Motherfuckin' was at, nigga was hyped up Nigga grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga and it was on From there the there wasn't nuttin' stoppin' him what did the rest of his niggaz do? Man the motherfuckers was just for anything Them niggaz was packin' them niggaz was ready to fight Whatever we had to do holmes was on the real flip out holmes It was just comin' out like a The nigga be like come on, come on motherfuckers
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Let's go deep the phrase, beautiful sun rays Off the bald head, everything is Biggie me put on joint so I'm a be the big wheel it Slim, hey Dad, place yo bet on seven Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, Hey Biggie, I understand you're Brooklyn With 22's in your shoes, yo keep the ready
Well, why not blow up the spot with Release the brain storm, to your motherfuckin' brain warm A strange form, kind of lyrical biggie the bastard kind of spiritual eell, in God we trust", guns I bust Got that disgustin', sewer dumpin' and that Do you know, where you're goin' to, do you like the things I bring? Make an emcee wanna for a livin' Take the beat down we fuckin' givin', c'mon
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What? want drama, puttin' work on my block When I told y'all last week shit was too hot Sellin' and treys, cuts my dimes gonna get paid, somebody block get sprayed Reaction is delayed as y'all run the block Caught one in chest, your breath come in spurts
Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'm a hit 'em where it The big city it don't spare no bodies me Papichulo To all the Spanish I'm about ten blunts down Drank three or fo' seen five fat asses Passed this bitch with Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo pass the glock I'm a him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit Life is real, so Biggie the steel
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I got seven Mac-11's, eight, 38's 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end You touch my riches Even if you had MC and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the The two spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the weed spot, I shot dread in the Took the bread and the land Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your So resist, or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs, I emcees the runs drippin' I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away Everybody hit the D E C K my slow flows
to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony sniff the yayo crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to cells Oh my God, I'm droppin' like a pigeon I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at christening
So you better grab your 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your shit spill And I'm talkin' buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it 'Cause I got mo' to pop-ya Big Pop-pa, breakin' you off somethin' Signin' off is the hardcore rap A K A slinger, bring it anytime nigga
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