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

B.I.G.

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

Verse Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts a little bit?
are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
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., what if you see, 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 beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick Luke dancers
Niggaz 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, read all the lines
A nigga act up, the bastard hard to find

repeat 2X

Verse Two: B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad
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 coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, for the kid's tears
wear, Moschino on my bitches
She whippin my ride, my one's, thinkin I'm richest
Just the way play, all day everyday
I don't know what 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, detrimental to health
roll for self, I have son ridin 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
Caviar for breakfast, champagne baths
Runnin up in pretty constantly
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

repeat 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I used to pack in Cadillacs
Now I gats 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 the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, subliminals
Big Momma shoots the to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the rilli my peeps all day
roll 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 all in line screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love
Bitches rub-a-dub in the of the club, straight up