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Come on
Hold ya head
Warning
Spit your game
just a memory
I'm wit Whateva
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP
Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
and it was on from there
The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his niggaz do?)
Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
Them niggaz was packin burners
Them niggaz was ready to fight
whatever we had to do holmes
Niggaz was on the real flipout holmes
It was just comin out like a motherfucker
The nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!
Chorus: repeat 8X
Come on motherfuckers, come on
[samples play over second half of chorus]
"Man what you fuck doin over here?"
"Are you awake now?"
"Hell yah I'm awake man;
now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit, and check us out"
[Sadat X]
Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays
off the baldhead, everything is real
Biggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel
Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on seven
Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
with 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat
Release the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfuckin BRAIN WARM
A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
and that uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where you're goin to
Do you like the things that I bring?
{*rappin*} Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker
Chorus
[Sadat X]
What? Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block
when I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot
Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes
Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block
Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts
The big city it don't spare no bodies
Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis
I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts
Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock
I'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit
Life is real, so Biggie take the steel
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga
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Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
(Notorious BIG)
When I die fuck it i wanna to go to hell
cause im a piece of shit it aint hard to fucking tell
it dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in white, i like black timbs and black hoodies
god would probley have me on some real strict shit
no sleepin all day no geting my dick licked
hanging with the goodie goodies loungin in the paradise
fuck that shit i wanna tote guns and shoot dice
all my life ive been considered as the worst
lying to my mother even stealin out her purse
crime after crime from drugs to extortion
i know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion
[Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[Notorious BIG]
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the beds, completely red
I'm glad i'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha-head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
But naw you wouldn't understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I crush over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad i'm gone
She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[Bob Marley X2]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son has been shot down in the street and died
[Notorious BIG]
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
Call My Nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (talking..talking..) (fade)
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Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the morning crack a dawn and
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
>some niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
>remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?
>that you rolled dice wit
>smoked blunts and got nice wit
yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect
>I didn't day dem, they schooled me to some niggaz
>that you knew from back when,
>when you was clockin minor figures
>Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
> and they wanna stick the knife
>through your windpipe slow...so..
>thank Fame for warnin me cuz I'm warnin you
>I got the mac Biggie
>tell me what you wanna do...
[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my paper
[VERSE 2]
>They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
>wit the Texas license plates outta state
>they heard about the pounds
>you got down in Georgetown
>now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
>they even heard about the crib
>you bought your mom in south Florida
>the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
The criminals tryin to drop my decimals
DAMN.. niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and the interdream things ain't always what it seems
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put they fuckers in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck with what I had you with
you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no more(nigga)
Feel the rush, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
im not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin...
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Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
passthat weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
[B.I.G. - Verse]
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit us,
straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious, thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,
ya'll niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,
we just sittin here tryin to win, tryin' not to sin,
high off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen,
steadily countin' them benjamins, nigga you should to if u knew wut this game would do 2 u,
bin in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit i've bin through,
so called beef with u know who, fucked a few female stars or two,
then a bluelight niggas knew like
Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim
no asperation to quit da game.
Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
squeeze your clip and hit the right one
pass dat weed l gotta light one
all them niggas l gotta fight one
all them hoes l gotta like one
our situation is a tight one
what u wanna do? fight or run?
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
[Twista]
Nigga money livin' marvelous, in god we trust,
don't too many niggas wanna start wit us, got big guns in the cars wit us,
bust at any muther fucka i can hide wit us,
don't really wanna show u wut a G.I.B., i'm regularly sippin' in the V.I.P.,
when u hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G.,
Brooklyn and K-town, when u checkin' out the flow, u know its goin rain with persistence,
2 legends on the same track, 2 different plains of existence,
lets get it crackin' i love to bust flows, hit it from the back cus i love to buck hoe,
spit it for the city i love Chi-ca-go, cali-coes buck, i love to bust those,
you think you can spit on the mike like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I, shit is real u know u love him, u ain't got "Ready to Die",
"Life After Death", give to you, however u want it nigga,that a day after, give it to ya, however u want it nigga,
cus the shit is giddie, so i carry big heat, screamin' come 'n' get me,
Twista and Biggie on the Swizz beat,
3 mils i love to make 1, all these cars i love to ride 1,
all these hoes i love to cut 1,
a tribute to BIG i love to bust 1,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
passthat weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
[Krayzie Bone]
In the middle of it hammer, bring niggas more drama than they baby mamas, nigga wanna battle,ima bomb ya,
one man but i attack like a pack of pirahnas, like taracotta,
niggas always ready for the war, they don't really wanna see a nigga tho,
we can hit 'em ina minute then we finished wit'em, hit'em with tha venom of a nigga witha sicko flow,
Here wit Swizz, Oh NO!, niggas in trouble,
somebody better call po-po, its gonna be murder when i get to servin them burnin'em (YEAH),
nigga ya'll heard of me, brick city killa, nigga word to me,
and im classic like Bernie's Magic, will attack it to snatch his rep back, and stack some, drag him,
double on'em at random, with the bullets i brand'em,
feeling hold the game ransom,
runnin up in your mansion, cash demandin, flashing cannons, niggas ain't ready for this 1,
cus im on a mission to get even better believe it, im heavily heated,
its easy to see it, if you wanna see me, let that be the reason.
[B.I.G. - Chorus]
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit,grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip hit the right one,
pass that weed i got to light one,
squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed i got to light one,
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Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G.
Let's go
[Biggie]
Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
Muah!, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success, escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all, (big don't fold y'all)
I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you)
You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die)
[Biggie (chorus)]
Do you know where your going too
Just a memory...everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody till somebody kills you
Do you know where your goin too
Just a memory...so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody till somebody kills you
[Pusha T]
Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows
My back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk
Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke
Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke
Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses
That carried my niggaz, and had the church mothers cursing
Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa
The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing
And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, (yes!)
On the flipside, the steel I'm gripping
You thought all the floss had me slipping?
Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion, your nothing
[chorus]
[Malice]
Ha ha ha ha ha check out the fisad
On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe another short of the arnage
Even as a youth I was laudering the stoop
Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue
I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle
Because Im a provider as long as I am able
This here hughe the most foolish of blues
When I tell my mom the price
She damn near sent me to my room
It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S
You don't wanna try nigga, you next uhh
[chorus]
[Diddy]
Biggie Duets...
Born Again...
Life After Death...
Legacy lives on..and on, and on
These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG
shit you ain't even here..
Motherfuckers better step their game up..
Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!
Motherfuckers...
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Cause real G's know da feelin(its murda)
Its hard buddy, no remorse for the killings
Cause real G's know da feelin(its murda)
Its hard buddy, no remorse for the killings
(Lil Wayne)
Madd trees and bitches in dungarees
The City under seas
Kitchens will hit degrees
I love that summer breeze
I'll stand in it til it freeze
I'm from another breed ta other s-s-sothern G's
I sip Promethazine
I lean, but stand tall
I mean I'm madd raw
I'm callen like Feds call
St-eeee-rike
Yup, so get it right
Nigga, one of my snippets will end your whole life
You aint nothin wit a riddle to a nigga wit a knife
In the fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat shark
So be smart, and be your own part
If you dont love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart
And we dont like the Narcs
Stay away from the cell
Hey, Ima shoot it out if Im facin jail
So tell ya girl to come and make me rich
Weezy baby, Nigga 9-5, 10-6
[chorus: juelz santana]
at night i can't sleep
i toss and turn
got mah hand on mah pistol
When Will these motherfuckers learn?
watch it
i ain't goin out without a fight
im wit whateva
i ain't goin out without a fight
im wit whateva
i ain't goin out without a fight
im wit whateva
it would be a light before mah life
at night i can't sleep
i toss and turn
got mah hand on mah pistol
When will these motherfuckers learn?
[juelz santana]
its showdown time
throw down time
say D off
four pound time
aye, aye
go get yours
i go get mine
check it
man, im with whateva
goodness gracious the paper
where the cash at?
where the stash at?
i blow that ass back
for frontin' on a nigga like me
you got nothin' on a nigga like me
youuuuu'll seeeee
im on the grind
from sun up to sun down
if im lyin
then lightning come down
and strike me right now
i turn a dollar, to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred
keep em' comin' til im full on mah stomach
im stuck in mah ways
im stuck puffin' mah haze
hand on mah pistol
frontin' to spray(aye!)
im stuck livin the life
of a ghetto nigga
tryin to get rid of the life of fright
stuck to it
[chorus]
[notorious big:]
as i grab the glock
put it to your head piece
one in the chamber
the safety is off
release straight at ya dome holmes
i wanna see cabbage
biggie smalls' a savage
doin' ya brain cells much damage
teflon is the material for the imperial
mic grippa, girl strippa, the henny sippa
i drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q
.45, glocks and techs are expected when i
wreck shit
respect is collected, so check it
i got techniques drippin out mah butt cheeks
sleep on mah stomach so i don't fuck up mah sheets
(huh!)
mah shit is deep
deeper than mah grave, G
im ready to die and nobody can save me
fuck the world, fuck mah moms, and mah girl
mah life is played out like a jehri curl
im ready to die
[chorus]
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