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

B.I.G.

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

One: Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a
to the lyrics I spit like M1's
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, the Honda Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, then I ya
I blow up spots like sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin in the Land Rover
Playin Big style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard to find

repeat 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm by criminals
Heavy rollers the sheisty individuals
skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big Poppa never
Take you to the church, rob the 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 my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
the way players play, all day everyday
I know what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the homeboy you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to health
Usually roll for self, I son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne baths
Runnin up in bitches constantly
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Three: Kim

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I gats 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 the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab genitals
Proteins and minerals, subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and
I kick the rilli with my all day
325's 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 the way I bust a rhyme
they all in line screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love
Bitches in the back of the club, straight up