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

B.I.G.

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

Verse Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a little
What are you a
Listen to the lyrics I spit M1's
Got mad guns up in the
Cease ain't 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., if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little
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 Luke
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches a glance at
the little one, over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard to find

repeat 2X

Verse Two: B.I.G.

(How ya livin Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy even the sheisty 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 buryin ya
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, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, I'm richest
Just the way play, all day everyday
I know 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, to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you niggaz who started rappin
M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, bubble baths
up in pretty bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I used to pack in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the
Maxin mini-markets, money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab genitals
Proteins and minerals, subliminals
Big Momma shoots the to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the with my peeps all day
325's roll by the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga
Bitches love the way I a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love
Bitches in the back of the club, straight up