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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 love Big
Gotcha, open off the I say because
"This type of it happens everyday" --> Slick Rick

One: Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a bit?
are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I like M1's
Got mad guns up in the
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin
I make it happen, you got your ass
All you saw was fire, the Honda Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, I miss ya
I blow up spots like little
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke
Niggaz grab gats, bitches take a glance at
the one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to

repeat 2X

Verse Two: B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the individuals
Smokin and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and
If a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big Poppa never
Take you to the church, rob the for the offerin
Leave the fucker up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
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 robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to your
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin
My my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My target, all you niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the
Caviar for breakfast, bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Three: Lil' Kim

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the
mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse
Big shoots 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 nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one more
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up