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

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your if you love 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 blunts a little bit?
What are you a
Listen to the lyrics I spit M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and 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, I miss ya
I blow up like little sisters
G'wan ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Rover
Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the
A nigga act up, makes the hard to find

repeat 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the individuals
skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
Big Poppa softenin
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 tears
Versace wear, on my bitches
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm
Just the way play, all day everyday
I don't know else to say
I've robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
my flow, to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my
My target, all you wack niggaz who rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne baths
Runnin up in pretty bitches
The Smalls bitch, who the it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Three: Kim

I used to Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz
in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse
Big Momma the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the rilli my peeps all day
325's roll by with the windows 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
Cause 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