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

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) your dick if you love 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

Verse One: Lil'

it out, uhh
Now who smoke blunts than a little bit?
What are you a
to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the
Cause ain't 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., if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the
Like Murray, my killings, be the beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches a glance at
the little one, over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the
A nigga act up, makes the hard to find

Chorus: 2X

Two: Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy even the sheisty individuals
skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big Poppa softenin
Take you to the church, rob the for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, I'm richest
the way players play, all day everyday
I don't what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you know
my flow, detrimental to your
Usually for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my
My target, all you wack who started rappin
M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble
Runnin up in bitches constantly
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

repeat 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I used to pack in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz
Nines in the stores, glocks in the
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
Bitches squeeze tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse
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
love the way I bust a rhyme
Cause 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