Lyrics:
Shabba dabble do, I can dig it baby, you know
Because these hoes, they can't be controlled
You gotta find 'em, spot 'em, send 'em
Get 'em, got 'em, you
to the tails
Searchin' for heaven and livin' in hell
They say I'm wrong for teaches this on
Fuck what you believe, can't heal by myself
That's the way I'm
rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop
I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block
So I bust open me a quarter ki spot
Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot
If I could remember way back then
I was three
Seeing granny in that bed, I wish that shit happened to me
Was heart broken by any bitch that love
me
I can get ya whole family wiped
Out for less then a G
The OG stands for Organized General
I'm still educated and graduated
To a criminal
I'll make
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
spot down by the river
Where our sweet love first began
Just because we are married
Don't mean we can't slip around
So let's walk out through
North, seeking middle-class prosperity
But by the summer of 1967
Much of that hope had turned to hopelessness (yo)
Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky,
shit makes me go through a spot
I can tell you I ain't never forgot
Blood everywhere that's the vision I got
They lucky that I can't get no barrel hot
to hold spots down, home Bost-town
Victim of 'stance, we dance with four pound
Spit thug sound, why'all know how thugs sound
Can't touch clowns, slow
to travel nine planets
Niggas can't understand it
Please, I spark the brain of too many MCs
I be more than gladly to take your G's
We could battle for car
left this world by putting bullets in they head
But little Johnnie across the street
Hung hisself from his bunk-bed
Had to go to court in the mornin'
throwin' dubs still
I put her in the Bentley, mansion rent free
Told her keep the G-Wagen plain, don't even tint these
Can't be fuckin' with a lame, dawg,
have shit
Holes in my shoes picked on by other kids
I remember when they tried to rob me in the hall
I called my brother phone
He pulled up
in the spot
And can't parallel park
Or put a scratch up on the car
Cause it's rented
I've spent some years
Living Devilish
I used to think
That id
the yae nigga day by day
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin'
Rock, ha
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination in the industry
Here comes another one
I can see us
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
(slow)
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got
I'm grown and I'm still a G
But it's to sell my crack by
Way of cheers in this industry
Remember me, when you hustle runnin'
Right do or die, otherwise,
Yes, with the shit that is sure to hit the spot
Oooh hot yes, come in my Dragon's Lair, that's when I turn slayer
Uno better say you're prayer
(Open your
erections over revenge, kid
You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave
I'll lay a nigga down and steam roll away
Y'all can't see this
That this might
dropped
I represent uptown
I 50 round on clowns I turn smiles into frowns
I from the place of places
I be the ace of aces
You can't beat the B.G.
I went
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