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Take away all of your suicidal promises
I can't take that blame no more
I'd complain
If you thought something might come out of this
But I let
As we journey through the land of the see's and the be	's
And the crooked ass police
Walk with me

On this suicidal mission through the central
We
best girl
I felt suicidal with no real friends
So I walked outside with a rope in my hand

Out by that statue there's a big old tree
So I stood
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they
the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'

It's the T to the A-L-I-be	 the deep rooter
Rolling with my Wannabattle cats with
B.I.G.] 
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to 
get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious 
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's
the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'

It's the T to the A-L-I-be	 the deep rooter
Rolling with my Wannabattle cats with
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter
Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha
I get suicidal 
Now everyone is a rival 
Different cars, different bars and hotels 
Corporations, big business and egos 
When it all gets too bad
thought Akinyele would get paid for grabbin' his balls
Now I'm in the strip bar, big rap star
Time to get laid, which one of y'all girls want to get paid?
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out 
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out 
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out 
Four, five
Puffy never signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this:
What if Peyton
York, New York: big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down
B.I.G.] 
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to 
get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious 
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's
of grass over them railroad tracks
Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks

[Chorus: x2]
Come
of grass over them railroad tracks
Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks

[Chorus: x2]
Come
"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)

Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
Fuck that, I preach
no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
New York New York big city of dreams 
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You might get fooled if you come from out of town 
But
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said (nuttin') thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse slow
Just checkin' out
Lets do this man for real

We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush
The beats is grim,