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

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) your 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: Lil'

it out, uhh
Now who smoke blunts than a little bit?
What are you a
Listen to the I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the
Cause Cease the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Passport
or the M.P., if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick Luke dancers
grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin in the Land Rover
Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, 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 Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big Poppa never
you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit
Covered the wife, for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, I'm richest
Just the way play, all day everyday
I don't know else to say
been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to health
Usually roll for self, I son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you wack who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble
Runnin up in pretty bitches
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Three: Lil' Kim

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