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your bitch know
How I knock her down with
The Kosher dill pickle
How I yell a nigga but my
Heart dark like nut skin
Bitches aiming for the pockets?
You

reaping the benefits
Say you know yourself
I watch the veil come down
Safety through a window
All my veils come down
7Gs off the internet, almost over
Only

'em for the pros and I get you some more
Feds knocking on my door I'm only doing 2-4

We don't get no breaks cause this the life that we chose
Stay up

like ye ye
Imma grab that bitch by her weave
Treated me like demon seamen
Why these niggas cap
You didn't believe in me
Know I pop my shit
Im what you

Said you're praying to die
I'd rather stay on my own
You look for something to fight
I'll knock em out til they cold

Said it's the way of the wise

the feds eating bologna (Free em)
You can catch me by my doley
Zo a nigga fore he zo me
On the block 9 to 5 niggas acting like they know me (They don't know

my heart (Yeah, ah)
You should've told me something right now (Yeah)
Explain to me if you don't mind (Yeah, ah)
I kinda wanted you to come back (Yeah)

down the door if it's locked
I do not knock
You either with it or you not
You leave me hangin, you get dropped
I leave you layin with a knot
People sayin

rental (Rental)
From randekhi down to oriental (Oriental)
As she knock my door na she enter
Ehhhhhh

When she come she begin de catwalk
As I finish omo she

We followed you home right up to your fucking door
We followed you home right up to your fucking door

I Drove by as you parked
And looked into your

I'll be back by tomorrow, I can't do the fussin
No, I can't do the fussin not at all
I been back shit on my shit, knock it off
We gon' dunk on that bitch

While I'm up in your miss, cause she'd come to notice
That by my single-malt whiskey flow, your shit's piss
Now you can sound the alarm, or you can gather

keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell

Now we gettin' hell of looks soon as we pimped through the door
And we seen hell of freaks we ain't fucked

shit
So high on my horse
If I fall off I get kicked by
A hoof 'fore I hit the hood
And that was over they head
But I wish a nigga would
Disrespect my

Maybe I'll knock now
And wait
For it to be over, again

Why am I holding on to hope
Again, again
You'd of think by now
That maybe I'd of learned
My

than a Boosie live and we got scams
Probably more than a Bible of 'em
Get gassed up by yo gang
You gon' die because of 'em
All my niggas masked up like
I

look down and see I'm drownin'
I know you out there with my mama
You'll come and get me you're my father
I tried in my way but why bother?
I've been

Warning

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die: The Remaster [2006] [Clean]

1994

the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream

Warning

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die

1994

the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream

Love (Makes Me Do Foolish Things)

Martha & the Vandellas

16 Original Big Hits, Vol. 5

1968

you never will 
Love, love, love has made a fool of me 
Got me doin' things, things that shouldn't be 
Listening for the sound of your knock on my

My mind is a room full of doors
Come inside and you’ll soon find four
One with a sign that writes my name 
And three with signs of the names I know

at home
I don't want you to answer the door for nobody, baby
Oh, when you're home and you know you're all alone

I don't want your sister coming by

imma big tip her
But I told her she can't get a piece of me
All of my garments from Italy
I'm on my shit can't get rid of me
I might knock on your door

There's a black sillouette
At the edge of my bed
And it's calling me down
Yes it's calling me down

There's a knock at my door
Shadows dense accross