Lyrics:
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
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
want all the power like He-Man
And that's a little too much to handle
Break beats the notorious vandal
You other niggas
Resemble Randall's scandals
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
[Intro: A friend]
Chill Twan, damn man!
That nigga Big got somethin to say?
Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big?
[Intro:]
Yeah... yeah...
Special
starter, now they call me Big Chant (ooh)
They can't say shit about us, why they call me Big Chant
Pull up, body swervin' (swerve), your BM, man, she
Ooh ooh woo woo yeah
Go by the name of a Skeeter O. Neil
You don't know me from Joe but I'm a pretty big deal
You could say that I'm the real
If you
Get a little dirt on your hands, son
Get a little dirt on your hands
If you're gonna grow up to be a big, big man
Get a little dirt on your hands
now on call me B-I-G
No disrespect to Notorious B.I.G.
R.I.P., but damn when your lookin' at me
You be like damn Shaq Dog do it B-I-G
I got a Phantom,
as I suspected
It's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril
Oh man, I hate it when I'm right
So anyway, he
it out)
Get it out (get it out)
Work it up (work it up)
Sweat it out
I don't know
If you know
My history I do it big
Like Notorious did
Get
all I want from you, I want from you
Is a little little piece baby, just a little little piece of the big bamboo
Well she's ready for, bamboo, grows
than you know
gotta let it show, i love the dough, hey
verse two: notorious b.i.g.
i'm poppin magnums while jigga bag somethin
watch is platinum, got
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
Ooh, wow, I like you you so freakin'-
Uh, uh oh i think
I think my pants just got a little tighter
Oh man
I got a big boner i got a big boner
I got
Tinkle twinkle little star
No one here knows who you are
Me I’m so big, notorious you dig
The paper’s no problem when you're
Fucking with the kid
1
Brother, don't make a fool of yourself
Don't look for a way out and just pretend
Brother play your own lonely game
Big little man try the best you
by now I like
Big ole booty
Walking in the mall
Big ole booty
She standing real tall
Big ole booty
She summer winter fall
Big ole booty
She get got it
They want me to fight against PC culture
Saint be a warrior
I tell them the internet battle feels too BIG
And it's Notorious
Yo Saint, we need you
Big whip big fit big hits that’s cap
I ain’t even close to where I wanna be just yet
Big dreams wanna bill it like goat
Need to put in the work I
[Intro 1: The Notorious B.I.G. (Dude)]
(Yo Bigs man, what's wrong man? You look like you got problems, man!)
Ayo man!
Pssh, man...
It's this fuckin'
well kept & well toned
Level of power can't be read by any scouter & that's a fact that's well known
We notorious for murdering mics, 2 me it's no
stopping till my son worth a 100 racks
And he aint even born yet Im really giving too much format
Remember seeing roaches by the doormat
Come on man this
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