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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 Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday" --> Rick

One: Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more than a little bit?
are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like
Got mad up in the cabin
Cause Cease the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got 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
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick Luke dancers
grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Rover
Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur,
the green, read all between the lines
A act up, makes the bastard hard to find

Chorus: 2X

Verse Two: B.I.G.

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

Chorus: 2X

Verse Three: Kim

I used to pack Macs in
Now I pimp in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the
mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your
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 love the way I bust a
Cause they all in line screamin one time
Niggaz, grab your if you love hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, up