[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Niggaz... bitches...
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Uhh
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[Chorus: B.I.G.]
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(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
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(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
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Gotcha, open off the words I say because
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"This type of shit it happens everyday" - [Slick Rick]
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[Verse 1: Lil' Ceasar]
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Check it out, uhh
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Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
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What are you a idiot?
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Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
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Got mad guns up in the cabin
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Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
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I make it happen, you got your ass caught
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All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
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or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
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I blow up spots like little sisters
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G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
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Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
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Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
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the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
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Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
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Stack the green, read all between the lines
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A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
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(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
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Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
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Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
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Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
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If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
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Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
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Big Poppa never softenin
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Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
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Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
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Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
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Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
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She whippin my ride, countin my onec12
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Player's Anthem
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| Notorious B.I.G. |
