[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggaz
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My Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)
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Dangerous MC's..
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Uhh (check it out) uhh
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Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
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Chillin on the scene, smoking l's of green
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Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
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Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
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Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
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And the winner is..
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Y'all niggaz know the rules
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I blast on niggaz so --
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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-- my fist never bruise
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Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues
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Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
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Look forward to me like commissary
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All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
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Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
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or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
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Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
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Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
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Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
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By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga
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but your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin
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IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
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Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
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at least six inches, above project fences
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Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches
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When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
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Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)
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Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw
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Yes I rocked your cheddar box (hah)
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Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)
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Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down
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Chorus: Busta Rhymes
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C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon
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Bitch grab your tits c'mon
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Let me know you in the spot
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Bump your fists, c'mon
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Thugs tote yo' shit
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we bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
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Let's blow the club, c'mon
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Fuck the place up, c'mon
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Shake yo' nasty ass
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and make it swing all around, c'mon
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Yo, make this money
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throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
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Bounce in your whips, c'mon
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Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
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Dangerous MC's
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My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
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Dangerous MC's
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My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
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[Mark Curry]
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Uh-huh, make money hand over fist
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The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist
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Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
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Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle
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The process of elimination, fresh rotation
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come and go and they death be starvation
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In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary
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Snooze and you lose is the theory
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The fury of a patient man, is wild beyond belief
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Be afraid, you don't want beef with us chief
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Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand
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Everything you can imagine is real man
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and revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold
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Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes
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You know the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon
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Niggaz grab your dicks, c'mon
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Bitches rub your tits, c'mon
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Chorus (minus last two lines)
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg
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Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
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Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin the law
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You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off
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Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em
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with that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit
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We dips to this, make chips to this
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and buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)
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I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin dick (say what?)
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Who you think she fuckin with? (what?) Look here
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My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
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Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW
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.. How you like me now? (what what, what?)
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You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle
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100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the corner
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all up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin
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Chorus (minus last two lines)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you
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If I worked in a resteraunt
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I'd shit in the food and feed it to you
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Most of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
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Even all of them Haitian niggaz
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won't believe this voodoo
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Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois
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and kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer
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I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
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And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz full of ca-ca
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The way we doin damag |