[Lil' Cease]
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Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga
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The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
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The best that ever lived it
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Cocksuckers, What's his name, huh?
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That's how we do it ya'll
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To all my niggaz in the house
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Bad Boy, Who we die for
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All day, everyday nigga
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[Verse 1]
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For the love of BIG, we bang out
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Since my man died, we don't hang out
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We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out
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Mafia World, all my niggaz max out
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We Bad Boys, why ya'll niggaz cracked out
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Coward niggaz, most are burried down south
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Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
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Niggaz bearly speak when we discuss money
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Niggaz stay yappin when there's always somethin funny
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The realest niggaz never took nuthin from me
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Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk, and hate kids
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Got niggaz on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
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A yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
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Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.
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[Lil' Cease]
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To all my thugs who puffed him
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To all my girls who hugged him
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You love him, yell his name..
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I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
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Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for..
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Mafia
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Representin Bucktown
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Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down
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Face down, you know the routine, the cream
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Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
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[Verse 2]
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For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
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Once I got it, I lock it
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Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
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See me speak, that paper better be the topic
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I like my ice frozen like the Antartic
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I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
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And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit
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I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
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Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
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We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
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I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things
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Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
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My nigga ill's holdin it down for the beam
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Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
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Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
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Still ride, still die for BIG's name
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(chorus)
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[Verse 3]
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For BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wig
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Not cause of what he said, cause of what he did
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When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and thats the way it is for..
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We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
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Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
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I roll with a bunch of niggaz that wear bandanas and rep...
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We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel
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B.K. style, see BIG howl, now
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Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world
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Niggaz nuthin but squirels, they know we rep...
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Niggaz tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
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Wood style roll'em up, get plucked, nigga what
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Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
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Know my gat and bust for my nigga...
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(chorus)
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[Lil' Kim]
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Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
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Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
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My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
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One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...
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You know Frank kept me iced out
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Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account
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All that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it
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Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...
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All ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
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Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
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Ya'll niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
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Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten
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We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own
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Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up
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BIG missin us, shout him out...
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(chorus)
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(chorus into fade)
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Biggie
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Lil' Kim |