Lyrics:
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,
can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas
That say
a knife by my bed (knife by my bed)
I'm so paranoid, I'ma sleep when I'm dead (when I'm dead)
I'm so paranoid, I'ma sleep when I'm dead
I cut off all
Always letting his mouth write a check
That his ass can't cash
You're in my zone
Killer territory, this is my throne
Sadomasochism get your bones broke
embarrassed when my bro get caught by the cops
What the fuck you do that for? Should've kept yo ass home
So broke, I can't put money on ya books, no calling my
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
and that ass just dropped
Squeekin and we
But the wagon don't stop
Michigan
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a Verner
It's time to get wrecked
Junky
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
Made dreams come true though and
I’m high on Pluto and I got a foreign car it
Only came with like two doors
And got niggas dead broke career kudos
I
Strong Back doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
straight crazy
Don't need no punk fools payin' me
And broke groupies and hootchies
Don't faze me
I take two steps back and release myself
To put platinum
caught up with the crew oh
What am I to do nah living without you
Yeah I love to be behind your ass but first in lines amazing
I guess I'm Mr.OhSoTrouble
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
Strong Back doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
'bout you? "
"petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do? "
I landed the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
dead?
Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads/
East coast - west coast, I play the whole map and bounce/
They got a benz but live in their
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
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