Lyrics:
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
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
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs
Squeezed off on em paramedics tried CPR
And 3
4s of his heart the young boy coughed on em
Who Shot ya? 5th sing like Sinatra
These hollow tips we call
Em
To the beat y'all, til' the motherfucking champagne and weed is gone
I'm so VIP, and Notorious for doing it BIG girl
You ain't gotta see ID, I'm a rich
around me
And bein' stupid, that'll have ya ass in the county
And bein' dumb'll get ya shot, boy
Pay close attention when niggas run in your spot, ready
pay to play (or go solo)
Want someone who reminds me
I have all that I need
Want someone who still believes
You don't need to be a
Big shot
Work it with
to be alive
Just think it all started you fussin' with three guys
Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way
You could fuck around, get shot, die
the coup man cause breakin old habits so hard to do
[Notorious BIG]
Damn it feel good to see people up on it flip 2 keys in 2 weeks n didnt flawlet
my brain
do,
Once we get witcha we cant take pictures,
We came too far witchu.
Pharrell, on the dillydo,
Follow the bouncin' ball,
Say who do ya call?
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
Look, I'm from Westside California, they run up on ya
Ask you where you from and check yo tatts under yo clothin'
Hustla, go hard make sure my knot
make number runs"
I shot ya arm & Hammer man got the hammer
Red bandana, get green, Bruce Banner (huh)
Shakedown blocks, snapshots, no camera
Tote big
up with them dicks, boy
Phone fresh off a lick, boy
Actavis up in that Sprite, remix, boy
Bad boy, notorious for being big, boy
Pull up shoot up
Yeezy,
with the skunk
We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
Be the realest, ha, yeah
Notorious is glorious (Uh)
Niggas know who's the mind blower
The weed
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
reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homies
Another homie got murdered on a shakedown (three gun shots
the charcoal
Am I a star? No, ya' in my car? No
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know
Now heffer don't act stupid, 'cause ya'know who I am
The nigga
the fire tonight
We've been together since the day we were born
And watched our daddy die - shot and killed
End of story too many pages torn
Ya ain't
and ride, I want the bangers to bang
Or get hyphy with my niggas up north by the Bay
Trying to twist in my whip, I got the big body Benz
Cause I'm rolling
bankroll, my money, my money, my money
And where my money? Young nigga's gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like I'm
And you might get shot (get shot)
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
To see
cats
Just me Ty and B.I.g, thug it like that
E, Dame and Biggs, who else fuckin with that?
Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that
Other than
(North Carolina)
Seran down the v, coke in the whip he bought the cheaper (Chicago)
Notorious secrets? nah with secret indictments
Jim indicted but
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