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

B.I.G.

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

Verse Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a little
What are you a
Listen to the lyrics I spit like
Got mad up in the cabin
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, then I ya
I up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the
Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Land
Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur,
Stack the green, all between the lines
A nigga act up, the bastard hard to find

Chorus: 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad
Beatin down Billy Badasses, in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
Big never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's
Versace wear, on my bitches
She whippin my ride, my one's, thinkin I'm richest
the way players play, all day everyday
I don't know what to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the homeboy you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to your
Usually for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my
My target, all you niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, know the half
Caviar for breakfast, bubble baths
Runnin up in bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Three: Kim

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my backs
Nines in the stores, in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, subliminals
Big Momma the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the rilli with my all day
325's roll by the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
love the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one time
Niggaz, grab your if you love hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the of the club, straight up