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

B.I.G.

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

Verse One: Lil'

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more than a little bit?
are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like
Got mad guns up in the
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin
I make it happen, you got ass caught
All you saw was fire, the Honda Passport
or the M.P., if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the
Like Murray, my killings, be the beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like dancers
grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Land
Playin Big Willie style a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, all between the lines
A act up, makes the bastard hard to find

repeat 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers the sheisty individuals
skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, for the kid's tears
wear, Moschino on my bitches
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm
Just the way play, all day everyday
I know what else to say
I've been robbin since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
my flow, to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son shotgun
My my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who started
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz the half
for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was to be?

repeat 2X

Verse Three: Kim

I used to pack Macs in
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my backs
in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse
Big Momma the game to all you Willies and criminals
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 a rhyme
Cause they all in screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, up