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

B.I.G.

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

One: Lil' Ceasar

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

repeat 2X

Verse Two: B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm by criminals
Heavy even the sheisty 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 buryin ya
Big never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the
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 my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
the way players play, all day everyday
I don't what else to say
I've been niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't
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 wack niggaz who started
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, 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 Macs in
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz
Nines in the stores, in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your
Proteins and minerals, subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and
I kick the with my peeps all day
roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I bust a
they all in line screamin one more time
Niggaz, your dicks if you love hip-hop
rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up