Lyrics:
on the Jazz I told them
I told them check your man on the Jazz like Hornacek
Doernbecher Jordan VI
Achoo the boy is sick
B.I.G. Poppa Notorious for dropping
on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah
The rhyme flower (Uh)
BIG, top notch with the
Glock check your pockets (Uh)
And your sockets
Just the way my pops
tellin' me I changed, like I changed or somethin'
Like I ain't still ain't with the gang or somethin'
Like I won't put this bitch right up to your brain
legend
Now I'm a legend sit on my hood
They say B you doin your thing
I say playa I should
I play hard like the Notorious rapper
Slash BIG slash
notorious
Go out fighting like warriors
They know that we notorious
Notorious no B.I.G
See I'm me what a beast I be
So glorious wanna see ID
See I'm me
your housing
Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go
Dutch link, nuts big as shit
Taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo)
Put your paper up and threaten shit
Or tie
motherfucker with G ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newton
Tricks
You ain't lookin in the mouth of madness
Kid your facin it
Put your game face on and start embracin it
I'm from the streets that first
Started all
Schostakovich
Got your main bitch all on my
Dick and she be riding it
She tell me that your fuck
Game suspect tried of it
I don't even let her suck me
Off I let
Chiggidy-check, microphone check one
Chiggidy-check, microphone check two
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
Check game from the notorious
was told I wouldn't make it by this nigga in person
So I got a lot to prove
To the world, to the world
And to my true fan, this one's for you
That's me
the bag, Saint Nicholas
But really I'm
Notorious
Spit your game
Talk your shit
Grab your gat
Call your clique
7G, you pick the right ones
Load or drop, you
your b*tch Big Meat
She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week uhhhhh
[Hook: The Game]
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix,
Alyssa Reid
Big Snoop dog
This game is cold
Ya dig?
Everywhere I go
And everyone who knows me
Knows that I would stand alone
It's all part
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
at the church by the way that I preach
I saw him wait
A reply to his diss
And he's gonna die waiting
May he rest in peace
I got the game on all fours
Blow
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
cop a squat on you
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordon blew and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last
And think again ama kill the game I slay
Walk into a circle and get it on like I’m Marvin Gaye
I can kill your best rappers any time any day rappers come
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
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