Lyrics:
for you to die
That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
swingin', the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin'
Bunch
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
of the month I gotta re-up
I'm tryna get fly (I'm tryna get fresh)
Don't ask me why when somebody die
Put one in the sky (one in the sky)
Look in my eyes
a man, shoulda told you first
But I told somebody else and that's what made shit worse
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
So here's a few words from
tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin'
a man, shoulda told you first
But I told somebody else and that's what made shit worse
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
So here's a few words from
Brothers and sisters
I'm feelin' real good 'cause it ain't over
Right before I die I gotta live
Live out my dreams
So I can be what He planned
'bout time
Knock him out they gon' be bloggin' him right now (brr)
Big worm bitch I send a drive by
Come out the house, know we posted at night time
when you're
Hearing 2Pac verse he wrote
Those lyrics without
Any music notorious BIG was more
Melody-driven I'm sure he wrote his
Shit without a pen
"Goddamn," 'cause it's the city
And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for
Baby, baby, baby hurt me bad
Baby, baby
Baby, baby made me cry
Baby, I want to die
Somebody tell me where she's hiding out
I gotta find
Baby, baby, baby hurt me bad
Baby, baby
Baby, baby made me cry
Baby, I wanna die
Somebody tell me where she's hiding out
I gotta find that
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
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?
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
[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
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
and seek
You were my destiny
We the big bank boys on the boulevard
Putting all the pretty girls into pretty cars
They shall not fuck with rose pockets
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