Lyrics:
duty cop getting over
Yo he'll stick you with a felony just to fill a quota
I've got more styles than pagers by Motorola
Legendary seven y'all
the fuck!?"
(Oh shit it's Snoop!)
Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell (Not me)
And what they doin' in ya' room? Nigga make 'em bail (Yeah)
Got
and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang ya
You'll get
cats
Just me Ty and B.I.g, thug it like that
E, Dame and Biggs, who else fuckin with that?
Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that
Other than
the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
Go by the name Big A, from the shelter
by big and brawny half-backs
And marshals find out rustlers by their horses' tracks
But who's gonna get us to the moon and back?
(He'll be
testify
Who's that girl? You let me lie
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, all at a time
You get high, and you testify
I got a text
[Joe Budden]
Okay Thugs...
It's...It's...It's (What?)
It's that on Top Music
[Chorus]
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to open up Ya' Mouth
the city
Notorious thinking do it BIG like Biggie
Okay we posted up at the corner
Everywhere we look like we owners
Yo girl got ass then we poke her
She
(who)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
y'all feeling my pain? I've been running
Rest in beats from Heavy D to Eazy E
The Notorious BIG, we have lost so many
Still wonder in my Adidas why
Jam Master Jay had to die and Lisa Left
fortress break day thinkin of losses
Taxes and IRS government gangstas
But I'm a scientist in love with big president faces
My residence changes from ghetto
from)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
And these niggaz don't look like they want to tussle (fuck 'em)
I'm a creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely
just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beatdown cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee
B.I.G
The notorious Big
Who gon' pop off
The notorious pimp
With the top off
Got a glorious bitch
With no ass shots
Sagittarious piece
Got them rocks
Woke up this morning
Smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate Thai, all in my eye
I'm never broken-hearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us
just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beatdown cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee
did, did whats-a name done
Get at you yesterday? Who? Deeez nuuuts
Aw, shut up nigga
I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin'
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
who be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit: he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick: she
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
And who I'm still cool with
Then I got these fake-ass niggas I first blew with
Claiming that they non-violent, talkin like they (do not resist the beat)
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
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