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Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [x3]
[Kim] Hehehe [Big] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up [Kim] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy [Big] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit Uhh, check it out [Kim] Bout to "get money" [Notorious B.I.G.] You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say youse the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her "Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin Lick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milkbox material You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh.. Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [x3] [Big] WHAT? I see mad girls like you [Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot [Big] I'm tellin you though [Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me [Big] You just frontin, there's people out like that [Kim] ?? [Lil' Kim] Uhh, whoo! Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz Niggaz.. betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [repeat to end] [Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine [Big] Oh you want my numbers and shit [Kim] ?? [Big] Look, now you wanna ?? [Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite [Big] Y'all believe that shit? [Kim] Just playin with you, worrd ?? daddy is all that, oh word ?? I'm talkin bout some presidents Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash [Big] Whatever you don't think about this My nickname was Jesus in high school [Kim] You don't even believe that shit! God don't believe that shit! [Big] I'm the supreme being baby |
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Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [x3]
[Kim] Hehehe [Big] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up [Kim] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy [Big] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit Uhh, check it out [Kim] Bout to "get money" [Notorious B.I.G.] You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say youse the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her "Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin Lick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milkbox material You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh.. Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [x3] [Big] WHAT? I see mad girls like you [Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot [Big] I'm tellin you though [Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me [Big] You just frontin, there's people out like that [Kim] ?? [Lil' Kim] Uhh, whoo! Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz Niggaz.. betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [repeat to end] [Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine [Big] Oh you want my numbers and shit [Kim] ?? [Big] Look, now you wanna ?? [Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite [Big] Y'all believe that shit? [Kim] Just playin with you, worrd ?? daddy is all that, oh word ?? I'm talkin bout some presidents Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash [Big] Whatever you don't think about this My nickname was Jesus in high school [Kim] You don't even believe that shit! God don't believe that shit! [Big] I'm the supreme being baby |
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[Chorus hooks:]
[Method Man] I got more glocks and tecks than you [Biggie Smalls] Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em [x2] [Trife] I thought I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous There's gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk I know you hear me Nigga talk [Larceny] Nigga I'm weak-in, can't move my mouth to speak-in They caught me creepin Deep in the hood peepin Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in But fucked up because my heart's still beatin I can't sleep, thinkin how I'mma creep Burners to squeeze but can't get up to help my ememies [Trife] Psychopath, when the days of wrath Resolve the conflict, I'mma lick who did it And who da fuck was wit it Till they dead covered blood red Pumpin lead till them bastards ain't got no head The raw deal, bad era switched to terror You could pray all day but still gone die anyway [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny] When I come, I'm comin right Fuck tip toein in the night I tear'em up in broad daylight Snakes too crudoo for you Nigga catch deja vu When I'm aimin my gat at you [Trife] It's time ta make it happen Fuck the yappin I'mma, step the fuck up and start clappin Double action Two fo' fo', we robbers for satisfaction Clickin off reaction [Larceny] All those robberies we breezed Backed down DTs Feelin the murder disease Thou shall die when I catch you And lick you in your eye Nigga, nice try [Trife] Our whole life, and thinkin Centered in drugs Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs Engraved, with the mark of the beast The shots I released increased aimin for dey head piece [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny, Trife] Murder's the death penalty Don't need nobody Helpin me but the other half of snake and me Us two combined, shots ta lick [Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique] Now who goes the road against it [Trife] Niggaz got drama I'ma kill his (baby) first And then his (momma) Ain't no time for bitchin Callin police and snitchin You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin grisly homicide Blunted, lame niggaz get hunted Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos Fuckin witta pro I hit, I don't miss Niggaz spit clips disappear in the mist, check it I showed you rugged put you fools in dirt Tryin ta put in work But only gettin ya fuckin self hurt [Chorus] [x4] [Outro:] [Trife] For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac... Motherfucker |
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[Chorus hooks:]
[Method Man] I got more glocks and tecks than you [Biggie Smalls] Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em [x2] [Trife] I thought I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous There's gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk I know you hear me Nigga talk [Larceny] Nigga I'm weak-in, can't move my mouth to speak-in They caught me creepin Deep in the hood peepin Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in But fucked up because my heart's still beatin I can't sleep, thinkin how I'mma creep Burners to squeeze but can't get up to help my ememies [Trife] Psychopath, when the days of wrath Resolve the conflict, I'mma lick who did it And who da fuck was wit it Till they dead covered blood red Pumpin lead till them bastards ain't got no head The raw deal, bad era switched to terror You could pray all day but still gone die anyway [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny] When I come, I'm comin right Fuck tip toein in the night I tear'em up in broad daylight Snakes too crudoo for you Nigga catch deja vu When I'm aimin my gat at you [Trife] It's time ta make it happen Fuck the yappin I'mma, step the fuck up and start clappin Double action Two fo' fo', we robbers for satisfaction Clickin off reaction [Larceny] All those robberies we breezed Backed down DTs Feelin the murder disease Thou shall die when I catch you And lick you in your eye Nigga, nice try [Trife] Our whole life, and thinkin Centered in drugs Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs Engraved, with the mark of the beast The shots I released increased aimin for dey head piece [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny, Trife] Murder's the death penalty Don't need nobody Helpin me but the other half of snake and me Us two combined, shots ta lick [Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique] Now who goes the road against it [Trife] Niggaz got drama I'ma kill his (baby) first And then his (momma) Ain't no time for bitchin Callin police and snitchin You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin grisly homicide Blunted, lame niggaz get hunted Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos Fuckin witta pro I hit, I don't miss Niggaz spit clips disappear in the mist, check it I showed you rugged put you fools in dirt Tryin ta put in work But only gettin ya fuckin self hurt [Chorus] [x4] [Outro:] [Trife] For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac... Motherfucker |
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