Lyrics:
the way this is going
Whether we're sitting and talking while watching
The Office or rockin out to the rhythm and style of Notorious B.I.G
I think you're
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Since y'all mother fuckers so quick to dance, lift ya' hands
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands up, lift ya' hands up
Lift ya' hands
fall when it isn't autumn?
Where would Pac be at if nobody would've shot him?
Do u really think the Notorious Big would believe these guys?
All these
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
boots, lose them shoes again
Followed by ya clothes, now I’m rubbing on yo toes
Hand going up ya leg, rubbing arms and elbows
Notorious like B.I.G. yeah
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
& Notorious knocking the living XP outta warriors tell, Sethiroth he dont stand a Chance cause When i bomb on em it'll be a Avalanche got the Weapon in my hand
& Notorious
knocking the living XP outta warriors
tell, Sethiroth he dont stand a chance
cause When i bomb on em it'll be a Avalanche
got the Weapon in my hand
bands
Smother your clan
Sever your hands and your legs
Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head
I'm the only one your bitch let
Get real baby, baby get real
My head's clear, I don't want no beer
Double-bubble big trouble, don't ya come near
Get your tits and ass outta here
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot m.C.s
got me superman high,
With this special made chain,
And it caught ya cutie eye,
(aye aye) superman high
Da duh duh, I get superman high (hey)
Da
I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar
they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
All/ Nigga in
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot m.C.s
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
(nerd)
Cause I be going deeper that the others you heard (heard)
Cause this ain't in ya head, bumpin' in ya head knockin' (knockin')
I keep the brothers
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
so high
(So high)
And when we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the hoes just stop
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
[Intro: MIMS]
R.I.P.!!!! B.I.G.!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Sample (MIMS)]
For the bread n butta I leave niggas in the gutta
"Big
I wanna battle ya!
I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica?
Look at you
You're shaking like a pair of dice!
And when I rip ya, rob ya
Roast ya
to the people but we them people nowadays
We ain't never giving up
Now we got our hands up
We can't be, 'cause their hearts ain't big enough
All we need is
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