Lyrics:
cry, you a child, you my baby boy
You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo' shit
Don't ever
Kicks, snares, change the beat game
Cali like Big said and Big did
I hope nobody got offended what I said
You wanna act crazy, I aim for your head
Do
on the track
The South is in the house, now what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
And I'm a sink this black ball in the new leagues
White wash the whole game like a crew clean
And price cut your cocaine cos I use wheat
I'm a bring top
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Big Ham: Mic Fiendzzzzz
Notorious BIG: Kick In The Door Waving the 44.. All you hear is poppa don’t hit me no more
BIG HAM
A notorious team the sky's the limit
Get it I'm Big by myself
Got ambitious like Pac
I don't want to stop
That's why I keep pushing the clock
You ready or not
it big but ain't surprised I Ain't fully made it
Illuminated is the devils game
It's the
Lucifer quicksand that got the Youth drowning mayne
The ghetto
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
They nervous when I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer/ I plot by myself, my
Thoughts are dangerous
You gotta be lyrically tight if you wanna hang with
call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by
[Notorious B.I.G.]
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh
I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T double O, S H O are T, I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin'
on the windows of your soul
And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold
I was taught when your vision's impaired
The wisdom is there
A message from Big
walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-R-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember
Sponsored by soap and folgers
More dope than baking soda
Gotta couple beats in the stash
Coming from the seeds of the past
Never been appeased by the flash
I
is so glorious; givin' euphoria
Hotter than any bar spit by Notorious
More of a warrior; more wrath than a destroyer
With you oh Lord there is no
and big names
The whole industry just trynna to resist change
I spits game uglier than Ving Rhames
Your 5th reign has just been reclaimed by king James
on a blunt
Fucking on a cunt
Park it out front
Shit, I’m about to stunt
On that west coast shit
We got that east side grit
You wanna make me spit and fuck your
there?
Grippin' four mics
Swingin' the cords up in the air
Like cowboys
We be rockin' the territory in this rap game
And Christ blessed us with
hit dash givem whiplash
They Spit fast
Hollow tips drop yo bitch ass
Gang Gang hit the gas nigga
Gang in here brought that Thang in here
Bust your brain
into my savings
Girl, you crazy thinking you run the game
I'll bust you out yo fucking frame
Your pussy dusty from fucking these lames
Hoe
I'm pullin'
seventeen doin' twenty, said it ain't so bad (nah)
Nah, homie, why your face look mad? (I'm good, big bro)
I'll be home by the time I'm thirty-five, just
Death
Legacy lives on..and on, and on
These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG
shit you ain't even here..
Motherfuckers better step their game up..
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