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10d0
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(Puff Intro)
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Yeah,
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Bad Boy,
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Cash Money, 2000
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[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse one]
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Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton figga
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Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
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Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
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Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
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Put you in the back with the derelicts
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Yeah, I pop plenty shit
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Chump, I'm making hits
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No time for the crack rock and shit
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Took it to another level
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Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
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Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
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Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
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Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
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Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
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The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop
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Getting props, proving nobody drops
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Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
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And niggas just can't understand it
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I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
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You know my shit is hitting
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Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
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Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
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For the burner, catch a body
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I got styles like karate
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Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
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Like a cantaloupe
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Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
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I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else?
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Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
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Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop
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What you think I'm stupid
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My crew is mad deep
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I hope you niggas sleep (huh)
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[B.G. - Verse two]
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I throw a bomb through you window
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Burn you up and your hoe
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I catch your mama going to therapy
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And cut her throat
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You lil' sister walking home from school
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I abduct her, then I fuck her
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I hit ya park close up with the Louisville Slugger
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BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
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I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
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Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my nigga
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I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
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[Big Tymer - Verse three]
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Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banging
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Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper
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Haters, I don't like'em, bitches, I don't trust'em
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Niggas, I can't stand'em, I creep down and pluck'em
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Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine
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Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine
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That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets
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And a nigga like me, I play the game for keep
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[Juvenile - Verse four]
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I remember when niggaz slang heroin up in balloons
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I paid attention to everything , from killings to cartoons
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Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room Bitch
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Want some more nigga, fuck with me I'ma doom shit
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Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him
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Put my foot in they rectum right after I dome check 'em
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I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey
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Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
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Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me
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I been out doing it for years, since elementary
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Real good relationship with guns and drugs
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Because my whole neighborhood consist of crook and thugs
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Everything is my own shit cause I don't fuck with scrubs
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I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club
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Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub
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Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love
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[Turk - Verse five]
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I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with
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Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
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They die quick, fuckin' with Turk, wodie get whacked
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Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back
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and trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me
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Fuck that, I bust back with 223
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Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
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Innocent people move 'cause somebody fix'n to get split
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[Lil' Wayne - Verse six]
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Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy
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Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em
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I'm coming so alert them
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(Ur, Ur) fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting
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You haven't seen the worst and
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I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
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Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
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Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
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I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, wha |