Lyrics:
11:04 PM, and the temperature is 68 degrees
If you look to your left, you will see the borough of Brooklyn
Home to the Notorious B.I.G.
And on your
Rest in beats from Heavy D to Eazy E
The Notorious BIG, we have lost so many
Still wonder in my Adidas why
Jam Master Jay had to die and Lisa Left
swollen
Fuck it, say the wrong hood bullets explodin'
I trust few, people these days 'cause that's golden
I seen niggas get killed for who they roll with
to come get it bitch I'm dead wrong
Big slight and I'll do you dirty right in front your kids yeah right in front your bitch pussy Nigga
Cause I'm dead
baggies
That got employed
Deploy the twat
Why not?
It's what I come for
Big fingers up
Lad bands are fuckin' dead, you cunt
Do you wanna get mugged
Master Jay
A loss that hit the world of
Hip hop like John Lennon
Chapter out of life that
Prevailed the wrong inning
Still from the Notorious, hearts are
railroad tracks
Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks
So, let's go back
Follow the yellow
beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I
part of me
Part of us excuse me
Forgive me for this verse
Possessed by the holy spirit Every line gets worse
This gift that I'm using used to be a curse
Hip Hop was dead I met
It in the life after
Vision in the hereafter
Listenin' to Donny Hatha
Tryin' to find a way to get my
People out the trap
Don't wanna see you nowhere
With no one
Pack up
Pack up and get gone
You notorious for just being dead wrong
If I never hit you up, it's cause I'm head
neat
Mental stroke money and heart broke
Parents getting old couldn’t cut throat
lit j old way a notorious play
Old school lazy terror A big day
Vibe
like that Bed-Stuy kid, big or small, you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin' to brawl or strong-arm a midget, uh
I pull the 9 out my pocket, I'm lyin
Big's Frank White appetite for destruction
Made him king of New York a notorious introduction
To Pun the only son of Tony Montana X Cannibus and Mos
Were
Har en shooter by my right
Ifall du vill göra wrong
Flowet är illest
Backwood jag bill it
Inget är billigt
Twist N Turn
Sen jag Turn N Twist
dogs instead of Mike Vick?
What if Arnold would just let Tookie get life?
What if B.I.G. missed the party, what if 'Pac missed the fight?
What if you
Love you too much yea
Hope that I'll win
Girl if looks could kill
It ain't a big deal
Don't know if I'm alive
I'm already dead yea
Confess on my death
dogs instead of Mike Vick?
What if Arnold would just let Tookie get life?
What if B.I.G. missed the party, what if 'Pac missed the fight?
What if you
I'm dead but I’ll never be gone
Real shit nigga legends live forever
If you don't know, nigga now you know
Word to biggie, I'm notorious in my own right
put your boy name on a stone
I dissed the dead and I know I was wrong
But I'm shooting like DaBaby, they break in my home
Chopper so close that I'm
the events, 2pac
Now he’s notorious, you all know that Biggie had entendres
His lyrics were B.I.G., Los Angeles, California
March 9th, 1997, Wilshire, Boulevard
of shouts out to my doggz
Eazy E
Roger Troutman & The Notorious, B.I.G.
My Big Homeboy Mooch you know I love your moms to death
In Heaven she rest
H.D. -
The acronym and shooters too
Big ups to Pac and Notorious too
Real love I got a lot of something to prove
Hold on
Blowing clouds to the ozone (Ozone)
I ain't
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
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