Lyrics:
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
pace
We bein' blessed by golden days
We raised our claims
We breakin the chain
We makin the chase (yeah)
We facin our case
We having our ways (yeah)
We
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
neat
Mental stroke money and heart broke
Parents getting old couldn’t cut throat
lit j old way a notorious play
Old school lazy terror A big day
Vibe
understand whats happening here
He likes to whisper in mans ear
This cat's a fuckin' bitch
When he's performin'
Look how you went like Notorious BIG
How you
a fus
Some hate the fact
I'm doin it BIG like Notorious
So most men get envious
As them hoe's hit me up
Most of them is scandelous
Scrams hate
Cuz they
railroad tracks
Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks
So, let's go back
Follow the yellow
? ? away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until it's a drought man
I got more mack than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa hater in the back
What the fuck y'all niggas, ah"
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good
Chiggidy-check, microphone check one
Chiggidy-check, microphone check two
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
Check game from the notorious
barstool
If you I didn't have you
If I didn't have you, I'd be lost on an old, lonesome highway
No ride or die by my side
If I didn't have you, I'd be
barstool
If you I didn't have you
If I didn't have you, I'd be lost on an old, lonesome highway
No ride or die by my side
If I didn't have you, I'd be
And I apologize, you know what I'm sayin'?
Breakin' your heart, breakin' our promise, breakin' God's promise
And, and bein' a, uh, selfish, messed
craccin
Edd don't know no better he damaged, bit by a vamp, nicca he vampin
waitin in the steamer for a opp, niccas campin
old habits, die too hard,
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
In this old hatchback niggas like to say I used to rap
Niggas you done tapped out I'm the RO cloud
Back then when you was rockin' tapped out
How you
effortless, big wardrobe, havin' fits
I put on and fuck it off like the rubber slips
They treat all my words like the covenant
Hair long as Jesus, breakin
Yeah man (brrr), big talk man (brrr), big man tings yeah (brrr)
Yeah we know what the fuck going on (ya heard)
It's that 039 shit nigga (grrah), we
Big Gorilla check my deltoids
Too fuckin' Venomous
Venomous, Venomous, Venomous
Going for the money is like The Rona too contagious
If I make it flip
Yea
Champ
The champ is here
Come through to the casa (yea)
I'm Notorious so, she call me Big Poppa (Champ)
I ain't pickin' up if she call me manana
[Chorus]
Beats bangin' better bring it big or bounce bitch
'Bout to blastin' in blood I'm back in this black brick
Boss ball I've been breakin' bread 'n
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't want to be like me
[Hook
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