Lyrics:
he got
I know you sleep
But I'm promise you I'm taking a leap
By any means
Never stop working
That boy a machine
Even when sleeping
I work in my dreams
I love niggas
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboyz, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggas to death, we ain't
I know your tired of bouncin' so check this here
We got tha back breakin' club shakin' beat for this year
Yeah, so peep the steelo and the flow
I
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
by few
We pay big money to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
so big, I'm notorious
in Brooklyn right off Ralph
a new edition
vocal tone is Ralph tresvant
I'm slim my figure 112 bigger britches
Chilling with
say so (mmmhmm)
When we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)
Big up my little nigga Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey,
she came with me (yeah, yeah)
If I ever die, imma die Notorious like im B.I.G. I'm the king of V City (facts)
I done got way too far with this shit.
I'm
We talking
Big dreams
BIG dreams
Biggie dreams
The greatest of all time
To ever hit the scene
Your life after death
Took the world by storm
But your
dum da na na dum da dum
Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du!
Newsbreak
The notorious Just Ice has just gunned down
One man up in The Bronx
News later
people and sky people divided by machines
And the ones who had nothing
Were the ones who had the wings
The sky boy just wanted everything to be equal
got me smokin' big weed wit yo baby mommie.
[Chorus]
40,
Y'all better our name ain't reefa,
Or I be hittin mo bank jobs than Latiffa,
Get
di remand
Hunnid chains, cold business
Made a mil in four minutes
Had a thottie, no feelings
Coupe brainless, no ceiling
I got diamond by
ex-wife
Never the time to enjoy the
Things he'd like to do
Money can't but a long term smile
It's just a lie propagated by
Propaganda machine
With it's
[Computer voice]
Where's the party at
[Verse 1]
Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game,
of Shams (yeah)
Spit that heat rock that make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands
Valleys and trunks, I got
an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your
[Mystikal:] Whaa', wassup dog!
[Method Man:] Funk Doctor in this mother-fucker
[Redman:] Right he-eere
[Method Man:] And I'm shitty ass Meth, and we gone
Kiss my ass, muah!
Talkin' about Versace, big nigga
'Cause I rep that Notorious, Big nigga
First generation, millionaire
You been saying the same rap for
y'all niggas ain't fucking wit' me
Kiss my ass, muah!
Talkin' about Versace, big nigga
'Cause I rep that Notorious, Big nigga
First generation,
on a brew like an ocean
Hyperspace jumpin' stars flash by
Millennium Falcon tries to slip and slide
Sith Lord's track, got 'em in the groove
Lightsaber funk
down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
So just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
Get it!
Ha ha, Funk Doc in the building, bitch
Y'all already know the business, nigga, ha ha
Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it
Streets
clothes on layaway
Now I'm dipped everyday and every see-note got big face
Holler at me man, used to ride the back of the bus
Now I'm spinnin V-12's
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