Lyrics:
[Notorious B.I.G]
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
still wit my hood, Hollow Point still in the glock
But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just
of shouts out to my doggz
Eazy E
Roger Troutman & The Notorious, B.I.G.
My Big Homeboy Mooch you know I love your moms to death
In Heaven she rest
H.D. -
loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on count
This time he
coming to a head
Pretty soon babe you'll be a long time dead
Little brother I'm telling you now
Your pride can take a hit
Little brother take a deep
dogs instead of Mike Vick?
What if Arnold would just let Tookie get life?
What if B.I.G. missed the party, what if 'Pac missed the fight?
What if you
[Meth]
Jeeeez!
Now right
You know you dead wrong
Yo know...
Turn me up, turn me up
Jab me with a fuckin' spoon
You know you dead wrong
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
might get stuck
Attempted one eight seven and he a minor with priors
So the DA want him tried as an adult
The big homie just had a son, no chokin'
I
(Benjamin and Pil)
Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong
I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy
Know we made it through the bad zone
I don't
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha
suntan, topless, bitch, come over here.
[Chorus]
On Juggalo island,
We can be one.
Let our nuts hang by the water.
On Juggalo island, we can have
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
the stink, revolutions in my brain!
On one command we wake up, we're a mob
Followin' the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big
but I will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can throw those
Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes
Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not
conversation plenty big faces
It's a must I stay luxurious
Jewelry cut precision like I bust
Been winnin' since Funkdafied blew up
It's evident, shit I can't
followed the trends
But dreamt of making it Big
Notorious with the pen
Euphoric and overspent
Forming and brainstorming the commentary of men,
Solitary
(sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (cocky, pussy)
Big 4l, pussy
Spray the block down, turn the car 'round
When we
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
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
they say is true
We the baddest crew
I'm far from broke
So why should I be mad at you?
[Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy)
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
talking bout?)
Scaling your friends and also your foes
What's the matter with you boy? (Ain't nothing wrong with me, mother)
You big galoot (huh?), you
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