Lyrics:
One of these days you're going to reach eighteen
And all the boys ya see is gonna call ya a queen
You'll smile, and blush, and hold your head up high
"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
Fuck
to kill 'em all, I shall
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
One two y'all, you know I rocked ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, you know I
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
Notorious is glorious in the sack
Hit skins from the back
Put my thumb up in the ass crack
Brooklyn freaky nigga with the most stuff
I’m Jesus pops,
(alright, alright)
So everybody in the house, give a warm (uh), round of applause for
The Notorious B.I.G. (ha)
The Notorious B.I.G. ladies and gentlemen,
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move
Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove
Ah-ah, child, way ya shake that thing
Gon' make you burn, gon'
Working on a great big plan
They threw away the simple joys
And now you have to take a stand
Battles rage in your head
You wish you didn't have
or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal
Yeah, yeah hold up
Kd2 shit
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk
your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh
Hook: Notorious B.I.G.
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone,
motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doin' whatever it took from snatchin' chains to pocketbooks
A big bad
[Notorious B.I.G]
Sittin' reminiscin' on when you started dissin'
Spittin' in faces in public places
Rolexes with faces had you chipper for months
Made some
make sure Shyheim and A + sell a million
Peace to Eazy E, Stretch, and Mercury
Tupac, and Buffy, Notorious BIG
We gots to strive to make hip-hop
the surface
If you ain't B.I.G. then you ain't Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed, to the permanent sleep
motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doin' whatever it took from snatchin' chains to pocketbooks
A big bad
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move
Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove
Ah-ah, child, way ya shake that thing
Gon' make you burn, gon'
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that
to flow to everyone and not for fun
come on now Im on its real and Ima tell you how I feel
Everyone of you punk mothafuckas see us as fake
thats a big
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
Big Tymer nigga
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga
(Eww!)
(Shine) From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's
to be a winner, trophy winner (number one)
Get to hold your head up, high up
Run, run, run, run
Let's see you run
We'll be betting by the starting
rocking
Notorious BIG, the GOAT, forever
215 APhillyated in the house
(To all the ladies in the house
To all the ladies in the house) can I get a
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