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

B.I.G.

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

Verse One: Lil'

it out, uhh
Now who smoke blunts than a little bit?
are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
Cause Cease the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got your ass
All you saw was fire, from the Honda
or the M.P., what if you see, I miss ya
I blow up like little sisters
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, thick like dancers
Niggaz your gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, all between the lines
A act up, makes the bastard hard to find

Chorus: 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by
Heavy rollers even the sheisty
Smokin skunk and mad
down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big Poppa softenin
you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's
Versace wear, Moschino on my
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 Roxie homeboy you didn't
my flow, detrimental to your
roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who started
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble
Runnin up in bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was to be?

Chorus: 2X

Three: Lil' 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
mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse
Big Momma the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the with my peeps all day
325's roll by the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all about the and my fuckin nigga Biggie
Bitches the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the of the club, straight up