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Aww
Aww Aww
Aww

Nigga ion need no help
I can do bad all by myself
Hope he don't snitch like Nino Brown
Pack came in im gone need more pounds
Bake em

Bitch you know I’m the water boy I have a lot of whores got some head from Vicky Vallencourt
Nigga look at my catalogue fuck her so good send her straight

pour me up I don't feel the same
Call me what you want, you can't say I'm  broke or a lame
Bitch I never snitched, I neva ran, I neva sang
I focus

Percocet 
Man I'm reppin' for an island 
I don't rep a set 
Pull up
Red and white, you know I represent
She keep askin'
If I'm comin' through if all depends

gyno

Lemme give you a little bit of that TLC with that TCM
Have your heart beating out your chest
80 BPM when my record spins
I give these boys their

pocus
It's like magic
I had em Fucked up 
Some of them I bagged most of I lucked up
I had bitches by the pound 
Lil booties matter but her is around

rounds
You don't wanna here the sound sound
Don't wanna hear it's melody
I've done some shit punishment by death and Ian got a felony
Someone explain that

It was like two nights ago
Saw you with him, shit I was in the cold (halo!)
Wouldn't wanna say shit, don't know how to cope
Yeah, yeah, that's just

call themselves Twiztid
I'm not sure we should
Mess with these people
I don't think they have anything to live for
You know we do this forever
And a lot

the fuckin dice boy
What you hold lectures
Take over your set boy
Call me Mr. Heckler
Dots on her face boy I'm a fuckin freckler
Do it no backdrop I'm a fuckin

to check on the pressure
Cause I'm, tired of living with all of this stress or
Messin' around in the early mornin' I pound on the dresser
Can't you hear my

finished fucking on this bitch, she got my boogie on
She finna hit my line, yeah, that's his lil' butter bitch
And while you fucking that lil' bop, she just

You're not twenty-four anymore
Just go away, Wroetoshaw and on the way out
Close the door
GameboyJones should call it quit's
I don't know what you

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

Special Dedication

to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

Hip Hop: The Collection, Vol. 2

2005

to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some

it
I'm feelin' what you're sayin'
You're tryin' to get around it
But life goes on, pimpin'
The wise don't doubt it

Stuck in the sky
First time upside

chilling on the protools
All I ever really needed was a phone call ironically I’m recording my vocals
I see you sometimes but we really ain’t vocal
We’ve

know I don't buy flowers
If I don't have a gun, I don't want beef, I'ma fucking call it
Finesse the plug with a bag of Fugazi-ass powder
Skinny as fuck,

the sirens
And when I say sirens I don't mean a flashing light
I just mean we plotting violence
Put y'all on a wave with these vocals then make you crash

some big lips that you thought you paid to play
It be clicking for a nigga pussy boy you can't relate
I'm the player and the coach make the call then

than a trumpet 
Played by Dizzy Gillespie you don’t want to test me
A Night in Tunisia I’m cooler than a freezer
You muffin and puffin looks like you

for stopping it 
nice to see you kicking it 
and even better rocking it 

you have got the hang it 
don't you stop don't you quit 
now that we are doing

Bad Mutha

Treacherous Three

Turn It Up

2000

Yourself with anything but an average person
Lovin my success but envious and cursin
You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker
Just gimme a pound cause

Bad Mutha

Kool Moe Dee

Kool Moe Dee

1986

Yourself with anything but an average person
Lovin my success but envious and cursin
You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker
Just gimme a pound cause