Lyrics:
much harder
Can't even see it straight, I can't even see it straight
Uh, fuck with me, I buy the shots
Live a little, 'cause niggas die a lot
And lie
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
do?
'Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
amore!
Sono qui
In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger stood alone
Concentrating my attention on the Lady Griddlebone
And my raffish crew were sleeping
shake it, don't stoppa
Let me see you do the booty hock, and now I'll make the booty stock
Now drop and do the booty rock
The way you're shakin' your
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
*repeat x 2*
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot!
Every moment, make it happen
With two left feet
Keep on dancing
Beat by beat
Breath by breath
Walking hand in hand
Step by step
With drop
butt
Turn around, stick it out
Show the world you got it
Wine, go down, turn and flick it
A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked
One bat, two
and pad, I'm back
to make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been framed
By
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
packin' that
Drippy drop, drippy drop, drippy drop, drippy drop, drippy drop, and I keep that
Drippy drop, drippy drop, drippy drop, drippy drop, drippy
and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn" [Repeat: x2]
[Treach]
Singing like a buddha bang, hang out with a true crew
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
down to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't stop players
[Fat Joe]
Came through the door, seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiling, booty
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
making, small time bacon
Two little niggas faking, talking 'bout flippin' cakes
For clothing and kick cheddar, hoping it gets better
We had no knowledge
cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me
Unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don't jock me
I'd like to get ya phone number just to see
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