Lyrics:
a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm going big bitch, suck my dick
Yeah I'm going big
every so often
You sayin' I got my swagger back
I'm lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left
But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new
life away, that's a big price to pay
He could've been teachin' his kid how to ride his bike today, stupid
A new rapper by the name of Big Punisher
on yo' street
I'm tryna find a spot that's big enough
So that all of my people can meet!
Technicians!
Owoh! Owoh! Owoh!
Others ain't got a clue
You ain't lookin in the mouth of madness
Kid your facin it
Put your game face on and start embracin it
I'm from the streets that first
Started all
to enlighten
And I'm just that type-a, lyrical rhyme
Sniper, never a street fighter
But down for gettin' hyper
I'm a beat junkie brother, known by the emcees
I'm not God-sent
Nas, Rakim, Pac, Big, James Todd Smith, and I'm not Prince, so
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water (It's true,
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don't really like my flow, no
So tell me what you want to hear
Somethin' that'll light those ears
I'm
at me like a rapper
And I'm sure Dame figured
Like, man, if he do a whole album, if his raps is wack
At least we can throw Cam on every song and save
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
everybody back to business
Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef
Rest in beats from Heavy D to Eazy E
The Notorious BIG, we have lost so many
Still wonder in my Adidas why
Jam Master Jay had to die and Lisa Left
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good fucking luck, you're on your own
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell
GRIP? Go get the old album
Any genre, same outcome
I'm on that bitch with a stick like Malcolm
Buck, buck, buck, buck
mouth"
Chiggie check microphone, check one
(Chiggie check) microphone, check two
(Chiggie check) microphone, check three
Check game from the notorious
money, insane asylum
Boss Chase, got her taxes filed
And then I blow the rest while I'm at Saks shopping
Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
Changing your
here for the end of the album
Gonzo: Ah, yeah
Jimmy: Hey, see you later guys. I'm space bound.
Rizzo: Have a nice flight
Gonzo: Yeah, see you in
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
Ha ha, ah yeah
Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on, yeah (hoo-wee)
Black Sheep in the house
Sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house
My
I have to do
To get a little of your time
Cause I can't let this moment
Just pass me by
Cause shawty you really caught my eye
I'm feeling your swag
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