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

B.I.G.

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

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 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 up spots like little sisters
grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches a glance at
the one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the
A nigga act up, makes the hard to find

Chorus: 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by
Heavy rollers even the individuals
skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big Poppa never
Take you to the church, rob the for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's
Versace wear, on my bitches
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm
Just the way players play, all day
I don't what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't
my flow, detrimental to health
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
M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, bubble baths
up in pretty bitches constantly
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Three: Lil' Kim

I used to pack in Cadillacs
Now I pimp in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, grab your genitals
and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the rilli with my 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 nigga
Bitches the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches in the back of the club, straight up