I was a terror since the public school era
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Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
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Smoking blunts was a daily routine
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Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
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I used to have the tre` duce
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And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
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Now i got a mac in my knapsack
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Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
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And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
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Honeys want to chat
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But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
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And can i bring my gat?
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If not, I hope I don't get shot
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Better throw my vest on my chest
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'Cause niggaz is a mess
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It don't take nothin' but frontin'
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For me to start somethin'
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Buggin' and buckin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
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Dumbing out, just me and my crew
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Cause all we wanna do is...
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Chorus:
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Party... And bullshit, and... (x9)
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Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
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Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
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Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice
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Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
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Holler if you need me love i'm in the house
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Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
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Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY
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Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
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Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
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It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
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Nigga you scared you're supposed to
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Nigga I told ya, put fear in your heart
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Fuck up the party before it even start
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Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
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Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!
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Chorus
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Bitches in the back looking righteous
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In a tight dress, i think i might just
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Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
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And have fun with Jamaican rum
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Conversations, blunts in rotation
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My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
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we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
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If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
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Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
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She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
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I'm hittin' skins again
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Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
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Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
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Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
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[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing,
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Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"]
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Can't we just all get along?
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So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn
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Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
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And it's on, and I'm gone
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that's that.
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[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected lines]
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Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
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and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
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and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
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and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
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and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior Mafia likes that.)
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and Party... and Bullshit,
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and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.)
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and Party... and Bullshit,
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and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.)
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and Party... and Bullshit,
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and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
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and Party... and Bullshit,
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and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.)
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and Party... and Bullshit,
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[Repeats until fade out]
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Party and Bullshit
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Notorious B.I.G. |