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Notorious B.I.G.

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What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode on you rasshole I fuck around and get hardcore C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga Feel the rough, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you? You got a red dot on your head too! So thank Fame for warnin me 'cause now I'm warnin you I got the Mack nigga Tell me what you wanna do. Done Lyrics uploaded by cheeb87 Who the fuck is this? Call the coroner There's gonna be a lot of slow singin And flower bringin If my burgular alarm starts ringin Whatcha think all the guns is for? What I'mma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains Of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode on you rasshole I fuck around and get hardcore C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga Feel the rough, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you? There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing What ya think all the guns is for? Ahh fuck - it better be his motherfuckin house Fuck right here. Pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack of dawnin Now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin me and why. Call the coroner There's gonna be alot of slow singin And flower bringin If my burgular alarm starts ringin Whatcha think all the guns is for? I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody coming C'mon motherfucker I'm only comin' to pass the gat Just bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on Are we gettin' close, huh? All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour the criminals, tryin to drop my decimals Damn! There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin if my burgular alarm starts ringin Whatcha think all the guns is for? All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door And I feed em gun powder so they can devour The criminals tryin to drop my decimals Damn. There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing What ya think all the guns is for? Paging me at 5:46 In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why? What's that red dot on your head man! It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with? That you rolled dice wit Smoked blunts and got nice wit Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect Nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz That you knew from back when, When you was clockin minor figures Now they heard you blowin up like nitro And they wanna stick a knife Through your windpipe slow.

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It's right over here Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man? Ahh fuck, it better be his motherfuckin' house Fuck right here This better be this motherfucker's house Oh shit! General Commentshould be Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck with what I'm a hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole I fuck around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga biggie was the definition of hard-body. Niggaz wanna stick my for my C. All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed em gunpowder, so they can devour The criminals trying to drop my decimals Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Bet ya Biggie won't slip I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck! All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour The criminals trying to drop my decimals Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Bet ya Biggie won't slip I got the Calico with the Black Talons loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck! General CommentCall the coroner there's gonna be alot of slow singin and flower bringin if my burgular alarm starts ringin whatcha think all the guns is for? And it ain't a dream things ain't always what it seems It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha See your picture, now they wanna Grab they guns and come and getcha Betcha Biggie won't slip I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad prediciment Where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck what I'm hit you wit you motherfuckers betta duck I bring paid, blood stains of what remains of his jacket, He had a gun he should've packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole I fuck around and get hardcore, C-4 to ya door no beef no more Feel the rush, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody comin. Yeah I'm sure motherfucker, c'mon! It's that red dot on your head man! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper Damn! I'm not gunnin, nigga I bust my gun an' hold on, I hear somebody comin. And in a dream things ain't always how it seems It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha See your picture, now they wanna Grab they guns and come and getcha Betcha biggie won't slip I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put they bodies in a bad prediciment Where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my beretta Buck with what I had you with You motherfuckers betta duck I leave stains on blood of what remains Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole I fuck around and get hardcore, c-4 to ya door no beef no more Feel the rush, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when big poppa comes for you I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in Hold on I hear somebody comin. Pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin Now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin me and why.

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Notorious B.I.G.

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It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot A niggaz wanna stick me like fly paper neighbour Slow down love please chill drop the caper Remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville? This better be this motherfucker's house Oh shit!. Paging me at 5:46 In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why? You got a red dot on your head too! Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect Nah them my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect I didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow So, thank Fame for warning me cause now I'm warning you I got the Mac, nigga tell me what you gonna do Damn niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn niggas wanna stick me for my paper They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus With the Texas license plates out of state They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida The Fifth Corridor Call the coroner! It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with? I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody coming. . . .


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