Lyrics:
The meter running hoping shawty
Paying the damn tab she how the ass drag
This shit big, thats why we fuck em New York
All the way down to Baghdad
Stabbing
'em to the curb
Swerving back to the crib
No one's home, so I jack off thinking
About your mom, you motherfucking bitch, uh
Insert it in her mouth
The bottom bitch!
Running your mouth
Til they run into your house home Invasion!
Haters keep running your mouth
Til they run into your house home
to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
And you'll see how wo lock this
Chorus
Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
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
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
a lame I'm out here chasing glory
Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Glorious times
and running and running and Running you keep
Runnin' ya fuckin mouth
Was it real enough
Your skin and your touch
Loving was beyond us
Hope that we cared enough
mouth"
Chiggie check microphone, check one
(Chiggie check) microphone, check two
(Chiggie check) microphone, check three
Check game from the notorious
Round after round we can do it all night
Hitting the spots that make you touch the sky
Go tell your friends not to hit you at all
Speaking when you mouth
to the crib unless they bonin
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh.. uhh..
Biggie bag bitches from barbecues to barmitzvah's
The dick don't fit, use your lips cause.. (use
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh.. UHH
Yeah..
Uhh.. uhh..
Uh! Yeah.. yeah..
Uhh..
I'm on..
Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..
With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]
Yeahh, worrd
I remember I met this one bitch
Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty
with a razor in her mouth, bite down on the back (woo)
Might put some Visine in your drink while you sleep, rip you out a couple racks
I'll get you
only for you
Shut your mouth
Shut your gob that's in your face
Shut your gob
Shut your mouth
Shut your lying fuckin rampant running fascist mouth
Shut
to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
And you'll see how wo lock this
Chorus
Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Judging by his outlandish attire
he's some kind of free thinking anarchist
Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit
Can't
I'll shit on you
I'm a alcoholic, with the fuckin' toilet
Pass the hot dogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin' mouth
I'm a keep
mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
but they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't
Ran up in your
I'm still running trying to find my voice
In world where they've taken our freedom of choice
Thrown it out I give it back to you
I'm not afraid to try
"shoobedoobe".
It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You`ll be safe in our pickle."
As the brothers talk themselves through their new predicament, a big
think something in the water
Sky blood red, trees burn by the dozen
Niggas came in here without coughing
Switch niggas tryna recreate the Big Bang
Why
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