Motherfuckin' was at, was motherfuckin' hyped up Nigga grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga and it was on From there the motherfucker there wasn't stoppin' him What did the rest of his niggaz do? Man the was just ready for anything Them niggaz was packin' them niggaz was ready to fight Whatever we had to do niggaz was on the real flip out holmes It was comin' out like a motherfucker The nigga amped be like come on, come on
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Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sun Off the bald head, is real Biggie me put on joint so I'm a be the big wheel 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 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready
Well, why not blow up the with Sadat the brain storm, to make your motherfuckin' brain warm A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical the bastard Sadat's of spiritual eell, in God we trust", guns I bust Got that disgustin', sewer style and that Do you know, you're goin' to, do you like the things that I bring? an emcee wanna sing for a livin' Take the beat down we fuckin' givin', c'mon
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What? Niggaz drama, puttin' work on my block When I told y'all last week that was too hot Sellin' pieces and treys, cuts my Somebody gonna get paid, somebody block get Reaction is as y'all run down the block Caught one in your chest, your come in spurts
Hey yo Biggie tell these I'm a hit 'em where it hurts The big city it don't spare no bodies call me To all the Spanish Mamis I'm about ten down Drank three or fo' stouts five fat asses Passed bitch with glasses Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs the glock I'm a tell him it can happen, don't play me that rap shit Life is real, so take the steel
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I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits end You can't my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the The two weed spots, the two hot
how I got the weed spot, I shot dread in the head Took the bread and the spread Lil' Gotti got the shotty to body So resist, or you might miss Christmas I guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the runs drippin' When I throw my 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 Tony Montana sniff the yayo crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, I'm droppin' like a pigeon I you're listenin', smackin' babies at they christening
So you better your pistol 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna your fuckin' shit spill And I'm talkin' bout buckets, why did I to do it? Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, bust it 'Cause I got mo' shots to Big Pop-pa, breakin' you off somethin' Signin' off is the rap singer A K A crack slinger, it anytime nigga
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I to see shit like that