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

B.I.G.

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

Verse Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts a little bit?
What are you a
to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
Cause ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got 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 most
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like dancers
Niggaz grab gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur,
the green, read all between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to

repeat 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by
Heavy rollers even the sheisty
skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya
Big never 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, for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, 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 was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't
my flow, to your health
roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my
My target, all you wack niggaz who rappin
M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble
Runnin up in pretty constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Three: Lil' Kim

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