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

B.I.G.

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

Verse One: Lil'

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a bit?
What are you a
Listen to the lyrics I spit M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got ass caught
All you saw was fire, the Honda Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, then I ya
I blow up spots like sisters
G'wan ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Land
Playin Big Willie style a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to

Chorus: 2X

Two: Notorious B.I.G.

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm by criminals
Heavy rollers the sheisty individuals
skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya
Big Poppa softenin
you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's
Versace wear, on my bitches
She whippin my ride, my one's, thinkin I'm richest
the way players play, all day everyday
I know what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't
my flow, to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble
Runnin up in pretty bitches
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

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