Lyrics:
time
I'm feelin' some type of way
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
I gotta
shawty but you're big time
Yeah, you got small feet but you're big time (hey)
Bad bitches, big time
Real niggas gotta do it big time (big time)
Two
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
by fifty million songs
Oh yeah
Everybody's gotta live
And everybody's gonna die
Everybody's gotta live
Before you know the reason why
can't wait here forever
I got too much here to lose
An now you're blowin' smoke
I think you're one big joke
Me...I gotta lot to learn
An I'm
Ah
Yeah, ah
Break down, come on
Hey, uh
Come on, Madonna
Come on boy
I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my stroll, uh
Well don't
fortunate (fortunate)
'Cause we doin' it big, notorious ('torious)
You so fortunate (fortunate)
You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it (forcin' it)
choo-choo train
Big cocaine inside my brain, aah
But nobody knows that I'm on the hype
Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe
Face sucked in, yellow
rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do anything else)
Say what, say what, say what
If writtin' rhymes
by fifty million songs
Oh yeah
Everybody's gotta live
And everybody's gonna die
Everybody's gotta live
Before you know the reason why
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
worried?
Play somethin' that is very, very vibe-worthy
I don't want my mind alerting
People sayin' tweetin' gonna make you die early
How 'bout have my
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
railroad tracks
Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks
So, let's go back
Follow the yellow
B.I.G.]
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's
talk about this world's about to end
If we can die together then can't we all be friends
I gotta know
Hey, I gotta know
So mister can you tell me,
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I'm raisin' hell
and she ridin' on E
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling
"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
link fence by the gate
Somebody's daddy's out there
Honkin' on the horn
Hurry up, we're gonna make him late
I gotta say one, two, three
More things
Everybody's got a mountain to climb
This road we travel gets a little tough sometimes
Sometimes I know you feel like you can't go on
Need somebody
like
You feel like you got a chip on your shoulder
Until you finally get the memo, you will always feel that way
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
cant land it, I go get it,
My ego gettin' too big, its too heavy,
My head gettin' too big, its so heavy,
Somebody help me, to tote this cash its too
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do
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