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

B.I.G.

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

Verse One: Lil'

it out, uhh
Now who more blunts than a little bit?
are you a idiot?
Listen to the I spit like M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
Cause Cease ain't the one for the and dabbin shit
I it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, I miss ya
I blow up spots like sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a at
the little one, pullin over in the Rover
Playin Big style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the
A act up, makes the bastard hard to find

Chorus: 2X

Two: Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm by criminals
Heavy rollers the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and
If robbery's a class, bet I 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 rabbit ears
the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear, on my bitches
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 since Run and was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the homeboy you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to your
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin
My my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the
Caviar for breakfast, bubble baths
up in pretty bitches constantly
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

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