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

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big
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 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, from the Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, then I ya
I blow up spots little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Land
Playin Big Willie style a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the
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 rollers the sheisty individuals
Smokin 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
the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm
the way players play, all day everyday
I don't what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to your
roll for self, I have son ridin 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, know the half
for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Three: Kim

I used to Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, my niggaz backs
in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
squeeze your tits, niggaz grab 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 about the Smalls and my fuckin Biggie
Bitches love the way I 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