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B.I.G.]
Niggaz... bitches...
Uhh

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) your dick if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big
Gotcha, off the words I say because
"This type of shit it everyday" --> Slick Rick

Verse One: Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts a little bit?
What are you a
Listen to the I spit like M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
Cause ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got ass caught
All you saw was fire, the Honda Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, then I ya
I blow up like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, take a glance at
the one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all the lines
A nigga act up, the bastard hard to find

Chorus: 2X

Verse Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big Poppa softenin
Take you to the church, rob the for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like ears
Covered the wife, for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin my ride, my one's, thinkin I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day
I don't know else to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the homeboy you didn't know
my flow, to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son shotgun
My my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My target, all you niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble
Runnin up in pretty constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your
and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and
I kick the rilli with my all day
325's roll by with the windows halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all about the and my fuckin nigga Biggie
love the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the of the club, straight up