[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Uhh.. UHH
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Yeah..
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Uhh.. uhh..
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Uh! Yeah.. yeah..
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Uhh..
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I'm on..
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Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..
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With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit
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Fuck her, never knew her
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Screw her.. (dump her body, dump her body) sewer
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Our father.. uh-huh..
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What you expected from his next of kin
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I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
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I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
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A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
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Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin
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Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
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How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
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and my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake
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Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
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With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit
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Our father.. if I should die before I wake
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[Black Rob]
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Fluck that
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Snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift
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Shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin, hit her body quick
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Got me like the trifest not knowin how my life is
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My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike
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The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers
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Did it with the glocks, spit it witcha pops, you was in diapers
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Loved me when you came to Rikers
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Hated me all in the free cypher; mad you can't be like us
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Some murderers who turn bikers -- see Biggie Smalls
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recruited these snipers -- alumni do it just like us
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Some pied pipers, squeezin life out y'all
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It's all out war, be all wild as all outdoor
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If a coward got beef, y'all be checkin his palm
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Paralyzin my niggaz thorough kid, how bout yours?
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Real quick to screw a nigga then, hop out four
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Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
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Bitch nigga.. whoah..
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Chorus
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[Beanie Siegal]
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Yo when you fuckin wit Mac, you fuckin wit the best
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Still wall to wall with them dusty Tecs
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Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit
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Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith
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Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it
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Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic
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When I squeeze don't breathe keep it lined and even
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So when niggaz get hit, they be cryin screamin
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Lyin bleedin -- from that iron steamin
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And I ain't tryin to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
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Niggaz start bitchin, when that pistol in they face
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or I sick two puts to come and get you in your place
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If I catch you in my shit, I'm wakin my bitch
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Hear take this shit, crackin the brick, facin that shit
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Takin two sniffs, grabbin my shit
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Best believe if I get hit, y'all niggaz takin some shit
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Picture niggaz takin my shit
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Chorus
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[Ice Cube]
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Niggaz never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie
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in the year 2000, all drunk and pissy
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off whiskey, you can miss me, actin gay
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He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A.
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Doin it the O.G. way; it's sorta like
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the Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me
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So this is dedicated to the memory of
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the Notorious One, the glorious one
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And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine
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Cock my nine, and seperate yo' head from yo' spine
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So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love hip-hop" and
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fuck you niggaz that shot Big Pop'
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The conspiracy, of this nation, for assassination
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of the young black male in this black hell
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And I can tell, no matter the weather
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that you and Tupac got yo' shit together
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California Love
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Chorus
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If I Should Die Before I Wake
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Notorious B.I.G. |