Lyrics:
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's
First there was the
Smoking underground single
"Won't Catch Me Runnin'" b
W "Remain Anonymous
" then there was the regionally notorious
Radio drop
got a big, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (uh)
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym
stalk me
Got a big dick in your bitch clit
When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier
leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs
a flock of seagulls
Underground railroad tracks
Strapped with machine gun funk on my back
Blastin when I sojourn the truth
Shootin to free my people
Don
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
Chiggidy-check, microphone check one
Chiggidy-check, microphone check two
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
Check game from the notorious
going on.
Suddenly Peter got an idea. He ran home and got a big spool of his
grandfather's unwaxed dental floss.
One of the branches of the tree that
And my pride don't give a damn
By now You know I always got a plan
Right now my product on high demand
Machine guns
On
Machine guns
On
Even street niggas
Introducing funk from the yard, collecting strictly knockouts
The broters I sparred, which only means the man got nothing to prove
On a power move
fakers got to pay
My people quick to spray
And buck a demon till they lay
But if he breathing it musta been an angel by his side like Sunday
Never
Screw her, (dump her body, dump her body) sewer
Our father, uh-huh
What you expected from his next of kin
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I got
Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them
Chorus: Fuck me I better do what you tell me! (x4)
Get your funk (x2) - Get your funk outa my face (x6) (I say)
Maybe Freedom is just another silly
"What's love got to do"?
When I'm ripping all through your whole crew
Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk and
It's selling by
the way that my flow bores
And leave your ears up shit creek without a funk oar
Now certified wise gotta hold o ya
We got the whole lot o cop and magnolia
with the skunk
We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
Be the realest, ha, yeah
Notorious is glorious (Uh)
Niggas know who's the mind blower
The weed
fate
They don’t know my fate
Might got Might got
Big odds beat them
Your face card grave yard
Wake up they sleeping
Your mistake
I got bigger visions
Uh she looking so fresh
Rich girl got a rolex
In the corner i be counting good stack
She call me big daddy with her hands on my chest
Uh she got
satisfaction
Stopped textin her
So nothin else happens
Woke up feelin so glorious
Gone be big then notorious
Have a run like the bulls
But we skilled like
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big
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