Lyrics:
By the Notorious B.I.G.
Head, head, and mo' head
Representing for the bitches
Head, head and mo' head
Check it out, check it out now, what
Check
traffic back up and
Park you know I got a big fat blunt to spark other homeboys start
Cruisin by tryin to get drunk tryin to get high sidewalk looks like
murder, and got locked up in jail,
And had to hang until your life was done,
I wouldn't call it murder for inspection not a rope
I'll be by your side
Talk is cool
But don't place a threat
Cus my dawgs is down
To come take your lou
Don't switch i got big plans
Jay money
With some drake fans
Something
got a lock ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm
got a blacklist on his Ps,
Too many transfers came for the streets,
Double digit racks,
Card swallowed by machine,
Hotline bling, as far as they can
welcome to the machine
the digital smoke screen
made of numbers and symbols
hypnotizing your little stream
those are ripples of cause and effect
(nigga please)
By December, CIA gettin' paid taxes back
From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane
You ain't shaggy anymore, DA, I ain't
brandish machine for fun
Man beat big 'matic and make people run (gang, gang)
You ain't never bust corn, you're a liar (liar)
None of them pussies are
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
your funk
Bone with our beat
I got the ride, I got the face
You got the time, we've got the place
So stop, look, check out the name
Sugarhill's goin'
talkin' 'bout a freak show
Yeah, big business
Pounds gettin' off, 24 Fitness
Case got beat, it was no witness
Opps beggin' Cee Land for forgiveness
giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks or Anna
I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana
Banana split
"Ha-too", spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it from here
Pull up, cash
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Dope, dope, yeah, yeah, yeah) either way, same difference
I been possessed on this all
I got my side
Let me give you some history
All us brothers we got the funk
That’s passed down from tree to tree
We are all one big family
That comes straight from
Muthaf***a, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
The inner-city was complimentin' Big Mouth
One Love, and Friends
The Five Minutes of Funk
Those days will never end
The Dynamix would break and all over town
All
ease at big fights
Keepin' clamps on the crap table, I be runnin 'em
Man I got problems but cash ain't one of 'em
I stomp out in trucks with humps that
proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid.
chins
Alas I get Notorious as Chris if the wall is (Christopher Wallace)
What my backs against
To grip fortunes big that is what the job is
On some
on the radio you see why
Notorious like BI, got more guns than TI
Somebody need a bird, say the word and I'll be by
Champion like Eli, soldier like a GI
Only
hurt me
Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag (she got the big bag, nigga)
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever
?
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
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