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Spit Your Game

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Allstar Mix, Vol. 9

2006

the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,

Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit us,
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious

in they shoes

So gimme the loot
No big to wear you out like boots
Down on the mat or up in the booth
Whatever place you choose

The outcome gon be

Gimme that money
Give it to me
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme that money
Give it to me
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
Greed: artificial necessity

Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday struggle

Chorus

[Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm seeing

the same amount
Gimme the loot, I kick in the door like Notorious
Better pay up now
Ima do you like Iron Mike
Thirty seconds, Ima lay you out
You can see

rims
Flipping mixtapes to bitches
Feeding me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed make my ass wanna KILL FOUR PEOPLE!
Forget

shit like a fucking zoo like how I'm living half the time
I put that on Yucky too
I just want that fucking loot
Gimme Da Doh
Gimme Da Doh
Gimme Da Doh

trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's

blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt

Big Fat Money

Van Halen

Balance

1995

from?
Who's it gonna go to?
Ain't beatin', but I'm being eatin' by
Money, oh yeah
Big big money, woo
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Some of that big

Notorious Thugs

Lester Bowie

Odyssey of Funk & Popular Music, Vol. 1

1999

dust, label us Notorious
Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin
Up in restaraunts with mandolins,

Nasty Girl

The Notorious B.I.G.

Greatest Hits

2007

all about 
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse 
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww 
Threw that back out, in the parking lot 
By a Cherokee

I'm the financial controller, gimme the bag and I'll hold her
Gimme a ride with a chauffeur, gimme the money you know
I'm the financial controller,

bring that wage
And it is so dirty, merky, filthy, nasty, gory, grimy
Gimme that, gimme that
Rowdy rowdy passing by me, gimme that grimy
And there is

to me
Stomach got big, got wok in my tummy
Tryna spin over here, you ain't shit but a dummy
Go in yo' pockets, boy, gimme that money
Real bond day gang, I

Beverly Hills

Kidz Bop Kids

Kidz Bop, Vol. 9

2006

wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
'Cause I'm the next big thing in

Beverly Hills, that's where I

Smoke some exotic,  Thats the shit
Notorious t hit a lick on ya bitch
Notorious t hit a lick on ya clique 
His gun wasnt loaded, click, yuh

Talk a' the town
Fruit by the pound
Flew by the hate
Ready the sounds
Ready the rounds
Gimme' that
Gimme' that
Pop out with smiles
I'm on the prowl
Top

free to leave
Be straight with me, that's what I want
Don't act with love just to be gone
I'm a big girl, say what you want
I can make love or we can

taking over the city
Notorious thinking do it BIG like Biggie

Ah until December boy I gotta make a milli
I start from that and then I make a Billi
We

on wax the new Mr. Miyagi
Need rickety racks, new Audi
Gimme two minutes that track get bodied
Got smoke like a Cuban that loot get me energized
You broke

Gimme the loot
Yuh, yuh
Don’t gimme the lies
I see your disguise
Just give me the truth
Look in my eyes
Swallow your pride
Gimme the proof
Yuh, yuh
Gimme

to get a shorter sentence
And we know that ain't
RIGHT but now we LEFT
With their decisions
Gimme the loot
Gimme a clue
Gimme the light
Gimme the truth

sentence
And we know that ain't
RIGHT but now we LEFT
With their decisions
Gimme the loot
Gimme a clue
Gimme the light
Gimme the truth
Gimme the night
Gimme