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B.I.G.]
Niggaz... bitches...
Uhh

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) Grab your if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big
Gotcha, off the words I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday" --> Slick

One: Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more than a little bit?
are you a idiot?
Listen to the I spit like M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
Cause Cease ain't the one for the and dabbin shit
I it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, I miss ya
I blow up like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches a glance at
the little one, over in the Land Rover
Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, all between the lines
A act up, makes the bastard hard to find

Chorus: 2X

Two: Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers the sheisty individuals
Smokin and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I it
get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
Big Poppa softenin
Take you to the church, rob the for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's
wear, Moschino on my bitches
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day
I don't know else to say
I've been robbin since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't
my flow, detrimental to your
roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my
My target, all you wack niggaz who rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the
for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz your genitals
Proteins and minerals, subliminals
Big shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the rilli with my all day
325's roll by the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
Bitches the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one more
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you hip-hop
Bitches in the back of the club, straight up