Motherfuckin' was at, was motherfuckin' hyped up Nigga just grabbed the nigga, the nigga and it was on there the motherfucker there wasn't nuttin' stoppin' him What what did the rest of his do? Man the motherfuckers was just ready for Them was packin' burners them niggaz was ready to fight Whatever we had to do holmes was on the real flip out holmes It was just out like a motherfucker The nigga amped be like come on, on motherfuckers
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Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sun Off the bald head, is real Biggie me put on this joint so I'm a be the big Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo bet on to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh Hey Biggie, I understand from Brooklyn With 22's in your shoes, yo keep the ready
Well, why not blow up the spot Sadat the brain storm, to make your motherfuckin' brain warm A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical biggie the kind of spiritual eell, in God we trust", guns I bust Got that disgustin', style dumpin' and that Do you know, where you're goin' to, do you like the that I bring? Make an emcee wanna for a livin' Take the beat down we givin', c'mon motherfucker
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What? Niggaz want drama, puttin' on my block When I told y'all last that shit was too hot Sellin' pieces and treys, my dimes Somebody gonna get paid, somebody block get is delayed as y'all run down the block Caught one in your chest, your breath come in
Hey yo Biggie tell these I'm a hit 'em where it hurts The big it don't spare no bodies call me Papichulo To all the Spanish I'm about ten blunts down Drank three or fo' stouts seen fat asses this bitch with glasses Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the I'm a tell him it can happen, don't me with that rap shit Life is real, so Biggie the steel
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I got Mac-11's, about eight, 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits end You touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot
That's how I got the spot, I shot dread in the head Took the bread and the spread Gotti got the shotty to your body So don't resist, or you might miss I tote guns, I number runs, I give emcees the runs drippin' When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay far away Everybody hit the D E C K my slow remarkable
to Matteo Now we smoke like Tony Montana sniff the yayo crazy blunts, mad L's My excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, I'm droppin' shit a pigeon I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at christening
So you better your pistol 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin' shit And I'm talkin' bout buckets, why did I to do it? Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga it 'Cause I got mo' to pop-ya Big Pop-pa, breakin' you off somethin' off is the hardcore rap singer A K A crack slinger, it anytime nigga
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