Lyrics:
to silence the lamb and show him who I am
So I just set it off on my competitor
Freakin the funk as I hit em with crazy metaphors
Like back up off me dukes,
Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow
Fuck Tae Kwon do, I tote a fo'-fo'
For niggaz gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me
A big black
niggas like, rest in peace, Notorious BIG,
Nigga
Relay
Tell me somethin' about any rapper, and in a heartbeat, I would snappin' the
Baddest when I rhyme/
A hunnit racks up we breaching the sales
Fifty more racks im splurging for real
Twenty in the hole for big brotha bail ran up the bandz now they
That brother's hot like curry, one love to Keith Murray
Rappers like Craig Mack quench my thirst for comedy
I'd love to hang with Red Man but I ain't
We'll gonna do this when we feel ready
Ayo (grrt)
The luxurious, the notorious (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo, jugglin' the stars with
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
only get me this hurt?
But I been knowing my worth, since my last birth
A quarter century ago (twenty-five years, man)
I been Pac and Notorious BIG up
Im just a kid that makes music but mas life don't push it
I won't lie half the times I be stuck up in my feelings
Have me head in the gutter with me
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
And I filled her up with cream pies
Cut me off to heal crib on the hillside
I can't see her being happy with that other guy
So I had to hit her up one
Cool & Dre (This)
Black game (Is)
Terror Squad (I, I, I, I, I) the remix
Gotta say my name weezy F baby
(This is) Weezy F baby
Aka it's the remix
a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day
A house by the bay so what do you
By the Notorious B.I.G.
Head, head, and mo' head
Representing for the bitches
Head, head and mo' head
Check it out, check it out now, what
Check
much really change with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious, that was 9-7
Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin'
You ain't
much really change with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious, that was 9-7
Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin'
You ain't
got a big, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (uh)
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym
'Til the day I die
I keep it a buck fifty
It's a marathon
My crew gonna run with me
You ain't on my side
I advise you don't fuck with me
Homie, you
to to, and keep your eyes on em
'Cause the closest nigga to ya is the nigga with wise on em
I rise on em, so now they label me a menace
But they
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest, if no money
motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gonna cry
Me: a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them "my bitch-nigga eaters"
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
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