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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 blunts a little bit?
What are you a
Listen to the I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the
Cause Cease the one for the dibbin and dabbin 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 blow up spots little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, bite ya nails to the cuticles
Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like dancers
Niggaz your gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, 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 bastard hard to

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Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the individuals
Smokin skunk and mad
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya
Big Poppa softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets rabbit ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the 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 know what to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was 'Here We Go'
ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
my flow, to your health
Usually for self, I have 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 know the
for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty bitches
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was to be?

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Verse Three: Kim

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
Bitches your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, subliminals
Big shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
I the rilli with my peeps all day
roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all about the Smalls and my nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I a rhyme
they all in line screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the of the club, straight up