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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 type of shit it happens everyday" --> Slick

Verse One: Lil'

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 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 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, like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches a glance at
the one, pullin 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 hard to

Chorus: 2X

Two: Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm by criminals
Heavy rollers even the individuals
skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big Poppa softenin
you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like ears
the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm
Just the way players play, all day
I don't what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the homeboy you didn't know
my flow, to your health
roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, 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 Three: Kim

I used to pack in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you and criminals
I kick the rilli with my 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 bust a
Cause they all in screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, up