Intro: Jermaine Dupri
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B Side, B side, ha, check it
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So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
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The Notorious BIG in the house
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We got Da Brat in the house
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And me, y'all know who I be
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Check it ...
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I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
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Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
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So slide through your hood with me in your deck
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Cause your correct way to get your groove on Flossin
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I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
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Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with
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They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
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Back with the Big and my new-found friend
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[Da Brat]
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Sliding in from the front, never way behind
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Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
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Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
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Brat and Biggie Smalls...
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[Nortorious B.I.G.]
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Aw, shit!
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On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable,
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Flow to make you motherfuckers know
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Ain't an MC coming close to touch
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Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...
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Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal
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Lay on nite, light up the blunts
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As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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I never knew, niggas had a clue
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On who was the king of the street
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More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
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And my nigga just came home from work, release
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Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
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(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)
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Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs
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when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
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Nigga, no human being, Korean or European
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be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
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in they draws, because Biggie Smalls
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Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
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(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see
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the Notorious B-R-A-T)
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The raw combination, the destination,
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Number one tote a gun with no hestiation
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Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
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Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
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If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
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And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...
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Chorus
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Jermaine Dupri:
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Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...
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[Da Brat]
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I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
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The nigga you know who represent them platinuim sounds
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Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
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Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B
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You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
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jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
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round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
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and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
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We Funkdafied, kicking it live
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Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive
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Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
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Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
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We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet
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The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
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Rolling off slow on chrome 17's
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Chorus
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Outro: Jermaine Dupri
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Lay back, listen to the B-Side
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Slide, glide, do whatever you want
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Get out your lighters
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We be the rhyme writers
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Starters ... from the heart of College Park,
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New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go
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Dirty B Side
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| Notorious B.I.G. |
