Lyrics:
then notorious
Have a run like the bulls
But we skilled like the warriors
Team full of shooters
So I wouldn't try to war wit us
Pain in my eyes
Fill it
in no money out' that was my slogan
What I mean by that is stack it up and don't spend no change
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
When seven
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 know who I be
some y’all been hating
Been alone by myself in the basement
Ain’t TS in the making this the reawakening
Ion really care if it’s blatant
And we done had
crush MC's, the guacamole making Robin
Scream "Holy Molly!"
Big Poppa, off the caper
I'm that paper crusader
Playing Sega in a widebody blazer
And if you
it's insane
My passion is pain pen calling me daddy like kane
Big punishment on a mic notorious on the up and up
All that reigning on rappers without
to a crisis
Forty renders you spineless
Terrorize like I'm isis
So much seen in my iris
Shooting stars in the Wraith
Notorious B.I.G. with the faith
Moments
Rob a nigga for his number 2's
To put my feet in, shit
Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top
I'mma make hot drops, make snakes history
Dreams of living
i rest in peace
Feel like im locked up in a cage i kno ill neva change
Jus a mockingjay neva living free
Had a lotta time to pray a lotta things
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
[Intro: MIMS]
R.I.P.!!!! B.I.G.!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Sample (MIMS)]
For the bread n butta I leave niggas in the gutta
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
Uh she looking so fresh
Rich girl got a rolex
In the corner i be counting good stack
She call me big daddy with her hands on my chest
Uh she got
breath of that weed he got rolled in his swisher
Inhale, exhale slow
In hell is where he living ain't got nowhere to go
Still he's driven, by this vision
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
like I'm Diddy. R.I.P The Notorious B.I.G, I was a baby when He died. She call me a Bad Boy, cause she like my persona and when I'm lost in her Wap.
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart
When you by chance
Go
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
Cunt, cunt (Mmm, uh) cunt
Yo, the Notorious BIG with
The Crustified Dibbs
Big rip the twat (Uh, uh)
Down to the asshole (What? What?)
Ain't no dick
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
the pain I feel
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living your life, after death
Every step I take, every move I make
bother
In a place of peace
I don't give into emotions this is not a place of catering
Monotone big bone bird brains
I ain't nervous this furnace is ready
and learned them as you go?
"What if" is the question, can I ask then once more?
What if the pain went away?
What if you changed in a day?
What if you can
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