Lyrics:
in they shoes
So gimme the loot
No big to wear you out like boots
Down on the mat or up in the booth
Whatever place you choose
The outcome gon be
afraid to shoot at all the opps..
On demon time ready to die
Notorious Big,
But when it happen was you cappin in all of your reels?
Standing face to face
that inside I disguise and hide with a fake smile
While all the while y'all none the wiser how I feel inside
Like notorious BIG feel like I'm ready
followed the trends
But dreamt of making it Big
Notorious with the pen
Euphoric and overspent
Forming and brainstorming the commentary of men,
Solitary
to last way longer then vine
You see my name on that ginormous sign
This ain't biggie but I got notorious rhymes
You eating my style than dine N dash
I'm in
to wicked ways
Gotta love me, g-o-d no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging
from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeah
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means,
need it all
Got few I can call
But better less
Cause it's more
Don't mention me at all
If your word ain't bond
Then it's flaw
Had a trap outside
Round the pole see her big butt twirl
Electric beaches skin do bake
Vanilla fudge and wedding cake
If you should die before you wake
You got any last
to listen
I started spittin, that's why the brick niggas be lickin
They stay on magazine printing equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
Nutted so crazy, I got an 108 degree fever
Smoking on Congalese Dick Wick looking for a signal
I went dark a long time ago
Packed her asshole so tight,
(Check it out y'all) --> Big Daddy Kane
[ VERSE 1: Mos Def ]
Well it's the ill funk freaker, keynote speaker
To make a crowd jump up and outshout
on the floor
Nigga, leave me alone
You don't need no more
Too drunk to drive home!
[CHORUS]
[BIG SCOOB:]
Got these dogs on a hunt
Let's get fucked up!
Smokin
make enemies
Tell the butler I want a teller machine
Tell em write my name big on every magazine
I don’t give a damn if it’s cryptocurrency
Need
flourish, I'm on my way to my yacht
I put a six on the dock like Julius Erving
Damn, I know my nigga's sisters is hurtin', he caught a new case
But got
a washing machine
I said, "Fellas, what are all those wings for?"
They said, "For hanging clothes out to dry"
I said, "You fools, take that washing machine
All of your music got no soul
Toss it on up then I catch the woah
So damn cool you gon' catch a cold, oh!
I'm a big man, I got six hands; hold more
the funk U got
I will make oak pristine
Clean it up honey small or large
But extra hard gets extra charge
Put my mop up in your place
Clean this oak like
the show
We'll have that one bitch from Letters to Cleo
(Granny!) That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Ay yo Gangsta Funk, show em how you got rich!
Yuk, Tech 9, an Phats on ya
All ready wit the caulked gage, buggin out Oklahoma
Fuck a Corona
We drinkin 8-Balls until we fall out
If you got
movies
Until my life expire
If I didn't say I take it day by day
I'd be a liar
Ok I got to work
Still on the clock
Been working doubles all week
My back
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