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| 3:58 | ||||
Hah sicka than your average
Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink pink gators my Detroit players Timbs for my hoagans Brooklyn Dead right if the head right Biggie there ery'night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose never choose to bruise crews who do something to us talk go through us Girls walk to us wanna do us screw us Who us Yeah Poppa and Puff Close like Starsky and Hutch stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M 3 Bang every MC easily busily Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin So I just speak my piece keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps Packin askin who want it you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit we on it Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid I put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami D C prefer Versace All Philly hoes dough and Moschino Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie meanin who's really the shit Them niggaz ride dicks Frank White push the sticks on the Lexus LX four and a half Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last That's how most of these so called gangsters pass At last a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras menage a tois sex in expensive cars still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for no car payment At my arraignment note for the plantiff Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement Face it not guilty that's how I stay filthy Richer than Richie till you niggaz come and get Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit Escargot my car go one sixty swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run your crew run run I know you sick of this name brand nigga wit flows girls say he's sweet like licorice So get this nigga it's easy Girlfriend here's a pen call me round ten Come through have sex on rugs that's Persian Come up to your job hit you while you workin for certain Poppa freakin not speakin Leave that ass leakin like rapper demo Tell them hoe take they clothes off slowly Hit em wit the force like Obe dick black like Toby Watch me roam like Gobe lucky they don't owe me Where the safe show me homey Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid |
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| 6:15 | ||||
Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody, everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . This is a lake of fire, but I can't even hold on. [Simulated clapping.] Krayzie: Notorious thugs. Layzie: Nothin' but them thugstas. Nothin' but them thugstas [thugstas]. Notorius B.I.G.: Armed and dangerous: ain't too many can bang with us. Straight up weed, no angel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass niggas that love to bust. It's strange to us, y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin' here tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins. Nigga, you'd should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you. Been in this shit since ninety-two. Look at all the bullshit I've been through: so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or two. Then a blue light, niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked with. Muthafucka, better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit. Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I gotsta like one. Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run? Seems to me that you'll take B, Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly. I'm a tell you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything 'round me. Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me. Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it. Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin' in it. Doesn't it seem odd to you? B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews. Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew. Who's the killa: me or you? Puff Daddy: We forgive you, for you know not what you do. Bizzy: Seven A.M. woke in the morning, with Hen and caffiene and green and nicotine. No dough, so pop a couple of those. Little RIPsta, nigga, Mr. Clean make it gleam, deep in my temple, and I go get sentimentally steamed with my instrumelody and heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. You willing to die? We'll see how many flee when I 'cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained to be perfect disciples when it's survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple six rivals spittin' fire, that's the real truth, bitch, breakin' down for lives, my Messiah, better get ready for Armageddon, shoots expired, it's wild. Bless the child, the one that became a man, but them positions' already there, all that I had to do was stare. Test me now, contend, never no surrender, no pretend, pick up my gun in my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. Hey, open and let 'em see if we're real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin', and daily recrutin'. There's a thug born everyday in the ghetto. We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bottle and a pen and pad. They hit the label, kick it. Krayzie: Little Kray roll on over to the dark spot, to the dome with a shot of burb, now me go back to the curb. Me feelin' that urge to splurge, but I'm broke as fuck. "Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve." Off into my pad, 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells to put in this twelve-gauge sawed-off, get 'em mauled off, nigga, y'all lost. They get hauled off. Got a nigga callin', though, for the pump, now Leatherface, Sin runnin', thuggin' and cuttin', Lil' Mo! Hart quick to pull it, ain't nothin'. Bitch, if you're steppin', we're buckin' them guts. That's fucked up. Now let me get down for the crime. Got to go purchase a dime, put in the state, nigga double the crime, smokin' the reefer to ease my mind. Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me servin' 'em dummies, see. Gotta buck 'em on down, if they come talkin' like, "Give me back me money." Thuggin' with me killas, need us a liter of liquor, but niggas ain't got shit, but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get back? Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves, but I ain't had no dough. Gotta make some money, so I makin' my dummy rocks, if I go broke. It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie. It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . Layzie: [Yeah.] Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture, fin to get ya and hit ya with magic, drivin' out late, but I call on my gadgets. With an automatic status, we spray. Time to load the glocks, but I'm thinkin' not, there's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do, so I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight, and I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue, biggy-blue's on my ass. Now, I whip out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'? Grab artillery. Niggas start packin', 'cause a muthafucka tried to get me in a jackin', and I did him." Hit 'em right between the eyes. The spot was wise. Wanna test a nigga's size, and it cost him. Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit, y'all get mo mudered all day, all day. We can play that way, and I'm on the run. I'm a call my boys, and bring all the guns. Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum. Bizzy: It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie. It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . |
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| 5:40 | ||||
I Love the Dough
Verse One: Jay-Z We push the hottest V's, peel fast through the city, play Monopoly with real cash Me and Biggie and the models be, ?sugar nase and did he ask? ?And parotta be?, somethin you cats got to see And the watches be all types and shapes of stones Bein broke is childish and I'm quite grown Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Python Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm gone You cats is home, screamin the fight's on I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son Same night, same fight But one of us cats ain't playin right, I let you tell it People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get and any chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars Cats pop bottles bone chicks that pay for hors d'ourves And rack up frequent flier mileage Chorus: Angela Winbush Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethin Watch is platinum, got jet lag from flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes Make the best CD's and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes, Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot on the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange I hate y'all too Rather be in Carribean sand to rake through It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal Bitches used to go, "Ewww!" Still tote steel, tryin to see five mil off the sin-gle, for real You ain't fazin the amazin While your gun's raisin, mine is blazin See you on see me all talkin to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick Blocker, rocker, fellow, Bad Boy collabo Two MC's with mad dough, jewelry on! Chorus: Angela Winbush I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey (repeat 2X) Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G. Miracu-lous, pockets stay full Niggaz skip the bull cause we matadors Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawers And we, clappin doors in your Acuras Snap like, cameras or amateurs Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks in floors Erybody got a part to play, back to yours Run up in your crib now, crack your doors Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss Play the charts like the Beatles, y'all ?dapped and lost? And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all Too bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yours truly, do we, we laugh at y'all Little bastards y'all Uhh, uhh We hit makers with acres Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq Country house, tennis courts on horseback Ridin decidin cracked crab or lobster Who say mobsters don't prosper Niggaz is actors, niggaz deserve Oscars Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places Tito smile everytime he see our faces Cases catch more than outfield-ers Half these rappin cats, ain't seen war Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame Speak my name, I make em dash like Dame Chorus: Angela Winbush I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey (repeat to fade) |
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| 0:48 | ||||
5. |
| 4:06 | ||||
Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O
We miss you nigga Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the field You know, sparkin' blunts for all you niggaz Word up Each and every day The daydreams of how we used to be See your family And that baby's lookin just like you Why'd you gone away I've been missin you lately Tell me why you're gone and thru O yeah Verse One: Notorious B.I.G. I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour Got my man a beat down to the third power He didn't care, spent the money in a half hour Got some fishscale, ain't no competition that could sour Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead heaven In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon We was king till the G's crept in And now I'm missin em Chorus: Ooh, I'm missin you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin you Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. We work all week, we dancin, play the movies We rock flatops, our girls rocked doobies Made a killin, even though the D's knew me Eventually, you know they try to do me Fuck it Fed up, my nigga want to take it down south Sick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouth Gave him half my paper, told 'em go that route Few months, he got his brain blown out Now I'm stressed His baby's mother, she trippin, blamin me And his older brothers, understand, the game it be Kinda topsy turvy You win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother They mother lost a son Fuck, why my nigga couldn't stay in NY? I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried I look in the sky and ask God why Can't look his baby girls in the eye D*mn I miss you Chorus Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. There was this girl around the way that make cats drool Her name's Drew, played fools out they money in pool People swore we was f*ckin but we was just cool She used to hang while I slang my drugs after school She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me A little closer than the average girl's supposed to be Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her Then she started messin with some major players Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch Taya Found out her baby's father cheatin, now Drew she gotta slay her One night, across from the corner store Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door The dude lived, what my baby had to die for We missin her Chorus |
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| 4:18 | ||||
Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie *singers come in over last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (2x) Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now When all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah Uhh, uhh B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, nigga see B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin on? What's goin on? Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see |
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| 4:00 | ||||
Playa Hater
Good evening And for my last hit I'd like to take you back to the classic A-hem, B.I.G. style of course Uhh *singing* Playaahh, turn your head round Lay on the ground, you've been robbed Wake up, open the door Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Uhh You know, we need this money And you, yes baby, you, should just roll with me Let's go off, together On this robbin spree, we'll make money Uhh Playaahh, turn your head round Take off that crown, you've been robbed Wake up, open the door Don't cry no more, you've been robbed You see, there are two kind of people in the world today We have, the playaz, and we have, the playa haters Please don't hate me because I'm beautiful baby Hear what they talk, about me But my crew so deep, you can't do, a damn thing, to me Playahh, open the door Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Wake up (wake your ass up), take off your jewels You fuckin fools, you've been robbed (this is a robbery nigga) Playahh playahh (hater), Playahh playahh (hater) Playahh playahh (hater), Playahh playahh (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater) Playahh hater!! (hater) Uhh, thank you... thank you very much *applause* Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kind Thank you, thank you very much Good night everybody, good night! I love all of you, thank you thank you Thank you, thank you very much Good night! |
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8. |
| 4:23 | ||||
<P>Yeah... fuck you
Fuck you too! Fuck you bitch Fuck you motherfucker You ain't shit anyway, fuck you You ain't shit, you fat motherfucker Yeah, whatever whatever Whatevah You wasn't sayin that when you was suckin my dick You wasn't sayin that when you was eatin my bush! You a nasty motherfucker! Check it, uhh Crab ass </P><P>What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue? You cut that hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life </P><P>Uh-huh, uhh, uhh I know he don't treat you like I treat you Time to explain the game you see through Sex is lethal, I ain't gon lie Means to get ya back, I ain't gon try Like this ya'll, my girl sucked anotha nigga dick y'all Light skinned with the chrome die six y'all Thought they was creepin, two trips to V-A every third weekend While you was sleepin, he hit you on the box Sixty-nine go non-stop Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not You knew too much, the relationship grew too much You knew about the crack vials, means to be trialed Way I hid dough under the bathroom towel Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightening Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rosten Guess you ginger, huh, go figure Never thought you could be a gold digger Take my dough and spend with the next nigga Asked my man Trigga, my ace boom coon Told me cut the bitch off 'fore the shit balloon Now I'm like Brandy, Sittin In My Room Pissy drunk listenin to Stylistic tunes Or the O-Jays, thinkin bout the old days My nigga's like, fuck that bitch, go play Baller, did she beep you? Don't call her Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula She was askin bout ya whereabouts Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight You'll be all fuckin night </P><P>What do ya do when your man is untrue? Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new? I need another man, in my life </P><P>Mmm, uhhh, uhhh! Member when you said you would die for me, shit All of that was just lies to me Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me Now you cry for me, like Jodeci It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back y'all Black nasty and matter fact ya'll Shoulda seen the hoe, nigga pack ya shit You out the door, ohh What about the fight in the Mirage? I seen ya Benz, parked outside my sister's garage Said it was ya friend Rog, bullshit I ain't gonna keep puttin up wit the bullshit And still I, never sweat these bitches Who be hanged like plaques on the wall and ya pictures Scalin fishes, my love is concrete Stashin ya heat in the passenger seat of the Nautica Jeep, we've been down for so long Still a bitch like me tryin to hold on Teary eyed, damn a bitch steamin Girls steady screamin, 'Kim you need to leave him!' When I testified in court, couldn't think straight thinkin bout the bitches I fought over you, nigga half the shit you bought And fuck you, movin is my last resort You see nine outta ten niggaz, ain't shit One outta five niggaz suck a dick Ya mad at me, too bad she ain't as bad as me Choulda kept the freak bitch off my canape Now you see, ain't no pussy warm as mine Long as mine, ain't no love as strong as this When I sucked ya dick, it's like smokin a roach Uhh, I go from first class to coach </P><P>What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue? You cut that hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life </P><P>What do ya do when your man is untrue? Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new? I need another man, in my life </P><P>What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue? You cut that hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life </P><P>What do ya do when your man is untrue? Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new? I need another man, in my life </P> |
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9. |
| 3:25 | ||||
(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments What, uhh, uhh Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my hustlin niggaz Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggaz My triple beam niggaz, word up (Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine" "TEN" I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step by step booklet for you to get your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule nombre uno: never let no one know how much, dough you hold, cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up Number two: never let em know your next move Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence Take it from your highness (uh-huh) I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number three: never trust no-bo-dy Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up Number four: know you heard this before Never get high, on your own supply Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce Number six: that god damn credit, dead it You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it Seven: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely seperated Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number eight: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too Number nine shoulda been number one to me If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh) If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin Number ten: a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele say hell no Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks she sniffed a whole half of cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh Crack king, Frank Whizzah(White) Uhh (Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine" "Ten" |
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| 3:52 | ||||
Nasty Boy
[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone] Yeahh, worrd I remember I met this one bitch Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfucker I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeh?) I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot, or whatever The bitch got the candles lit or whatever, so She tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever So I'm like WHASSUP whatchu wanna yaknahmsayin I'm read to wear it out or whatever (kssss) The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her! (*laughing*) Ya know shit I was like whatchu mean shit? I mean I might shit on you after I, hit it I won't call you no more Shit on you like that (*more laughing*) She talkin about no she want me to cock over her And shit, on her stomach! (*laughing through his teeth*) I said bitch what the, what the fuck?? What the fuck I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on her I'm sposed to hit that after that? She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right (*both start laughing*) Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitch The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever (Ohhh shit!) [Puff Daddy] Come on, yeah (repeat 10X) Uhh, I go, on and on and on and then take her to the crib and let your bone in Easy, call em on the phone and platinum Chanel cologne and I stay, dressed, to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect if they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past fo' Left the club tipsy, say no mo' except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhh Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh) Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Riffin, she got to be to work by eight This must mean she ain't tryin to wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do to me" She starts, "Well but I don't usually" then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South, aoowww Threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I don't stop, until I screw Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work I remember we, went to Tennessee Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone Bitch named Symone Screamin, she feenin, for the semen Me bein, the man that I am Took it to her condo, pronto Half indian, called her Tonto Roll the kronk ton in the dark pronto Few buzz, I got load and off to the bedroom we go *mmmmmm* Sex is drama, head to trauma Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow Satisfyin all my needs twice With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice The bitch is nice, word is bond Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what? Ladies, my Mercedes Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on Gaudy years teens look like they painted on Ask thee, leave it up to me Lay her on back ever so gently She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up Hold up, there's DeGenero Dripped out, iceberg Capero Intro goes without speaking Call me Caese cause I keep em, we can go freakin all weekend, so, roll in Ain't it good that my Lex keeps foldin? Uhh |
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11. |
| 4:37 | ||||
Good evenin ladies and gentlemen
How's everybody doin tonite? I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha I like this young man, because, when he came out he came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy Ha, I like that So everybody in the house, give a warm, round of applause for The Notorious B.I.G. The Notorious B.I.G. ladies and gentlemen give it up for him ya'll Uhhh A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh) The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirt and alligators Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later Here come the drama, oh, that's that nigga wit the fake, blaow! Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place Play ya position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket Rob him while his friends watchin That hoes clockin, here comes respect His crew's your crew, or they might be next Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try So we roll wid em, stole wid em I mean loyalty, niggaz bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch In gear - Oshkosh with blue and white ducks Pass the blunt Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, pressin what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want Uh-huh, I was a shame, my crew was lame I have enough heart for most of em Long as I got stuff from most of em It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus I'm fuckin, bitches ain't my homegirls now Start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas From gym class, to Englass, pass off a global The only nigga wit a mobile, Can't You See like Total Gettin larger in waist and taste Ain't no tellin where this felon is headin, just in case Keep a shell at the tip of ya melon, clear da space Ya brain was a terrible thing ta waste Eighty-eight long gates, snatch initial name plates Smokin spliffs wit niggaz, real life beginner killers Prayin God forgive us for being sinners, help us out Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, pressin what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want After realizin, to master enterprisin I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts On how ta burn the block apart, break it down into section Drugs by the selection Some use pipes, others use in-jec-tions Syringe sold seperately, Frank the deputy Quick to grab my Smith-n-Wessun, like my dick was missin To protect my position, my corner, my layer While we out here, say the hustlas prayer If the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man Take a better stand Put money in my moms hand Get my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man Stay far from timid Only make moves when ya heart's in it And live the phrase Sky's The Limit Motherfucker... see you chumps on top Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, pressin what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want ... Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want... |
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| 3:55 | ||||
[phone number being dialed]
[phone rings three times] [Biggie] Yo! [P. Dad] Yo Big wake up wake up baby [Biggie] Mmm, yo... [P. Dad] Yo Big wake yo' ass up c'mon [Biggie] I'm up! I'm up. *mumbling* I'm up I'm up [P. Dad] Big, wake up! [Biggie] I'm up baby, what the fuck, man? What's up? [P. Dad] C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight [Biggie] Mmm, *mumbling* yeah [P. Dad] Yo Big Big, Big [Biggie] Yeah I hear you dogg, I hear you, alright, 7:30 [P. Dad] Yo take down this information [Biggie] Ain't no pen [P. Dad] Tell your girl then to remember it or somethin [Biggie] Aight honey, yeah write this down [P. Dad] Aight, ummm, flight five-oh-four [Biggie] Five-oh-four [P. Dad] Leaving Kennedy [Biggie] mumbling Kennedy [P. Dad] On the L-A-X [Biggie] Oh! Cali?? [P. Dad] No doubt baby, you know we gotta get this paper [Biggie] Ahh, no doubt, aight [P. Dad] You aight? [Biggie] I'm up, I'm up [P. Dad] Yo Big [Biggie] I'm UP man [P. Dad] Flight five-oh-four [Biggie] Alright 7:30 I'ma meet you at the airport [P. Dad] California [Biggie] Yeh [phone clicks] [Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.] When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin to the rap inventor Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo Gettin head from some chick he know See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather Women, and the weed -- sticky green No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up Mad cause I got my dick sucked and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine I'ma spell my name one more time, check it Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one Sippin on booze in the House of Blues [Chorus: repeat 4X] I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East I live out there, so don't go there But that don't mean a nigga can't rest in the West See some nice breasts in the West Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggaz is a mess Thinkin I'm gon stop, givin L.A. props All I got is beef with those that violate me I shall annihilate thee Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes Linens and things, I begin things People start to flash, 818's, 213's 313's, B.I.G. Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger Spend about a week on Venice Beach Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco [Chorus] [Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.] Cali got gunplay, models on the runway Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance I be whippin on the freeway, the NYC way On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance Pass hash from left to right Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight Paid a visit to Versace stores Bet she suck until I ain't got no more, only in L.A. Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State? Almost gold, 5 G's at show gate Or do you wanna see about seven digits Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit [Chorus] [Chorus] [Chorus: Again to fade] |
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| 4:52 | ||||
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil -- for you are with me Your rod and your staff, they comfort me You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies You annoint my head with oil, my cup overflows Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever Niggaz in my faction don't like askin questions Strictly gun testin, coke measurin Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease MWA, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four, and fifty-four draw as my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody til somebody kills you You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) Uhh, uhh Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino Ask Nino, he know Green with envy, the green tempts me to make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty live happily, ever after in laughter Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead Three of mine dead, nuttin left to do but tear they ass to shreds, leave em in bloodshed Incidents like this I take trips Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh) Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore Told me meet em in the future later, they'll take me shoppin buy me lavender and fuschia Gators Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters Rich bitch shit, drinkin Cristal til they piss the shit, uhh Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me Reminesce on dead friends too You're nobody til somebody kills you You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) Uhh, uhh You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right) Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit You ain't worth spit, just a memory Remember he, used to push the champagne Range (I remember that) Silly cat, all suede in the rain Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I can't recall his name (what was his name?) you mean that kid that nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine A fuckin shame, duke's a lame, what's his name? Darkskin Jermaine, see what I mean? You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) |
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| 5:43 | ||||