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

B.I.G.

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

Verse One: Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a little
What are you a
Listen to the lyrics I spit M1's
Got mad guns up in the
Cause ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda
or the M.P., if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little
G'wan ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the 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, read all between the
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to

Chorus: 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy even the sheisty individuals
Smokin and mad Phillies
Beatin Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
Big Poppa softenin
Take you to the church, rob the for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day
I don't know else to say
I've been robbin niggaz Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the homeboy you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to health
roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne baths
Runnin up in pretty constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the
Maxin mini-markets, money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your
Proteins and minerals, excluse
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and
I the rilli with my peeps 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
Bitches love the way I bust a
Cause they all in line screamin one more
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches in the back of the club, straight up