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B.I.G.]
Niggaz... bitches...
Uhh

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love
(Bitches) Rub your if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the I say because
"This type of shit it everyday" --> Slick Rick

Verse Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke blunts than a little bit?
What are you a
Listen to the I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and shit
I it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, the Honda Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, I miss ya
I up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, take a glance at
the little one, pullin in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
the green, read all between the lines
A nigga act up, the bastard hard to find

repeat 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and
If robbery's a class, bet I it
get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
Big never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's
wear, Moschino on my bitches
She my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day
I know what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you know
my flow, to your health
Usually roll for self, I son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who rappin
M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty bitches
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

repeat 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I used to Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you and criminals
I kick the with my peeps all day
roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga
Bitches the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches in the back of the club, straight up