Lyrics:
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
RIP the GOAT
Get revenue from my notes and living by every quote
I stand on it I'll put some bands on it
Hand full of some ass finna put a stamp on it
Staying far from timd
Only making moves when our hearts in it
Living the phrase
Sky's The Limit
Rest in Peace B.I.G
Working all day, Working all night
Now
glorious
I'm tryna get the East big
By Rapping notorious
I have ideas and man
They never stop
When I was young
I never felt my pops
But I grew old
And then I
a mother's daughter
A friend of mine, once in a lifetime
Do you understand this pain of mine, this pain of mine, this pain of mine
My eyes water for a mother's
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
I get so damn high, just
Sometimes, sometimes
DAMN, TBSB
I get so damn high, just
Look me in my eyes, cause
I get so damn high, just
I do it every
what I learn first
? You see just how that work surf?
Oh I'm some big shit, Notorious
Get you some gunplay bastard and glorious
I got the top chopped off
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
Welcome to the ghetto
Ghetto starts and mob cars
With bullet holes in it
Niggas shot up and scarred
But still living, driven by the game it'self
To stay
to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
And you'll see how wo lock this
Chorus
Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
in brave mode, uh
What up Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (facts)
Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (drip, drip, drip)
Eight niggas,
pain (nothin'), I feel remorse
Yes, of course it's me and Diddy up first racin' Porsches
With the big twin valve exhausts (yeah)
On the cover of your
bottling pain in my heart
I just be letting it play a big part
Feeling like I could've gotten so far
But I guess this is why they call it art
I just be
but they don't finish the job
I'm like Minister Farrakhan or Africans who finished a marathon
The pain in my voice is like Sarah Vaughn
No matter
asked you how and why does this make you feel
You just responded and said no its no big deal
You know I'm living my life
You know I'm living it right
You
asked you how and why does this make you feel
You just responded and said no its no big deal
You know I'm living my life
You know I'm living it right
You
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
rocking
Notorious BIG, the GOAT, forever
215 APhillyated in the house
(To all the ladies in the house
To all the ladies in the house) can I get a
I been living life on a Edge
I been popping way too many pills
I'm just trynna kill this pain
I'm just trynna kill this pain
I been living life
and nightmares
Might scare the folks stuck in the day
But nothing to say
Well I'm way ahead by light years
So beware we keep the lights on
I want to write
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
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
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