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Intro:
(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh Verse One: It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood It's all good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Chorus: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty Verse Two: I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Verse Three: Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... (It's all good) ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight |
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Hah sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink pink gators my Detroit players Timbs for my hoagans Brooklyn Dead right if the head right Biggie there ery'night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose never choose to bruise crews who do something to us talk go through us Girls walk to us wanna do us screw us Who us Yeah Poppa and Puff Close like Starsky and Hutch stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M 3 Bang every MC easily busily Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin So I just speak my piece keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps Packin askin who want it you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit we on it Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid I put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami D C prefer Versace All Philly hoes dough and Moschino Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie meanin who's really the shit Them niggaz ride dicks Frank White push the sticks on the Lexus LX four and a half Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last That's how most of these so called gangsters pass At last a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras menage a tois sex in expensive cars still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for no car payment At my arraignment note for the plantiff Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement Face it not guilty that's how I stay filthy Richer than Richie till you niggaz come and get Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit Escargot my car go one sixty swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run your crew run run I know you sick of this name brand nigga wit flows girls say he's sweet like licorice So get this nigga it's easy Girlfriend here's a pen call me round ten Come through have sex on rugs that's Persian Come up to your job hit you while you workin for certain Poppa freakin not speakin Leave that ass leakin like rapper demo Tell them hoe take they clothes off slowly Hit em wit the force like Obe dick black like Toby Watch me roam like Gobe lucky they don't owe me Where the safe show me homey Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid |
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Fuck bitches, get money.. xxxx niggaz, get money (3X) [Kim] Hehehe [Big] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up [Kim] The fuck? That xxxx ain't even ?? big boy [Big] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit Uhh, check it out [Kim] Bout to "get money" [Notorious B.I.G.] You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say youse the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the xxxxx said I raped her "Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was xxxxxx everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin Pay my own bail, commence to xxx kickin Lick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milkbox material You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real xxxx a xxxxx shit, uhh.. Fuck bitches, get money.. xxxx niggaz, get money (3X) [Big] WHAT? I see mad girls like you [Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot [Big] I'm tellin you though [Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me [Big] You just frontin, there's people out like that [Kim] ?? [Lil' Kim] Uhh, whoo! Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz Niggaz.. betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this xxxxx gets deep Deeper than the xxxxx of a xxxxx six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young xxxxx from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. Blow up spots on xxxxxxx because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your nine, while I xxxx on mine Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me But payback's a xxxxx motherfucker, believe me Naw I ain't xxx this aint no lesbo flow Just a lil somethin, to let you xxxxxxxxxxxxx know Fuck bitches, get money.. xxxx niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*) [Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute Back up, just give me that shit, this xxxx is mine [Big] Oh you want my numbers and shit [Kim] ?? [Big] Look, now you wanna ?? [Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask You're xxxxxx with a xxxxx named Aphrodite [Big] Y'all believe that shit? [Kim] Just playin with you, worrd ?? daddy is all that, oh word ?? I'm talkin bout some presidents Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash [Big] Whatever you don't think about this My nickname was Jesus in high school [Kim] You don't even believe that shit! God don't believe that shit! [Big] I'm the supreme being baby |
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