Everything is wrong since me and my baby parted, All day long I'm walkin', 'cause I can't get my car started. Laid off from my job, and I can't afford to check it - I wish someone would come along right into it and wreck it! Come on! I can't get started, Come on! Since me and my baby parted, Come on! I can't afford to check it, I wish someone would come along right into it and wreck it! Come on!
Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays Off the baldhead, everything is real Biggie put me on this joint, so I'mma be the big wheel Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn With .22s in your shees, yo, keep this joint cooking
Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on
I GOT SEVEN MAC-11'S, ABOUT EIGHT .38'S NINE 9'S, TEN MAC-10'S THE SHITS NEVER END YOU CAN'T TOUCH MY RICHES EVEN IF YOU HAD MC HAMMER AND THEM 357 BITCHES BIGGIE SMALLS, THE MILLIONAIRE, THE MANSION, THE YACHT THE TWO WEED SPOTS, THE TWO HOT GLOCKS HUH, THAT'S HOW I GOT THE WEED SPOT I SHOT DREAD IN THE HEAD, TOOK THE BREAD AND THE LAMB'S BREAD LIL' GOTTI GOT THE SHOTTY TO YOUR BODY SO DON'T RESIST, OR YOU MIGHT MISS CHRISTMAS I TOTE GUNS, I MAKE NUMBER RUNS I GIVE EMCEES THE RUNS DRIPPING WHEN I THROW MY CLIP IN THE AK, I SLAY FROM FAR AWAY EVERYBODY HIT THE D-E-C-K MY SLOW FLOWS REMARKABLE PEACE TO MATTEO NOW WE SMOKE WEED LIKE TONY MONTANA SNIFF THE YAYO THAT'S CRAZY BLUNTS, MAD L'S MY VOICE EXCELS FROM THE AVENUE TO JAIL CELLS OH MY GOD I'M DROPPING SHIT LIKE A PIGEON I HOPE YOU'RE LISTENING, SMACKING BABIES AT THEY CHRISTENING SO YOU BETTER GRAB YOUR PISTOL CAUSE IF YOU SIT STILL, I'M GONNA MAKE YOUR FUCKING SHIT SPILL AND I'M TALKING 'BOUT BUCKETS, WHY DID I HAVE TO DO IT? SADAT SAID FUCK IT, YOU GOT A GUN, NIGGA BUST IT CAUSE I GOT MO' SHOTS TO POP YA BIG POPPA, BREAKING YOU OFF SOMETHING PROPER SIGNING OFF IS THE HARDCORE RAP SINGER AKA CRACK SLINGER, BRING IT ANY TIME NIGGA
WELL, WHY NOT BLOW UP THE SPOT WITH SADAT? RELEASE THE BRAINSTORM, TO MAKE YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BRAIN WARM A STRANGE FORM, SOMETHING KIND OF LYRICAL BIGGIE THE BASTARD, SADAT'S KIND OF SPIRITUAL WELL, IN GOD WE TRUST, GUNS I BUST GOT THAT DISGUSTING, SEWER-STYLE DUMPING AND, UH, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO? DO YOU LIKE THE THINGS THAT I BRING? MAKE AN EMCEE WANNA SING FOR A LIVING TAKE THE BEATDOWN WE FUCKING GIVING C'MON, MOTHERFUCKER!
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