Lyrics:
and chief
Rip tha guys
Tell em free my z's
Im notorious
I know im b-i-g
They tried to leave me dead
I cant d-i-e
He wanna diss the gang
He gon die by me
I
Speak of my language
People I hang with
You can't find this in ya big book
Never heard before
My crew bitch look
Hellur, straight crown
You notorious for talking big shit
Let's see if you ready to die
Cause all my niggas homicide
And all my niggas 7:30
And all my niggas be obliged
So
Emptiness replaces adolescent rage
And we drift around kinda lost 'til the end of our days
If we haven't made it big by 25
I guess we gotta join the rank 'n'
the T I’m not from Florida!
My brain is B.I.G, my thought process is notorious!
See me on TV screens I’ll perform just like Victorious!
You better S.I.T back,
I grow in it?
Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I'd flow in it
Outer space bars, Ozs to the face, y'all
Bowl by the hottub in case, y'all
Plush
zeros
Get yo fetti nigga somebody playa hate split 'em
Get yo fetti nigga somebody stop you kill 'em
Oh I gotta get it gotta grab it
Gotta have
messin' wit Mase, gotta go down
What more can I say but hey?
Guess you niggas know now
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice
Listen, big boy
Now that you got me made
Goodness, but I'm afraid
Somethin's gonna happen to you
Listen, big boy
You gotta be hooked, and how
somebody just discovered Britney and Justin
Video tapes of 'em fuckin'
When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club and dusted 'em
And went
big Percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think I'm lying, but I'm not
You know who we are, we ready for war
You ready to die fuckin with
the houaeoazeiouse
Mark: Wee! Hey, you know what, hang on
I wanna make this like a big golf -
Tom: (burp) Excuse me! Mark: Excuse Tom
Tom: Sorry mark: I wanna make
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
gotta do to avoid the raid
Before you get caged, but you can't avoid the grave
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probably die in
it's TearDropsta!
Ninety round drum, niggas fall, niggas run
Just intimidated by this big nigga with a big gun
And I ain't playing no games, you gotta
on right by
Right by right by
I gotta keep saving saving
Before my life starts to cave in
Uh
I gotta keep working workin
So I don't go back to losing
(When it hurts so bad)
I loved real, real hard once
But the love wasn't returned
Found out the man I'd die for
He wasn't even concerned
I tried,
We break up or makeup
Are you down to ride
I need a ride or die
Somebody by my side
We break up or makeup
Are you steady thinking that I will do you
Listen, big boy
Now that you got me made
Goodness, but I'm afraid
Somethin's gonna happen to you
Listen, big boy
You gotta be hooked, and how
and Doo Wop
R.I.P. Big L, Pun, Biggie and Tupac
Flow so sick somebody give me a flu shot (achoo)
I'm well done, overcooked, too hot
A booth, ProTools
Somebody gon red cross
Bullets take yo head off
Cuz we strapped better lay it off
Laying in the dirt, you'll be better off
Laying in the dirt,
time high, they couldn't know it was raw
You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort
If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought
thousand on my neck
Watch this boy wreck, then recollect
Grab the black pen, and sign for the check
Notorious but glorious, I made it understood
Rap game
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
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