Lyrics:
to the Notorious B.I.G.
Oh my-my coochie oh its so fuckin' juicy,
talkin bout my coochie oh its fuckin' juicy(8x)
It was a big deal moving my big wheel to L.I.
Had a back yard tho' shit moved slow
Caught a cat on the humble wassup wassup kid?
Ya'll
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
Of The Notorious BIG and the Junior MAFIA
Jealous niggas recognize
Freak bitches fantasize
Or shoot it off the curl
Prove 'em wrong, still got some unbelievers
Stronger from last season
Big Panda you know I'm eating what's up!
It's Brad Beal, dead
pow lead)
Cuz tomorrow ya'll i could be dead
(i could be dead i could be dead)
And if i go by Friday night
(by friday night late at night)
Just spark me
day
Rose gold, princess cut
Pretty face, little titties, big butt
Thugged out, she with me like "nigga what?"
Big chain on my b-boy
We walk in
right right right
Then wrong wrong wrong
By the end of the day
You feel so old old old
Gimme more
Gimme more
I don't even know if
I am dead or lazy
that I'm that nigga then you picked the wrong one
'Cause I live by the gun, die by the gun
Hot bullets burn some say that them bitches stun
So raise
you crossin me you dead wrong
And you know 'cause you feel it in yo heart nigga
And you don't sleep 'cause yo soul might fall apart nigga
If you
fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was
the maniac radical crack head
Cus I'm known to be a menace leaving opps half dead
Play the game wrong you get taken out the hood
In the street commit a foul
a crush
I swear my love
Take me out this dead end bus
No it's not more
than just a crush
I swear my love
Take me out this
Cause I just wanna
Get to know
that me and my b—
Think of me notorious, the glorious, the one
Hold the fist, the activist, the gun
ct my head like “blaow” I'm dead
The news get
fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was
it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas
Been 'round the world twice seen all fifty states,
Ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates ,
There ain't nuthin wrong with them big
I seen a lotta bitches get slid in and make me not want to be faithful to bitches
I did a lotta fucked up shit and I know I was wrong but just pray
Instead getting killed out here a dead martyr
Bitches call me notorious like big papa
I am fuckin lost in this nonsense
When it makes no sense we got no
gat from blowin'
Me and my Outlawz we roam
Should have thought before you crossed
Now my big homies knowin'
And that's the wrongest of wrong
With
sending shots but
Neva hear no pops boy
Talking all that big talk
But you peak at 5'4
Thinkin you notorious
Performing as my hype boy
Actin all abursd in
dead for a year every night
Until I realized that I'm running out of time
Fighting all my demons now I'm feeling so alright yeah
Big cap
Big cap
Girl you
some dogs, we just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
Take
down (What)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain't making a sound (Big stupid)
You thinking about playing around
With my respect i'm making
Uh, I can whip a big body Benz on a Benzo
Hold a nigga up, by the limbs, out the window
Hot box the mansion, high ceilings with the big rooms
Hop out
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