Lyrics:
it's over
Played you like a controller
Though you knew me by now
Well you don't I'm really bipolar
The world can't hold me down
I've got too much
in his stories
Young boy dig it BIG
Became notorious for it
The liquor is cold
Women are gorgeous
My dreams were enormous
Now my goods are imported
poker face dawg
You won't believe what I've got on the cards
Less chat more bars
Tryna hold wood bend her over the chest of drawers
Freaky gal she wanna
Tameka, Shay, Alisha and Gloria
Chasing this broad tryna find euphoria
Name notorious, dick game glorious
Find me shorty when your boyfriend boring ya
not stranger to the trigga
Talkin' I'll kidnap ya momma
If it's really 'bout that drama
All I rock is that designer
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Prada big bro dj
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"
on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you
understand
Cause guess what
Y'all hold y'all nuts (This shit Campbellton man)
Ya'll hold y'all pussies
This shit Campbellton for life
Ben Hill for life
Big
Hold it! Yeah, uh! uh! some more
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what
You hittin' this nigga, how that sound?"
Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
That's my Neneh Cherry shit,
You hittin' this nigga, how that sound?"
Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
That's my Neneh Cherry shit,
motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
A big bad
motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
A big bad
Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,
Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep
Notorious
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
Of The Notorious BIG and the Junior MAFIA
Jealous niggas recognize
Freak bitches fantasize
infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
haters wanna hope on ya wave as soon they think u straight
Feeling like the notorious b.i.g aint no debate
No second chances all over life got me feeling
hear bare claps like a mustard hit
Fake love want it all
I’m self-employed but on call
Ya, ya
Even June that snow fall
Heads call and take it all
Ya, ya
???California Love???
- ???California Love???
Notorious B.I.G. ??? ???Juicy???
- ???It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine/Salt N??? Pepper
friends wondering who
We up in the club but it’s feeling like we the only ones up in the room
Bigger than notorious and I don’t wanna be boring ya
In
ideas in my head make no sense
Lil foreign slip out we gonna hold it
All whip it's golden
Ya, ya ya
Lavish I like
Sidekicks on rise
Oh
Main chicks don't
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say
Say Big
the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressing ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exalted
At your door with
on the Jazz I told them
I told them check your man on the Jazz like Hornacek
Doernbecher Jordan VI
Achoo the boy is sick
B.I.G. Poppa Notorious for dropping
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