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