Filler Whether it’s stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders, in the back of the Pathfinder You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift Here we go, here we go, but Im not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans I wear thirteens, know what I mean? Ill fuck around and hit you with the Hennessey dick Mess around and go blind, dont get to see shit The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesnt matter Skinny or fat, or light-skinned, or black, baby I drop these Boniqua mommies screamin, Ay papi! I love it when they call me Big Poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow Fuck tae kwon do, I tote da fo-fo For niggas gettin mad cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G, ya see All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed Im guaranteed to fuck her til her nose bleed Even if your new mans a certified mack Youll get that H-town in ya, youll want that old thing back What you wanna do I got that old thing back What you wanna see Baby sing, relaxing What you wanna do I got that old thing back What you wanna see Baby sing, relaxing That old thing back, like B-I double G-I-E With some new R-U-L-E Notorious known to bustin in ya E-Y-E Bitches know they love to hate me I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe How close we came to coming together is crazy How come you aint misses with similar your faces When I come you be cryin like Im killin yall bitches And notice a bigger picture than the camera rollin Cause I only be knowin how the shits unfolding Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloading Got a reload, like every so often You sayin I got my swagger back Im lookin like bitch, my swagger never left Its so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back What you wanna do I got that old thing back What you wanna see Baby sing, relaxing What you wanna do I got that old thing back What you wanna see Baby sing, relaxing Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me She mad because what we had didnt last Im glad because her cousin let me hit the ass Fuck the past, lets dwell on the 500 SL The E and J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rim, with Benjamins Another hons in the crib, please send her in I fuck nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot But lickin clits had to stop Cause yall dont know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow, really though I got the cleanest meanest penis Ya never seen this stroke of genius So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit I mean the spandex and hit my man next Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I dont chase em, I replace em And if Im caressin em, Im undressin em Fuck whatcha heard, whos the best in New York For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick And when Im done I got to split shit What you wanna do I got that old thing back What you wanna see Baby sing, relaxing What you wanna do I got that old thing back What you wanna see Baby sing, relaxing Yeah, bad boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls Listen Uh, yeah, babe Oh, listen to me Ah yeah

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

The Biggie Duets! Jazzy Fizzle, Jagged Edge Ladies and gentlemen! I go on and on and on and Dont take em to the crib unless they bonin Easy, call em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay dressed to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo Except how Im gettin home tomorrow Cease will drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Griffin, she got to be to work by eight This must mean she aint tryna wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state, You know what you do to me She starts off, Well I dont usually Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South I threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I dont stop until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked - it all work Gotta love my lil nasty girl Know I love my lil nasty girl I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil nasty girl All my women from around the world I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G I need you to dance, I need you to strip I need you to shake your lil ass and hips I need you to grind like you workin for tips And gimme what I need while we listen to Prince Cause miss you aint seen the world yet, rocked La Perla yet Rocked them pearl sets, flew in a pearl jet My style make a low profile girl smile Blow a chick back like I blow through a trial And now you and me can drink some Hennessy Then we get it on, mad women wantin to bone Sean Combs Sippin on Patron, speedin be leanin, got em fiendin Then when I did it to you throw it right back And tell me Yeah Diddy I like it like that Lift your shirt, you know how I flirt Heels & skirt, lets take it off, now lets work Gotta love my lil nasty girl Know I love my lil nasty girl I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil nasty girl All my women from around the world I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G J-E & B-I-G Got the keys from Diddy Were a Man lookin no stress Meet us upstairs in ya best, yes! Dress to impress, spark this bitchs interest Jazzy on the beat so sweet Ladies if ya feel me grab ya titties for B-I-G Okay ma, whats ya preference? Nice and slow or fast and reckless Pull your hair girl, bite cha necklace! Lemme show you what a nigga from the Lou is blessed with I make ya sprang a leak When Im done flip the mattress change the sheets Im like the radical one I vibrate a lil more than your mechanical one From yo titties to ya thong Either way mama Imma make you do what it do Girl Im about to make you cum Guaranteed when you fuckin wit me, girl Cause Ill go on and on and on On and on and on On and on Ladies if you feel me, grab them thangs for Biggie Gotta love my lil nasty girl Know I love my lil nasty girl I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil nasty girl All the women from around the world I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G Gotta love my lil nasty girl Know I love my lil nasty girl I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil nasty girl All the women from around the world I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G Ladies & gentlemen you are now in tune into the very best Jazzy Fizzle... Nelly man, Jagged Edge The Notorious... NOTORIOUS! B-I-G THE BIGGIE DUETS! NOTORIOUS! BAD BOY! SHO NUFF SHO NUFF! NOTORIOUS! NOTORIOUS! Ladies & Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen... LETS GO! LETS GO! LETS GO! LETS GO! hey hey hey hey

I shoulda saw it coming I shoulda saw the signs But I wanted to believe you, trust you You said you wouldnt lie But baby, you were so good, so good You had me going blind You said he was your best friend I’m guessing I wasnt your type, hey What goes around comes around And if it goes up, it comes down I know youre mad cause I found out Want you to feel what I feel right now Now that it’s over I just wanna break your heart right back, right back Want you to cry me a river I just want to break your heart right back Yeah, all this time I was blind, running round telling everybody My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby My baby loves me You said I was your best, would be your last Now he’s gone, you’re alone Don’t want you back You’re telling me you’re sorry Well sorry, Im over it Cause Ive already been there done that Not doing this again, no What goes around comes around And if it goes up, it comes down I know you mad cause I found out Want you to feel what I feel right now Now that it’s over I just wanna break your heart right back, right back Want you to cry me a river I just want to break your heart right back Yeah, all this time I was blind, running round telling everybody My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby My baby loves me Uh, listen, you got a man, but your man aint loyal Don’t understand how to spell it out for ya Yes, Im a G, from the A, and they ask why Sorry, had to tell you Im a nice guy Naw, Im a sick guy, money too much I step on stage, and girls move too much The flow so gross, my nickname school lunch And he with them other guys, and you know its true cause Okay, G-A-M-B-I-N-O I know they hate, but I don’t know why, uh I know the way he did you was whack But I know how you can get dude right back and get with me Now that it’s over I just wanna break your heart right back, right back Want you to cry me a river I just want to break your heart right back Yeah, all this time I was blind, running round telling everybody My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby loves me My baby, my baby My baby loves me Ooh, yeah, running round town tellin everybody Ooh, yeah, running round town tellin everybody Ooh, yeah, running round town tellin everybody Ooh, yeah, running round town tellin everybody Im coming out, yeah, yeah, say, say he’s coming, hey Im coming out

Uhh, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, what Hah, what, how real is this? Uhh, uhh, how real is this? What? Uhh, what? Uhh We push the hottest Vs, peel fast Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash Me and Biggie and the models be shakin they sadiddy ass And Prada be somethin you cats got to see And the watches be all types and shapes of stones Bein broke is childish and Im quite grown Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and Im gone You cats is home screamin the fights on Im in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Tyson Same night, same fight But one of us cats aint playin right, I let you tell it People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons And tell me you wont ball every chance you get And any chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense, dont it? Now make dollars Cats pop bottles, bone chicks that favor Idalis And rack up frequent flight mileage Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey Im poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethin Watch is platinum, got jet lag from Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes Make the best CDs and the best tapes Dont forget the vinyl; take girls, break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesús, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in the beards and mustaches Rock top fashions Aint shit changed, cept the number after the dot on the Range Way niggas look at me now, kinda strange I hate yall too Rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel Its unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal Bitches used to go, Ewww! Still tote steel, Im tryin to see five mil off the single, for real You aint fazin the amazin While your guns raisin, mine is blazin See you want see me all talkin to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick Blocka, Roc-A-Fella, Bad Boy collabo Two MCs with mad dough, you know I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey Miraculous, pockets stay full Niggas skip the bull cause we matadors Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers And we clap the doors of your Acuras Snap like, cameras on amateurs Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws Everybody got a part to play, back to yours Run up in your crib now, crack your doors Watch the real players live, its a habit to floss Play the charts like The Beatles, yall adapt you lost And toast Cristal on behalf of yall Too bad for yall Aint too many as bad as yours truly Do we, we laugh at yall Little bastards yall Uhh, uhh We hit makers with acres Roll shakers in Vegas, you cant break us Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq Country house, tennis courts on horseback Ridin, decidin cracked crab or lobster Who say mobsters dont prosper? Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars Me Im, critically acclaimed, slug pass your brain Reminisce on dames whose coochie used to stink When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places Tito smile every time he see our faces Cases catch more than outfielders Half these rappin cats aint seen war Couldnt score if they had point game, they lame Speak my name, I make em Dash like Dame I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

Keep it real I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop, eh eh, eh eh I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop Jesus, the Notorious just Please us with your lyrical thesis We just chilling, milk em, Top Billin Silk and pure linen, me and Lil 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 Dick up in your middle like Monie She dont know but she setting up to blow me Try to style, flying north with a homie Escada, Don Dada, player, stay splurging Game so tight they call it virgin 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 your love I need you in my life Where do I go, what do I do I cant live without your love Thinkin of you makes me feel Like Im 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 You always make me so happy Youll always have a place in my heart I need you in my life Where do we go, what do I do Cause I cant live without your love Thinkin of you, makes me feel Like Im the only one for you Now you can hum all you want to, cum all you want to Money Imma front you, girl I wanna flaunt you Imma always want you when nobody wants you If I die now my lovell still haunt you Mase aint the one thatll pay for your phone Mase be the one thatll take you home Even though Im not the one that gave you the stone On your days alone I can make you moan Everybody know I got more bounce than the ounce Bad Boy get more money than you can count Why Im buying things you cant even pronounce Id do it to you cats for a large amount And when the beef come, you know where to be found Why Ill be around til the winner is announced So there ya go girl with thousands in ya palms Why you cant let bygones be bygones Where do I go, what must I do If I cant live without your love Thinking of you, makes me feel baby Like Im 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 + Slim adlibs I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop I thought I told you that we wont stop, eh-eh, eh-eh

Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell It dont make sense, goin to heaven wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin to my mother, even stealin out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fuckin abortion Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze, until the beds, completely red Im glad Im dead, a worthless fuckin buddah head The stress is buildin up, I cant I cant believe suicides on my fuckin mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me Naw you wouldnt understand You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there aint no comin back Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad Im gone She knew me and her sister had somethin goin on I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died I reach my peak, I cant speak Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak Im sick of niggas lyin, Im sick of bitches hawkin Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin

Yeah, nigga, yeah That’s right, baby This how we do it Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think niggas is tryin to kill me Picturin pistols spittin hollow points til they drill me Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel See, niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now theyre petrified bitches Im tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm Im trapped in the storm, and fuck the world till Im gone Bitches be warned — word is bond, youll get torn Im bustin on Giuliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong And then its on, before I leave picture me Im spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free Watch me set it, niggas dont want it, you can get it, bet it Make these jealous niggas mad, I said it Its Thug Life, nigga, we dont cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred muthafuckas at yo do with fo-fos Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga Thug Life Im hard, Jehovah said Im barred from the pearly gates Fuck Him, I didnt wanna go to heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talkin bout some Praise the Lord shit Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her Id probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer Our Father, my pops stuck up dope spots Big, black and mean with the fifth by the Gabardine What you expected from his next of kin? Im loco, bro, but aint no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im shittin The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake? Ron G, stop the break I be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G A Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter With more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker, rapper slash armed robber While yall be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that Im in Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin My lifestyle is far out Every week, bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out Uh, cause I keep cream, Im large on the street scene Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlems finest, yeah That nigga who hold it down for Uptown Hahahaha, this how we do it out here On this underground real shit, nigga Its the heat, nigga! Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you cant help it Deadly combination, boy!

, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah Right Now Sound, Yeah Sound, Sound! I just text my main chick I told her I aint coming home I just text my main chick I told her I aint coming home Bongo By The Way Hey Mixing Henny with the Bombay Fuck it, I done had a long day I done linked up with my old thing Right time, but the wrong place Yeah Riding round with it on me Got me thinking about all my old days I been getting money four ways R. Kelly, 12 Play with the foreplay I know , I be up to no good Baby, I know , Im just misunderstood I just text my main chick I told her I aint coming home I just text my main chick I told her I aint coming home I just text my main chick I told her, I aint coming home tonight , how you living, nigga, how you living? Im on jet skis with naked bitches Give my last to these naked bitches Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah Thats how, you know, when its all bad She call me, I text her, I could call back But she imagine in her head Im doing all that I tell her Im not, she like, YG, you a thot I know, I be up to no good Baby, I know , Im just misunderstood Yeah, yeah A hundred times, told her, I was gon stop But its kind of hard when every night them bottles pop Yeah, yeah Its kind of hard when youre making your watch Make all them nines and tens flop Yeah I just text my main chick I told her I aint coming home I just text my main chick I told her I aint coming home , tonight I just text my main chick I told her I aint coming home tonight

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? We gonna do it like this Anytime youre ready, check it I got seven MAC-11s, about eight 38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shits never ends 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 Thats how I got the weedspot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Little Gotti got the shotty to your body So dont resist, or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give MCs the runs drippin when I throw my clip in The AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flows remarkable, peace to Mateo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, Im dropping shit, like a pigeon I hope youre listenin, smacking babies at they christenin Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls What you gonna do with it, 2Pac? Yeah, where the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings Though Im stressin, keep a vest for protection From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Aint nothin separating us from a MAC-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler Hold up, a straight soldier, buckin at the busters No matter how you try, niggas never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply You see me striking down the block, hittin corners Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I wanna And aint no stopping at the red lights Im sideways, Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays Let the cops put they lights on; chase me, nigga! Zig-zaggin through the freeway; race me, nigga! In a high-speed chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw

If Peter Piper pecked em, I bet you Biggie bust em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically I dust em off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers Bitch with that platinum grammar I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch, murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease-free bitch, check it I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&Ms Roll with the M.A.F.I.A., remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles Now strictly niggas that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons Sleep til noon, rap Pam Griers here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggas wives for one point five While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be em Most of yall niggas cant eat without per diem Im rich, Ima stay that bitch Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging In the Tunnel & Essos Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch! Uhh Check my pitch, authentic persona And Ill still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales Shopping Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team Shits straight like 9:15, ynahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossing my Rolex wrist shit Im rich, Ima stay that bitch Shit Im rich, Ima stay that bitch

Phone rings Yo...hello? Faith?! Click Phone rings Yo Kill you, motherfucker Hello? Kill you, motherfucker Word? Im gonna get you, motherfucker You better watch your motherfuckin back Thats my word nigga Get the fuck outta here Better watch your motherfuckin back Watch my back? Word? Im gonna get Biggie, Im gonna kill Biggie You soft duke, you soft Fuck all you niggas, you all aint SHIT Watch your motherfuckin back Eat a dick Click Jealousys a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers! If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker! See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down! Motherfuckers dont even know you, and they dont like you Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set off Shoulda pushed him dead off, wipe the sweat off Cause in this world Im dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, 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 Givin cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company 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 Thats not all, MCs have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team and Be more gone than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places, new faces Fuck the screw faces, cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggas 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 Thats not all, MCs have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Thats not all, MCs have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall, fall We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds Niggas want my team to stop shinin Pray my fame start declinin Whinin like girlies We been around the world twice, all we got is mo ice And mo nice, sacrifice your heart Lexus with the automatic start Fifty shotsll tear your club apart Eatin shrimp À la carte, with some bitches from Brussels Eatin clams and mussels Uhh, octopus, pretty face no waist I just want the bush, so I can mack it Give her a package to push, cause I work them hoes Pendejos I show you how to play them hoes Can you just visualize it? Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet So I can sleep safe, not too many keep a mil in the briefcase Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait Thats not all, MCs have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall, fall See, yall motherfuckers live off of negativity What yall niggas need to get through your motherfuckin heads Is that, yall fuckin with some niggas thats on a higher Motherfuckin level -- we dont give a fuck About what you think about us how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep doing our motherfuckin thing From now til the year three thousand bitches! You cant breathe, you cant sleep, you cant eat Without thinkin about us! And without thinkin about us on your mind We gon haunt your asses MOTHERFUCKERS! Thats not all, MCs have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall, fall

The Hamilton Mixtape Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Ayo, mugshot, gun shot, dope shot, jump shot Take your pick—but you only get one shot Advice from a schoolteacher to a young tot Applyin a sticker to his Spider-man lunchbox When even role models tell us were born to be felons Were never gettin into Harvard or Carnegie Mellon And we gon end up either robbin somebody or killin Its not fair thats all they can tell us Thats why I hustle hella hard, never celebrate a holiday Thatll be the day I coulda finally hit the lottery I refuse to ever lose or throw my shot away Or chalk it up as just another one that got away So Im unapologetic, Im on my calisthenics If I have given it all I got I cannot regret it My point of destinations different from where I was headed Cause Ima shoot for the stars to get it One shot I said Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot Yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy, and hungry And Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot No, Im not throwin away my shot Yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy, and hungry And Im not throwin away my shot When opportunity knock, you dont send anyone to get it Answer the door, welcome it, let it in, or regret it They said if you cant beat em, you join em I say, Forget it Cause once you join em youre buildin a ceilin the way youre headed Be American, express how you feel and take the credit Dont settle for 87, go premium unleaded and Take off, shake all the hate off, its over Its they loss, the payoffs their weight off your shoulders Must admit, Im feelin, um, kinda, um Lighter as a writer with this fire and desire to go higher Than a stealth fighter pilot with my eye on every prize I surprise you guys, Im a prize fighter My nine to five describe your scribe, survive minor Setbacks and take steps back from pied pipers Be leaders, believers in yourself and mean it I mean you only get one shot, take it or leave it I said Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot Yo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy, and hungry And Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot No, Im not throwin away my shot Ayo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy, and hungry And Im not throwin away my shot Rise up If you livin on your knees, you rise up Tell your brother that hes gotta rise up Tell your sister that shes gotta rise up When are folks like me and you gonna rise up? Every city, every hood, we need to rise up All my soldiers, whats good? We need to wise up We aint got no other choice, we need to wise up Rise up! Throughout my travels and journeys through life Ive been searchin And been learnin to be the type of person To display how determined I get when Im certain Inside I feel that fire thats burnin Like a knife that is turnin, I fight while Im hurtin Sometimes theyre right cause life is a burden Like the pain from a bite thatll worsen Tryna stifle the light thatll shine on me first and Before I ride in a hearse and My breathing stops And never take my one shot I got fore I lie in the earth And now I come again holdin down Hamilton Hercules Mulligan Readin in Vanity Fair or the Huffington Done with the sufferin, we in the guts again, family rushin in Wonder where Busta been Feelin the hunger and feedin the lust to win See Ive been patiently waitin for this moment To rise up again, thats the way I was molded And as the last one standin as the rest of them foldin Give me my one chance to grab the torch and properly hold it I said Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot Ayo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy, and hungry And Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot No, Im not throwin away my shot Ayo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy, and hungry And Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot Ayo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy, and hungry And Im not throwin away my shot I said Im not throwin away my shot No, Im not throwin away my shot Ayo, Im just like my country Im young, scrappy, and hungry And Im not throwin away my shot Its time to take a shot Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah

It was all a dream Last night I had a dream, thoughts was racin through my head Felt so real to me, this is what was said Had a dream, I said; Bout who? he said Bout B.I.G., I said; Thats big, he said Dig what he said; Proceed, he said Indeed, I said, so, breathe I did Dont repeat what I say, I said, he said nothing He agreed with his head, he just nodded like this What I believe to be a yes, I repeated what was said It came to me like a whisper last evening, I said Whats the deal, playboy? was the greeting he said First thing I wanted to know was the reason he was dead Mo Money Mo Problems, better believe it, he said Careful what you wish for, you might receive it, he said I see, I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me, I said Then B.I. said, Hov, remind yourself: Nobody built like you, you designed yourself! I agree, I said, my one of a kind self Getting stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before Just keep doin your thing, he said; say no more Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam 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 and bamboo, 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 Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky Im blowing up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood, its all good And if you dont know, now you know, nigga Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I see, I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me, I said Then B.I. said, Hov, remind yourself: Nobody built like you, you designed yourself! I agree, I said, my one of a kind self Getting stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before Just keep doin your thing, he said; say no more

You got it goin on, wha wha Uh, wha wha You got it goin on, wha wha Uh, wha wha You got it goin on, wha wha Uh, wha wha You got it goin on, wha wha I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme Take it in the butt yah, yazz wha I got land in Switzerland Even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, its a Big-Momma thing Cant tell by the diamonds in my rings? Thats how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one And another one, and another one And another one, 24-karats, nigga Thats when Im fuckin with the average nigga Work the shaft, brothers be battin me And oh, dontcha like the way I roll And play with my bushy Tell me, whats on your mind when your tongues in the pussy? Is it marriage? Baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine Got to keep em comin all the time Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be Thats why youre mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be Thats why youre mad at me How B.I.G. and Un trust you in the studio with me Dont they know Im tryin to sex you continuously Pull a high power Coupe, make you jump ship Leave who you wit, run with the Roc-A-Fella crew Trick ya for the cheese, tear your boom up Spread a ill Rumor, make you flip on Lil Cease Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits Rock Lil Kim hats and shit I gets down and dirty for the dough I got love and B.I.G. know it He must got the studio bugged Probably, as we speak hes on his way up the street With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat But I aint tryin to beef, Im just tryin to eat Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound Lil Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be Thats why youre mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be Thats why youre mad at me Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees Threw me at high priced Beams Face on TVs, platinum CDs Shit, I never faught Its on nigga, what, pussy greased up Stack the gs up, keeps the knees up What the fuck, stay fillin, half a milln Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin with the Don Push the keys, Gs threes for papes Yeah, I ride crate state to state Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim While you daydream and whine, I just keep gettin mine And Im married to this Yall strategy misses still plannin weddings M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be Thats why youre mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be Thats why youre mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be Thats why youre mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be Thats why youre mad at me

Yo, check it, Call Lil Cease Tell that muhfucker to bring me some muhfuckin weed for this hospital Man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez And go take about like twenty Gs from Gino Tell that muhfucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I cant sleep Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the nurses is lovin me Sayin the best part of the day is my half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga Im gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and thats how it goes NOTORIOUS! Cmon.. we are, we are NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is.. he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! This for my niggas slingin thangs, had my ring encaged Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win And the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggas to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, Trick, what up? Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut Thats the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggas talkin real greasy on some ballin shit Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I aint the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 Its all good, you know who the clone is Fuck the Joneses, niggas tryin to keep up with the Combses NOTORIOUS! Cmon yall.. NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? The Notorious K-I to the M Thats me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what - I dont give a fuck! Yall know my attitude, cant stand my cologne Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone Things done changed, but we continue to reign As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I Frank White still listen to all the ttention Im by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos We takin over like Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new dances See, I let yall live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did yall hoes a favor! She did you a favor, cmon now, yeah NOTORIOUS! NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. Bad Boy baby, D.R. cmon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, cmon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Bad Boy 2000 NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! B.I.G. Born Again And he wont stop NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! Cause he cant stop, yeah, uh-huh We are, we are.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are...

Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby Ralph Tresvant Biggie Smalls Listen... Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah When it comes to sex, Im similar to the thriller in Manila Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler Whether its stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift Here we go, here we go, but Im not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans Im in thirteens, know what I mean I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick Mess around and go blind, dont get to see shit The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesnt matter Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby, I drop these Boricua mommies screamin Ay papi! I love it when they call me Big Poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow Fuck tae kwon do, I tote da fo-fo For niggas gettin mad cause they bitch chose me A big black motherfucker with G ya see All I do is separate the game from the truth Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed Im guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed Even if your new mans a certified mack Youll get that H-town in ya, youll want that old thing back What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldnt start Bitches screamin they want that old thing back Like B I Double G I E With some new R-U-L-E Notorious known for bustin in ya E-Y-E, baby baby! Bitches know they love to hate me I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe How close we came to coming together is crazy How come you and your sis make similar faces When I come you be cryin like Im killin ya bitches Knows when picture in the camera rollin Cause I only be knowin how the shits unfolded Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded Got a reload, like every so often You sayin I got my swagger back Im lookin like bitch, my swagger never left Its so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back Shit... What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldnt start Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me She mad because what we had didnt last Im glad because her cousin let me hit the ass Fuck the past lets dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins Another hons in the crib, please send her in I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot, used to lick the clits a lot But lickin clits had to stop Cause yall dont know how to act when the tongue go down below Peep the funk flow, really though I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit I mean the spandex and hit my man next Sex gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker I dont chase em, I replace em And if Im caressin em, Im undressin em Fuck whatcha heard whos the best in New York Fulfillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick And when Im done I got to split shit Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission Fuck the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I aint frontin They dont call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby, sing relax and feel What you be, where you are You wouldnt start Biggie Smalls P. Diddy yall Bad Boy for life Once again going to the top baby

Fam, you know what Im sayin? The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin mad ‘Cause, you know, that was my nigga, you know And like, I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit I knew the shit was bout to go down And my man was like hyping me Bout everywhere we go, me and O Me and O be together, and the nigga be like Watch, Im telling you when my man get on, its gonna be some shit, we aint gonna have to sell this shit no mo Im telling you And the nigga just got moked out like that, man That shit fucked me up, man Yo, man, I loved that nigga O too That was my motherfuckin heart Yeah, dedicating this to my nigga O We miss you, nigga Going out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the field You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggas; word up Each and every day Daydreams of how we used to be See your family And that babys lookin just like you Whyd you go away? Ive been missin you lately Tell me what youre going through, oh yeah Uhh, uhh I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour Got my man a beat down to the third power He didnt care, spent the money in a half hour Got some fishscale, reigned on competition like a shower Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin In 88, when Kane ruled with Half Steppin A .38, a lot of mouth was our only weapon We was kings til the Ds crept in And now Im missin him Ooh, Im missin you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, Im missin you Nah nah nah nah nah Oh tell me why why why why Uhh, we work all week, weekends we play the movies We rocked flattops, our girls rocked doobies Made a killin, even though the Ds knew me Eventually, you know they try to do me Fuck it! Fed up, my nigga wanted to take it down South Sick of cops coming, sick of throwing jacks in his mouth Gave him half my paper, told em Go that route! Few months, he got his brain blown out, now Im stressed His babys mother, she trippin, blamin me And his older brothers understand the game it be Kinda topsy-turvy; you win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother, they mother lost a son Fuck, why my nigga couldnt stay in N.Y.? Im a thug, but I swear for three days I cried I, look in the sky and ask God why Cant look his baby girls in the eye Damn, Im missin him Ooh, Im missin you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, Im missin you Nah nah nah nah nah Oh tell me why why why why There was this girl around the way that made cats drool Her names Drew, played fools out they money in pool People swore we was fuckin, but we was just cool She used to hang while I slang my joints after school Shed watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me A little closer than the average girls supposed to be Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her Then she started messin with some major players Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch Taya Found out her babys father cheating Now Drew, she gotta slay her One night, across from the corner store Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door The dude lived – what my baby had to die for? Im missin her Ooh, Im missin you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, Im missin you Nah nah nah nah nah Oh tell me why why why why Ooh, Im missin you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, Im missin you Nah nah nah nah nah Oh tell me why why why why Ooh, Im missin you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, Im missin you

You just dont know what you do to me Bad Boy Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina Bet Big get in between ya then see ya Peep the prognosis, doses Blends and Bends like Twizzlers Big is fitting to hurt Whats under that skirt? Who fillin em with octane? Got em gassed up Bout to get blast up, some The last one, word to mother Brother miss ’em I seen it when he kissed em at the wake Made his body shake The high guy in 850i, smoke tint Rap terror, four chrome Anteras Two Fives by the livers, the fifths inconspicuous Bad Boy slipped in ninety-five? Ridiculous! My rap lines is like land mines One step, ka-boom, black suits fill the room To whom it may concern, Junior M.A.F.I.A.s the click Act up, Ill have my honeys Total bust your shit In the middle of the day now baby I seem to think of only you, hey, oh yeah Never thinking for a moment baby That youve been thinking of me too, yeah, so I cant wait for the day That we can be together I cant let you walk away Cant you see you and me Were meant to be, oh baby And theres nothing left to say Cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby Cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me Every time I see you I get this feeling, oh yeah Telling me you are the one Oh what a feeling, hey I cant wait for the day That we can be together I cant let you walk away Cant you see you and me Were meant to be, oh baby And theres nothing left for me to say Cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby Cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me Take me away, so far away Oh what you do to me, oh I wanna be alone together Somewhere just you and me Oh, oh Oh, baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby Cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me Oh, baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby Cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me Oh, baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby Cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me Oh, baby, cant you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby

No, fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes All my niggas know Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, Gucci Don, you know how we play Fuckin scandalous-ass bitches You know how it go, Gooch I meet a bitch, fuck a bitch Next thing you know, you fuckin a bitch You just pass around shit, pass the shit like a cold and shit Fuck em Now when Im fucking off gin Im invincible Dont love no ho, thats my principle Cause, uh, bitches come bitches go Thats why I get my nut and I be out the fucking door They might be the one to set me up Want to get they little brother to wet me up Thats why I tote TECs and stuff, to get them off my case Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced I dont give a bitch enough to catch the bus And when I see the semen Im leaving Bitches be scheming, I kid you not Thats why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked One ho said, Big, why you so hard on us? Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous? Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend, bitch Cause when I like you, then you go and fuck my friend, bitch And you know that aint right You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine You see, I dont sweat these hoes I keep them in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds Bitches just like to play the merry-go Yeah we know, drop the scenario It was me, Dee, the MPV The blunts and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit Light the blunt clip and recognize a pimp Needless to speak, the Gs obsolete Dont sleep, banged the skins in a week On the creep up the avenue I seen her on the block, who she rapping to? Thats my nigga Dee, damn he got G Now she fucking him and fucking me, see You know that aint right You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine, uh Now I play her far like a moon play a star She still sweat me hard cause Im a rap star I be cruising up the block, I be passing her Pimping hard with a female passenger And the only time I call her to hang Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gangbang She should have used her intuition Then she wouldnt be classified in that position, listen Shes saying I dissed her cause Im fucking her sister A message to the fellas, that really gets em pissed, uh But she started that fucking family She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? Plus your sister look better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you So break the fuck out like a rash Im glad I aint spend no cash to hit your nasty ass You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine You know that aint right with a friend of mine

Uuh, yeah, uh, oooh, oh yeah, mmm, yeah Oh fuck me you black mothafucka, oooohh yeah!!! MMMMMM, Aaahhh Oh fuck me you black Kentucky Fried Chicken eatin Ohhh, ooohhh, yeah You mothafuckin gangsta killin, mutha fuckin black mafia ass Muthafuckin, you, ohhhhh my god You chronic smokin, Oreo cookie eatin, pickle juice drinkin Chicken gristle eatin, biscuit suckin, MUTHAfucka V8 juice drinkin, slim fast, blendin black greasy muthafucka OOOHHHHH Whats my name? Biggie! Whats my name? Biggie! Oh yeah Im sorry Ahhhh.... Oh shit. Damn Jenny Craig eatin muthafucka Fuck you bitch...

The world is filled with pimps and hoes Well just talk about those I knows The world is mine, cant you see? Im just tryin to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash When I score with a whore, she be game for sure Pimp so hard a nigga drag his mink on the floor Wont you admit it? I aint gotta talk because I live it Any chick fuckin with me, believe me, thats a privilege I wont be satisfied til all my niggas get it See, you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it And Big be that nigga, we be flyin through your hood And hood rats scopin with their eyes on my goods See, we date em like we hate em, see em like we dont need em Treat em like we beat em, and never give up freedom And we only give our number to selected few And its best that you never knew what good headll do Turn a freak to a bisexual And if shes flexible, fuck the nigga next to you The world is filled with pimps and hoes Well just talk about those I knows The world is mine, cant you see? Im just tryin to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah Uhh, uhh, uhh When the Remys in the system, aint no tellin Will I fuck him? Will I diss him?, thats what these hoes yellin Im a pimp by blood, not relation Yall still chase em, Ill replace em Drunk off Dom, silk and gators Spittin words, make a bird tell they flock see you later Whether, drunk or high, skunk or Thai Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon fly Aint gon lie, pimped out her SSI Nigga dont ask why, just respect it She bought me the necklace, the bracelet The Benz-o - she laced it Crib-o, got it, interior decorated Now my popularity grew in each state Now I got 2 in each state Used to drink brew and eat steak Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates, shit The world is filled with pimps and hoes Well just talk about those I knows The world is mine, cant you see? Im just tryin to be all I can be Ohhahhoahh, yeah I had a whole lot of bitches in my lifetime I been blessed with the game, always say the right lines Had a few prostitutes, and if you knew the truth Theyre like pimps, you cant let em do it to you! She aint no sucker, I know that bitch, man She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin a rich man Now here you come, drop top ridin You aint no pimp, fake nigga, stop lyin Pussy makes money, stick to the business Think about the real motherfuckers that lived it Street life, pimp shit, make the ho respect the game You bought her diamonds and cars, trick, thats a shame Say what you want, but I still figure She left you cause you couldnt be like them real niggas She was a hustler by nature and you was just faker Than the average simps, found a badder pimp Crazy ass man I never would have bought that bitch all them cars And all that shit you bought that hoe, man After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe! Man Im 30 years old, nigga And that bitch was hoein when I was in 9th grade and shit Think about that: she been around then right? Shit, you just a rest haven for hoes, man Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen Bitch only fuckin with you cause you had a good ass job, nigga Nerd...treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her Stupid ass nigga, she aint nothin but a hoe! Bet you fell in love with her man! You cant turn a hoe into a housewife, fool Every time you turn your back, that bitch is fuckin with them gangstas Eastside, Westside - these are my partners Do that shit, you know what Im talkin bout nigga I tell you about some real pimps and hoes Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man Yeah I know a few, shit Beyotch!

See, my days are cold without you But Im hurting while Im with you And though my heart cant take no more I cant keep running back to you See, my days are cold without you But Im hurting while Im with you And though my heart cant take no more I wont keep running back to you I think I found my strength to finally get up and leave No more broken heart for me, no more telling your lies to me Im looking like I got my head on right, so now I see No more giving you everything, theres no more taking my love from me See, my days are cold without you But Im hurting while Im with you And though my heart cant take no more I cant keep running back to you See, my days are cold without you But Im hurting while Im with you And though my heart cant take no more I wont keep running back to you Im glad to wake up every day without you on my brain No more where youre laid up at night No more having to fuss and fight Im proud to say that I will never make the same mistake No more thinkin bout what you do Theres no more me runnin back to you See, my days are cold without you But Im hurting while Im with you And though my heart cant take no more I cant keep running back to you See, my days are cold without you But Im hurting while Im with you And though my heart cant take no more I wont keep running back to you Some say the X make the sex Spec-tacular, make me lick you from your neck To your back, then youre shivering, tongue delivering Chills up that spine, that ass is mine Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight If its alright with you, we fucking Thats cool Déjà vu, the blunts sparked, finger fucking in the park Pissy off Bacardi Dark Remember when I used to play between your legs? You begged for me to stop Because you know where it would head Straight to your mothers bed At the Marriott, we be lucky if we find a spot Next to your sister, damn I really missed the Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that Way she used to giggle when your ass would wiggle Now I know you used to suites at the Parker Meridian Trips to the Carribean, but tonight, no ends You must be used to me crying While youre out bumping and grinding But Im leaving you tonight See, my days are cold without you But Im hurting while Im with you And though my heart cant take no more I cant keep running back to you You must be used to me crying While youre out bumping and grinding But Im leaving you tonight Uh, and another one

Notorious Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat Call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat Call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit, Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Armed and dangerous, aint too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us Yall niggas be scrambling, gambling Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins We just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this gamell do to you Been in this shit since 92 Look at all the bullshit I been through Sure caught beef with you know who Fucked a few female stars or two Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit Not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick, cause Me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo game, talk yo shit Grab yo gat, call yo clique Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna do, fight or run? Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Making money, living marvelous In God we trust Dont too many niggas wanna start with us Got big guns in the cars with us Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us They really wanna show you what a G.I.B Id rather be sipping Remy in V.I.P We can hear the music and thatll be by me Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checking out the flow You know its gon reign with persistence Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence Lets get it cracking, I love to bust flows Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago Calicos bumping, I love to bust dough You think you could spit on the mic like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I Shit, its real, you know you love em, you aint got Ready To Die Life After Death, give it to you however you want it nigga Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga, Huuuu Cause the shit it get deep So I carry big heat Screaming come and get me Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat Free mils, I love to make one All these cars, I love to ride one All these hoes, I love to cut one A tribute to Big, I love to bust one Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one In the middle of it Imma Bring niggas more drama then they baby mamas Nigga wanna battle Imma bomb ya One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas Like terracotta, niggas always ready for the war But they really dont wanna see a nigga though We can get em in a minute then we finish with the venom of the rhythm of a nigga with a sick-o-flow Doing it with Swizz, oh no! You niggas is in some trouble Somebody better call po-po, its gonna be murder when I get to serving them verbally Nigga yall heard of me Wig splitter, killer nigga, word to me And Im classic like Bird and Magic with a tactic to snatch his rep back and stack some platinum Dumping on them at random With the bullets I brand them Fitting to hold the game ransom, running up in your mansion, cash demanding, flashing cannons Niggas aint ready for this one cause Im on a mission to get even better believe it Im heavily heated, its easy to see me If you want to see me, let that be the reason Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one Squeeze your clip Hit the right one Pass that weed I got to light one You just heard the sounds of the King of New York B.I.G. Theres only one crown

Yeah, fuck you Fuck you too Fuck you bitch Fuck you motherfucker You aint shit anyway, fuck you You aint shit, you fat motherfucker Yeah, whatever whatever Whatever You wasnt sayin that when you was suckin my dick You wasnt sayin that when you was eatin my pussy You nasty bitch You a nasty motherfucker Check it, uhh What do ya do when yo bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch , in my life Uh-huh, uhh, uhh I know he dont treat you like I treat you Time to explain your game is see-through Sex is lethal, I aint gon lie Means to get ya back, I aint gon try Like this yall, my girl sucked another nigga dick, yall Light skinned with the chromed out six, yall Thought they was creepin, took trips to V-A every third weekend While you was sleepin, he hit you on the box Sixty-nine code non-stop Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not You knew too much, the relationship grew too much You knew about the crack vials, means to be trial Where I hid dough under the bathroom tile Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightenin Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rothstein Guess you Ginger, huh, go figure Never thought you could be a gold-digger Take my dough and spend with the next nigga Asked my man Jigga, my ace boon coon Told me cut the bitch off fore the shit balloon Now Im like Brandy, Sittin in My Room Pissy drunk listenin to Stylistics tunes Or the OJays, thinkin bout the old days My niggas like, fuck that bitch, go play Baller, when she beep you, dont call her Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula She was askin bout ya whereabouts Heres the digits, I know you can wear that out Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight Well be all fuckin tonight, knahmean?! feel me? Uhh What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life Mmm, uhhh, uhhh! Member when you said you would die for me, shit All of that was just lies to me Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me Now you cry for me, like Jodeci Its like that yall, my nigga hit another bitch from the back yall Black nasty and mad fat yall; shoulda seen the ho Nigga pack your shit, you out the do, ohh What about the fight in The Mirage? I seen ya Benz parked outside my sisters garage Said it was your friend Rog, bullshit I aint gonna keep puttin up wit the bullshit And still I, never sweat these bitches Q.B. hang like plaques on the wall in your pictures Scale them fishes, my love is concrete Stashin your heat in the passenger seat of the Nautica Jeep Weve been down for so long Still a bitch like me tryin to hold on Teary eyed, damn a bitch steamin Girls steady screamin, Kim you need to leave him! When I testified in court Couldnt think straight thinkin bout the bitches I fought Over you, nigga have the shit you bought And fuck you, movin is my last resort You see, nine outta ten niggas aint shit One outta five niggas suck a dick Youre mad at me, too bad she aint as bad as me Shoulda kept the freak bitch off my canapé Now you see, aint no pussy warm as mine Long as mine, aint no love as strong as this When I sucked your dick, its like smokin a roach Uhh, why go from first class to coach What do ya do when yo bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch , in my life What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life What do ya do when yo bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch , in my life What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life

Can I live til my last day? Hittin honies that be na-sty Gettin money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still cant let you pass me Yo whats beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats That aint shit compared to one small cat with gats When we came here we cut off all kind circulation Breathin, eatin, the whole situation When we do our shit we do our shit for real While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats Compose your own sheets, thats aight but chill Ima spend that mil and cop only hot shit Rock top shit you know how The LOX get Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit LOX and B-I, hold our grica down for years Gang not, but we been had our black tears Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got Underground, all above must get shot You couldnt book me Dano, Sheek Luciano put the burners To all yall, what nigga bring it Im callin yall You already know what its about when I run up in your house Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a french kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street they aint heard from him since You know about life after kickin the kid in Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams Scri-dam, the flow is forbidden Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron LOX and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa Who gon stop us? Your last joint double copper You gettin money or youre runnin from the Feds Aint nothin over here but 16 with one in the head And I solemnly swear That all yall niggas out there got a problem this year Can I live til my last day? Hittin honies that be na-sty Gettin money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still cant let you pass me Can I live til my last day? Hittin honies that be na-sty Gettin money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still cant let you pass me Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down The flow like water get deep and you drown With no soul, many niggas roll with no goal Even the small gun got a little black hole Your destiny is something you can never figure out Niggas is never happy til theres blood up in your mouth Theres a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame Theres a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain? Live with it got money you better give with it My man had the thug in him did his bid with it Get married to the game but never have a kid with it Advice from the wise, slice the pies Too many schemes devised when dreams collide Teams provide war for the street to absorb You stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor Only a blind thugll fall in love with a whore Uhh, uhh, uhh Who the fuck wanna squeeze? My Desert Es make MCs freeze You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams You still apologizin Analyzin, my size and your size and Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine You just pop wines, I must pop nines Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece Youre shook up, two bricks, every cook up We can hook up, all I see is the future Disrespect, I shoot ya By the way, them bricks get flipped weekly Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak Die for a dollar, nigga, life aint sweet Play for keeps, wet shirts with experts on the creep Our beef is my fiancé, about to marry it Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy Fuck around and get an ulcer, loose your pulse or Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung For them homos, still doin promos Break both your legs youre movin slow-mo Got shine to glow mo Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo Can I live til my last day? Hittin honies that be na-sty Gettin money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still cant let you pass me Can I live til my last day? Hittin honies that be na-sty Gettin money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still cant let you pass me Can I live til my last day? Hittin honies that be na-sty Gettin money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still cant let you pass me

Yeah, word I remember I met this one bitch Cause you know me, I dont see— Im the nasty motherfucker I just thought— I thought Ida did anything in the world I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot or whatever The bitch got the candles lit or whatever, so She tell me whatever, she wanna get her freak on or whatever So Im like Whats up? Whatchu wanna do? Know what Im sayin, Im read to wear it out or whatever The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her Ya know, shit, I was like, Whatchu mean shit? I mean I might shit on you, after I hit it I wont call you no more Shit on you like that She talkin about no she want me to cock over her And shit, on her stomach! I said bitch what the, what the fuck?? What the fuck Im sposed to do after I after I shit on her Im sposed to hit that after that? Shes just wilding out, so after I shits on the bitch right Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on, yeah Come on, yeah, come on Come on, yeah, come on This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Representin on the freaky freaky Fuck em all day, fuck em all night We dont love these hoes I go on and on and on and Dont take them to the crib unless they bonin Easy, call em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay, dressed to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo Except how Im gettin home tomorrow Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Riffin, she got to be to work by eight This must mean she aint tryna wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state, You know what you do to me She starts off, Well I dont usually Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South Threw that back out, in the parkin lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I dont stop, until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked, it all work You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty I remember we went to Tennessee Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone Bitch named Simone Screamin, she fiendin for the semen Me bein the man that I am Took it to her condo pronto Half Indian, I called her Tonto Roll the chron chron in the dark pronto Few puffs, eyes got low And off to the bedroom we go Sex is drama, head is trauma Ripped pajamas, Ima stay til tomorrow Satisfyin all my needs twice With whipped cream, handcuffs and ice The bitch is nice, word is bond Cant wait to put my niggas on, what? What? You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty Ladies, my Mercedes Hold fo in the back, two if youre fat Keep a gat cause cats try fi test me They just fans like De Niro, Wesley Lets see, the bitch Im waitin on Gardeur jeans look like they painted on Ask thee, leave it up to me Lay her on back ever so gently She like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll up Cristal til she throw up, bitch grow up Hold up, theres DeGenero Dripped out, Iceberg apparel Intro goes without speaking Call me Cease cause I keep em, we can go freakin All weekend, so, roll in Aint it good that my Lex seats foldin? Uhh You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, you nasty You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty

Uhh, check it out, uhh I steps in, where the Mos and the hoes at, baby? Fuck all that pretty shit Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggas know the deal Niggas know who the Don is Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Peep game, uhh, what, what, what Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built in radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like, A-C or the drop? Are we gonna stop? Shit, man, if my squad go broke Your squad oughta choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Aint no joke, when your ones dont show Nigga, I know, might say Been There, Done That like Dre Through hard work, I earn the vault Promise God to never look back, or I turn to salt Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches, and rings Guess its safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Cant relate to motherfuckers who aint go no cake When you all fucked up and cant get no break When your fake-ass friends dont help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it Fuck that, get your own, nigga, dont ask me for shit Thats what I did, now they all asking for hits Nigga, its on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly, but separately, cause now I charter my own Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all em player-haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us They cant touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus? Because release dates bigger than Mandelas, motherfuckers Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets And every day, they gotta fight to stay alive Its just reality Yeah, make you a deal, check These heres the dog years and motherfuckers dont shed I try to bring you life, but motherfuckers want dead So I travel with the barrel, with the chrome, with the lead Cause when its on, then its on, the shots flown through your head I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone Some said Jiggas zones like the falling of Rome Reoccurring, that he thinks like that cause hes observant Wont be known until Im gone and niggas study my bones Mentally, been many places, but Im Brooklyns own In the physical, unseen like Allahs body In fact, my thoughts dont differ much from that of Godbody But its the R-shottie that got cats likening me to the mob John Gotti Rap dudes biting me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me, yall, the great Bob Marley Solemnly, we mourn all the rappers thats gone Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born Know they aint fully prepared for this New World Order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it Know these beats is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness, and yall knew this when I doubled the pie Had a shorty in a girdle coming out of B-W-I In school, I hated algebra, but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big Id be multi before I die And its gon happen, whether rapping or clapping, have it your way Cause if thats my dough youre trapping, Im clapping your way Its for the ghetto... Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive Its just reality 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 circumference, mad bitches with mad Lucci Bulletproof vestses under they Coogis Spittin my Uzi, dont lose me, my trigger niggas represent Driving dirty in J-30s gettin bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin niggas with punani, like heiny And Cyrus up in Cypress Fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus While I just slang coke, smoke pounds of choke Got lawyers watching lawyers so I wont go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White Im squirtin off up in my loft, of course, I know my shits tight Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise Got my shorty flyin 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 rental The situation aint accidental What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, ugh... What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, ugh... Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive Its just reality, its just reality Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive Its just reality

Check it, check it, check it, check it! This here for the motherfuckin record Here we here we here we go, here we here we go Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang Motherfuckin niggas cant hang Well oh no, look at the cloud, its gonna rain But I dont give a fuck Im letting niggas know they cant hang Dont give me no lip, dont give me no backtalk, yeah break North Dont make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it Unless its on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it Hard like Shaquille, oh you better kneel When you see me comin, Big Scoob got em runnin Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour With dough in my pockets big like the Biscuits in CB4 Set up a contest, Im coming, Im taking the dough They wouldnt pick you even if you had a afro So dont try me, you better walk by me Ill do you like the first part in Menace II Society Like Cypress Hill, yo, Im insane Ill shoot a hole in your toe Ill make you jump like the House of Pain Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggas cant hang, niggas cant hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggas cant hang Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? We gonna do it like this Anytime youre ready, check it: I got seven Mac 11s, about eight 38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends 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 Thats how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lambsbread Little Gotti got the shotty to your body So dont resist, or you might miss Christmas I tote guns,I make number runs I give mcs the runs, drippin When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the d-e-c-k My slow flows remarkable, peace to Mateo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my god, Im dropping shit like a pigeon I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at their Christenin Yeah, where the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the lord for my many blessings, though Im stressin Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Aint nothing separating us but my MAC-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older A straight soldier, buckin at the bustas No matter how you try, niggas never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply You see me striking down the block, hitting corners Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna And aint no stopping at the red lights, Im sideways Thug life, motherfucker crime pays Let the cops put their lights on: chase me nigga! Zig zaggin through the freeway: race me nigga! In a high speed chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island Yo, times is getting hard, word is bond, I swear to God I even got caught trying to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus I walk the streets at night with my head down In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop An old man got shot in the parking lot In front of my building I hang with his grandchildren And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide And this happens everyday around my way So I pray that I can live another day This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, lets try this Staten Island in the motherfuckin house! Wassup, Wu-Tang Clan in here or what? Now whats the bullshit niggas been saying Dont try to act like Martin now with that I was just playin! No need to grieve for more, now that the beef is on Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone Just cause you rap dont meant that youre catching wreck with me Step to this Ill give your mic a vasectomy I only know one nigga that can come next to me No, thats a tattle, cause I cant count my own shadow A battle, I gots to have it, lest youre gonna rob me Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez Cause when it comes to going against Kane rappin Thats like a pimp trying to pull a nun, aint nothing happenin Non-resistible, non compatible Im not saying Im the best, Im just saying Im fuckin incredible And lets just get one more thing understood If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon sound good

Beeotch! Talk about these hoes Big.. I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up Aint that a slut she even take it in the butt Fuck for bout a hour, now she want a golden shower You didnt know that we be pissin on hoes, bitch Luke and Biggie straight shittin on hoes, bitch Lick your toes, bitch? Fuck no, you must be crazy Squirt in your face and then Im Swayze Recognize G, straight up, I cant knock ya After Big Poppa, fuck ALL of Junior M.A.F.I.A The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked Leave your number by the phone, bring yo ass on home I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way With the flyest bitch gettin head on the highway My way deep throat on Lukes boat When the moon rises, Im cumin in her eyes-es Just the way players play Leave it up to me, I get fucked all day Sucked all day, smokin blunts, countin cheese Fucking bitches til they assholes bleed What you say ba-by All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Check it out, heres another one All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Uhh.. uhh.. Biggie bag bitches from barbecues to barmitzvahs The dick don’t fit, use your lips cause.. Im feelin kinda itchy for a quickie Dont take off your coat, all you got to do is lick me Me eat you, I beat you, then greet you to the door bitch Cause I dont love you no more Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me? You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby In the duke shoot, then the bitch get the boot Unless she lick ass and blow dicks like flutes I like em cute, round tits and fat asses Educated, so I can bust off on they glasses I wanna cum on your tongue and gums, all night The bitch drink nuts by the pint Drink it bitch! All of these hoes do that shit All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Check it out, heres another one All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Its after midnight, its time to come up Fuckin with some sluts tryin to bust a nut I aint seen this many hoes in a long time I wanna make em all mine But its gettin kinda late, and I caint wait Bitch fuck a first date I pulled out my dick, she called me rude.. .. but then she ate it like food Then she noticed the limp and the whip Recognize game, youve been pimped by a pimp Throw all that trick shit, out the window You come up short tryin to doubt the pimp ho Too $hort baby, straight from Oakland Ho money is my fix and I cant be broken Freak bitches all on my dick We on some Brooklyn - Oakland, California shit All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Check it out, heres another one All I want is hoes, big booty hoes You knew I was a dog when you met me bitch Ha ha, fo sho Tell you anything you wanna hear right about now To the spot, thats where we goin baby See we goin to the spot Do our thang like we always do You aint know?

Ha! Yall know me, still same OG, young T-Y-G Hated on by most these niggas But I still keep shittin on niggas lowkey I dont fuck with you to the third degree I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three Schemin on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep I should run for mayor Been runnin shit, you barely maintain your bitch No, this aint no, lets say, regular degular shit Break a neck on some Busta shit Souls of Mischief I be on til infinity Dont predict, bitch, what Im gon do Cause chances are Ive outdone you And most of my so called enemies Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Ball so hard I dont need the assist Im the best, I keep sayin that shit Nigga, you should too If you knew what this gamell do to you Look at bullshit that Ive been through Just to drive through and shit on you Dont get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I aint lyin, bruh, I aint lyin, bruh In America Dont get it fucked up Niggas talkin bout old shit I pull up, they like, Oh shit Now look whos talkin, bitch Now look whos talkin, bitch, yeah Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I dont trust niggas, I only trust funds Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips This extended clip will make Buddha shit Shawty comin and pullin up with them Hooter tits Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick I lick the pussy, let it air dry We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast The European or Caribbean Im sweatin out my hair dye So dont get it fucked up I got a handful of matches, fuckin with a bad bitch All my niggas is savages, better loc up Damn, its a tragedy, all of these casualties Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit Why you pillow talkin? Thats ho shit Nigga, you a geek, still talkin bout me fuckin yo bitch I cant lie, cant lie I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side I believe I can fly, Im the shit now Wanna be like Mike when I die Step right up, cant name any nigga that can fuck with us Ima bring the pain, we gon be the game-changers All in your face, Im bustin nuts, ah! Dont get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I aint lyin, bruh, I aint lyin, bruh In America Dont get it fucked up Niggas talkin bout old shit I pull up, they like, Oh shit Now look whos talkin, bitch Now look whos talkin, bitch, yeah Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I dont trust niggas, I only trust funds Did yall think I would let my dough freeze? Ho, please Better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to throw Ps? Who you think taught you to rap keys? Dress Dries, Phillip Lim, SLPs Like Snoop D-O-double G Nigga, murder was the case so motherfuck the police Yall niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes Yall part skies, yall cloud killas We aimin niggas, my soul is blacker than apartheid We coupe niggas, you niggas ridin four doors Like Uber nigga, we pilin all of your whores On the canopy my stamina be Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee My Katy Perry aint afraid to carry That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift Niggas talk yet it remains a myth I never seen it, they only dream it They rap about it, do interviews With they toy cars and they little jewels Dont get it fucked up Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I aint lyin, bruh, I aint lyin, bruh In America Dont get it fucked up Niggas talkin bout old shit I pull up, they like, Oh shit Now look whos talkin, bitch Now look whos talkin, bitch, yeah Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— Do this shit for my loved ones Dont get it fucked up I do this shit for my— D-Do this shit for my— I dont trust niggas, I only trust funds

Ayo, my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap That tackles your back and shackles and laughs at you Thats a mathematical madness Im on The savage, the strong The marriage and bond of havoc and song This massacres on, as if Picasso laced you Theres lots of hateful skeletons locked In the closet of my castle of Grayskull Im possum at grade school Thats why I have to debate you My raps are like Cable, slashing your facial Thats how a master degrades you, Im battling Jesus If he passes through my label Im snatching his halo God, Ill trade you, if you send my father back as an angel Language is fatal and its hypnotizing Im only emphasizing Im still all about business and enterprising Im super lyrical, with brain-booster chemicals Thats used up tentacles inside of my mental projectable Lyrically, Im supposed to represent Niggasll tell you that Im nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically, Im-Im supposed to represent Black Thought, the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis Still with the Punisher, thats my accomplice Stressing to emcees how they dont really want this Electrifying shit his excellency Thought spit These cats, they sentimental such with a gentle touch Dancing double dutch and all saying nothing much My sound wave lifting your chin up, like uppercuts Newfound ways of ripping shit up, I develop Your squad chest swell up, still youre mini-ay-ture to me Nature-ally I bring the extremity Musically intense with the globe in suspense Contemplating where the world traveler been since The Roots bless you with a strong record, long like a epic Immerse you in some old next shit, ill poetic Thought from Illadelph, somethin like nothing else My talk stomp like elephants upon every elf, cause what? Lyrically, Im supposed to represent Niggasll tell you that Im nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically, Im supposed to represent You will lose, I must break you Lyrically, Im supposed to represent Niggasll tell you that Im nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically, Im-Im-Im, Im supposed to represent Ayo, peace Roots, East Coast niggas reppin the streets most With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose These those niggas thatll lift your mentals Lyricsll twist your temples into pretzels Like the Triumph instrumental My instrumentals the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance To nothing you come across, lyrical holocaust The crowd pleaser, emcees freeze then catch seizure They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers Just call me Baby Jesus, cause lately niggas be praising me Just for the way I blaze the beat crazily, tape to CD lasery It pays to be amazingly flavory Gaze into my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally Occasionally as I focus on my next opus The way its all fucked up and emcees is hopeless Ill leave your head wrecked as I erect sculptures My thoughts just a fortress Approach this ferocious up-closeness Lyrically, Im supposed to represent Niggasll tell you that Im nice with the blah, blah, blah Lyrically, Im-Im-Im, Im supposed to represent Lyrically Its suicide Lyrically Youve seen him, you know how strong he is Lyrically You cant win Lyrically Its suicide Lyrically Youve seen him, you know how strong he is Lyrically You cant win Lyrically You cant win Lyrically You will lose Lyrically I must break you Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-lyrically

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Uh Its Iggy Iggs! What you want Look, look Kick in the door, wavin the four fizzy They already know they cant fuck with Iggy Trues cost more than the rent do, you know that All black on when I come through, its Kodak Mirror, mirror on the wall Is Iggy the ziggy-iggy the baddest of em all? Why you come through, shut down the mall? All that ass deserve an applause Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you role Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Me and my boo on a worldwide hustle You know what it is when I flex that muscle I dont even know what a real one do Talk that talk, I can back it up too Got yo dessert, call me the waiter Im flirtin, you get it later You could get it from the inside out No hands, you could put it in your mouth Change the game Switchin up the game There I go again Play your role, play you role Fantasy Turns reality Right in front of me I can have it anyway I want Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Uh, its Iggy bitches What you want? What you want, want, want? Switch it up, the Lamb, the Bentley truck He dont love you, that ring aint big enough If they talkin that money Im showing up My account getting bigger, its growing up And Im still a mafuckin rockstar Popstar but I roll with the mobsters Yacht club on the shore eating lobster While Im stunting in Geneva with my top off Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is bout that time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! This is about the time you recognize that Im that bitch This is all that sauce your mama said you couldnt get Red light, yellow light, green light, switch!

Love me when Im broke or when Im filthy fuckin rich To all my motherfuckin gettin money hoes Boosters, sellin clothes And all my ghetto bitches in the projects Comin through like bulldozers No, we aint sober Bum bitches know better than to start shit Niggas love a hard bitch One that get up in a niggas ass quicker than an enema Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar Kidnap the senator Make him call his wife and say he never comin home Kim got em in the zone, beatin they dicks Even got some of these straight chicks rubbin their tits What? Im lovin this shit, Queen Bitch! What bitch you know can thug it like this? Imagine if I was dude and hittin cats from the back With no strings attached, yeah nigga, picture that I treat yall niggas like yall treat us, no doubt Ay yo, yo, yo, come here so I can bust in ya mouth Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin to? Why you actin like a bitch? Cause yall niggas aint shit And if I was dude Id tell yall to suck my dick No, no, no, no All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y The BX, the chron-chron and the list goes on and on like Erykah Badu Once he drink the Remy down, ooh, I got this nigga now He asked me did I love him I said what came to mind Like niggas be doin: Yeah baby, I love you long time Look I aint tryin to suck ya, I might not even fuck ya Just lay me on this bed and give me some head Got the camcord layin in the drawer where he cant see Cant wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy Been doin this for years, no need to practice Take lessons from the Queen and youll know how to mack this Niggas know he gave me all his cake I peeled the Benjis off and threw the singles back in his face Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin to? Why you actin like a bitch? Cause yall niggas aint shit And if I was dude Id tell yall to suck my dick Ima keep it real, for the dough I might kill Im tryna see my face on a hunnid dolla bill Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight He said hed pay me ten grand just to belly dance Cum all on his pants I met him at the studio He showed up with his homeboy named Julio I said Whoa! Whos the other guy? Hope you know you payin extra for this fuckin third eye Something about him, I knew he was a phony Put the burner in his mouth: Fool, Give me my money! He was just a nigga frontin like he knew mad stars In his homeboys whips like he got mad cars Niggas aint shit but they still can trick All they can do for me is suck my clit Im jumpin up and up after I cum Thinkin they gon get some pussy but they gets none Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin to? Why you actin like a bitch? Cause yall niggas aint shit And if I was dude Id tell yall to suck my dick

Maybach O Rozay We gon change your life overnight, love M-M-M-M-Maybach Music Huh, big money Fast money Believe that Huh! Lame ass niggas in your ear all night Cîroc got me loose but your dress fit tight My Rollie says two but the time is three Even though my watch wrong, girl, the time so right I aint selling no dreams, I aint telling no lies That dress so cold but that body on fire Aint the smartest in the world but looking at you girl Id be a fool to let the chance go by, so Im gone Ask you what your interests are, who you be with? To convince you, Im the one you should leave with Things to make you smile, what, what numbers to dial Girl, I got a thing for you but it aint no secret If this conversation leads us To the bedroom, we gon make love Cause girl I wanna please you And girl I really need you, so Lets talk about you and me Lets talk about tonight, baby Lets talk about all the good things That could happen if you leave with me, baby You could see em hating if you want to But he cant do your body like a player do, girl Attracting with that line, Whats your name? Whats your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind Lets talk Look at them ey-ey-eyes over here Pop a few bottles like the first of the year Your stare so right and your visual probably better But I came over just to make things clear No disrespect, girl, we both so grown Just want you by my side when I say, So long Been paying attention, niggas steady missing Turning you off, let me turn you on, so Im gone Ask you what your interests are, who you be with? To convince you, Im the one you should leave with Things to make you smile, what, what numbers to dial Girl, I got a thing for you but it aint no secret If this conversation leads us To the bedroom, we gon make love Cause girl I wanna please you And girl I really need you, so Lets talk about you and me Lets talk about tonight, baby Lets talk about all the good things That could happen if you leave with me, baby You could see em hating if you want to But he cant do your body like a player do, girl Attracting with that line, Whats your name? Whats your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind Lets talk Huh, she lookin like a bag of money Like a boss so you know I let her count it for me Like to floss, new watch, gold rings People next door swear Im dealing cocaine Me and O gettin dough like its no thing New Maybachs, boy, thats way out of your range All the chicks came like we at a Knicks game Carmelo numbers first and the fifteenth We the best in the biz, baby, there it is Ima handle mine, little homie handle his At the Portofino, I just bought the top floor Im living like Nino baby and want more Now double that, Rev Run bubble bath Overlook the city, blowing out her back She better blow my mind or she can holla back I get better with time and its a fucking wrap Lets talk about you and me Lets talk about tonight, baby Lets talk about all the good things That could happen if you leave with me, baby You could see em hating if you want to But he cant do your body like a player do, girl Attracting with that line, Whats your name? Whats your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind Lets talk about you and me Lets talk about tonight, baby Lets talk about all the good things That could happen if you leave with me, baby You could see em hating if you want to But he cant do your body like a player do, girl Attracting with that line, Whats your name? Whats your sign? Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind Lets talk M-M-Maybach Music Fly shit

You know very well who you are You’re the only one, you got my heart And you had a few Boy, one too many But I’m the only one to wake you up I reminisce the way we kissed, it felt so personal You took the chance to get my love and now you know And I dont need no one baby Without you I’m incomplete My love is just like the bar, put it all on me I dont want nobody else Baby, all I need is you Youre the one I want And I dont want nobody else Baby, all I need is you Youre the one I want You know very well you’re a star Cause I don’t go that far, look where we are And it aint none like you, one in a million But I’m the only one to count you, oh I reminisce the way we kissed, it felt so personal You took the chance to get my love and now you know That I don’t even know one, baby Without you I’m incomplete My love is just like the bar, put it all on me I dont want nobody else Baby, all I need is you Youre the one I want And I dont want nobody else Baby, all I need is you Youre the one I want I reminisce the way we kissed, it felt so personal You took the chance to get my love and now you know That I don’t even know one, baby Without you I’m incomplete My love is just like the bar, put it all on me, yeah Put it all on me Put it all on, put it all on, put it all on me Put it all on me Put it all on, put it all on, put it all on me Put it all on, put it all on, put it all on me Put it all on, put it all on, put it all on me

I came from drop tops and old school Chevys Dope boys rollin through, shittin on ya heavy Fifteens in the trunk, beatin down your block Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot I remember playin on the block, hangin on the block Young niggas slangin on the block, gettin off them rocks Now we livin better now, Coogi sweater now Weather still gettin colder, we could change the weather now, but I Came up in criminal days Livin these criminal ways, what can I say? Huggin the block every day Grindin and making a way At night I pray for better days That it dont be the same tomorrow Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle And say I pray for more better days I know that I can feel change I pray for more better days I know that I can feel change Everyday ain’t good but everyday ain’t bad Mama always said, Show thanks for what you have Boy, never forget to realize youre blessed This cold world can rot you if you let it Now Im outchea tryna get it, really outchea tryna get it Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic Cause I came up from the bottom and the humblest beginnings From the youngest nigga grindin to the youngest nigga winnin Still I came up in criminal days Livin these criminal ways, what can I say? Huggin the block every day Grindin and making a way At night I pray for better days That it dont be the same tomorrow Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle And say I pray for more better days I know that I can feel change I pray for more better days I know that I can feel change Fore you die, you make your mark and reach new levels Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels And if its bitches that you want, have several Just gotta know, lotta shits temporary It wont last, no, no, it wont last, no One minute its all here, next thing you know its all gone Thats why I been on my grizzy outchea Long as I grind, better days are near Came up in criminal days Livin these criminal ways, what can I say? Huggin the block every day Grindin and making a way At night I pray for better days That it dont be the same tomorrow Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle And say I pray for more better days I know that I can feel change I pray for more better days I know that I can feel change

This Mase, you know what Im saying You got niggas that dont like me for whatever reason You got niggas that dont wanna see me rich You got niggas thats mad cause Im always with they bitch Then you got niggas that just dont like me You know the, those PHD niggas But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though See its a difference A lot of niggas pop shit But a lot of niggas dont make hits But its like this whole Bad Boy shit We come to bring it to yall niggas, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance Now trick what, lace who, that aint what Mase do Got a lot of girls thatd love to replace you Tell you to your face boo not behind your back Niggas talk shit, we never mind that Funny never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo Getcha ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door I represent honeys with money fly guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways Cop says okay my tint smoke gray No way, nigga leave without handing me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my six Niggas outta penll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship Been around the world and I I I And we been playa hated I dont know and I dont know why Why they want us faded I dont know why they hate us Is it our ladies Or our drop Mercedes Baby, baby I was in one bedroom, dreaming of a million Now Im in beach houses, cream to the ceiling I was a gentleman living in tenements Now Im swimming in all the women that be tens Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins Hoes of all complexions I like cinnamon Mase you got some hoes well nigga send em in What you waiting for, let the freak show begin How they came in a truck? Mercedes, cmere baby, you dont like the way Its hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy Its ridiculous how you put your lips on this Dont kiss right there, girlfriend, Im ticklish And I be switching ves with a wrist full of Gs Nigga please, Im the macaroni with the cheese Been around the world and I I I And we been playa hated I dont know and I dont know why Why they want us faded I dont know why they hate us Is it our ladies Or our drop Mercedes Baby, baby Now Puff rule the world even though Im young I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue Lick em places niggas wouldnt dare put they faces Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by In the brand new treasure on a old try Now when my throat dry, even when the smoke lie Eat the Mami chocha and drive her loca We never ride far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks Im about to buy the bar And everywhere I drive Im a star Little kids all on the corner scream, thats my car It was days couldnt be fly, now Im in a T.I Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll Been around the world and I I I And we been playa hated I dont know and I dont know why Why they want us faded I dont know why they hate us Is it our ladies Or our drop Mercedes Baby, baby : OK after these messages well be back with The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this applause OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself Well get you through this Take a sip of water, deep breath, thatll do it And welcome back as you can see Im Trevor Jones and Im sitting in Ive been conversing with the Mad Rapper And hes still pretty mad But, this time he brought someone else with him And quite frankly hes even madder Mr. Producer why are you so mad? Yo, Iiiiiii, Imma Imma keep it real simple for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad son! Tell them niggas why you mad son! Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatImsayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatImsayin? I dont, I dont, I dont, I dont I dont be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we dont play, we dont play that shit youknowhatImsayin? That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatImsayin? We aint, we dont do that shit, word, yeah He aint no real producer neither And then come to find out youknowhatImsayin My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now! Oh yeah, thats the shit that got me mad! Thats the shit that got me mad! Thats the shit, youknowhatImsayin? YouknowhatImsayin? Thats the shit that feds me up Word up, youknowhatImsayin? Im watchin this nigga video youknowhatImsayin? They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit Like that youknowhatImsayin? This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit YouknowhatImsayin? Im Im Im watchin this nigga video The car goin two hundred miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! Let me see you try that shit on a train! YouknowhatImsayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train What kind of shit, youknowhatImsayin? Got a thousand niggas write for him, let ME write for you Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...