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(feat. Blake C, Larceny, Puff Daddy)
[Intro: Blake C] B.I.G. nigga Forever and ever Yeah You know by now, By now you know You know, my name What is it? Blake C Brooklyn If ya don't know We bring the thunder, thunder I said I'm here now And I'm never gone [Verse One: Larceny] Know what I'm sayin, We goin do it like this, Yo, yo, yo Larc Vegas banger Till they took my jet plane, cliffhanger Fuck it, Yeah he crashed my plane That ain't nothin but change Throwin niggas through windows Head on like freight trains Chicks hit it the same Our slogan: Bullets don't have no names And how we keep our circle tight We shake off the lanes Thats primo And when Blake say so Have ya family ridin Behind the Hearse and Limo Guess who in the last car System knocked like a disco Thinkin BIG, thinkin cris Bumpin "Missing You" It's all about the cash flow Get up in they asshole When you spit, just give em a taste Thats hotter than tabasco See, ever since I was a little rascal Uh, never was bashful To let out more nuts than cashew Was swarmed by so many honeys, You thought I did taboo Well baby, it's natural With charm is how I grasp you God bless me When a nigga ha-choo When a nigga ha-choo When a nigga ha-choo God bless me When a nigga ha-choo [Chorus: Blake C] Get out our way, get out our way Ya'll betta pray, niggas betta pray I told ya I was comin, I told ya we were coming (B.I.G. style) Ya best to start runin, Ya best to start runnin Can't move the way we move Never move the way we move We're too clever, clever, clever, clever, clever [Verse Two: Lil Cease] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo This rap shit, I'm the father Your biological The infrared on it, It ain't hard to find you Even, larger dudes get smashed at barbecues Security house, cameras that monitor you My bitches freak nasty in front of you If I give her the word, she'll swallow a few Gargle it too Cease game stick like glue Crazy, a lotta you tell You never forgave me My ice grain like, shine on the shammy???? My thugs come in a bunch, but not the Bradys Go to war, like niggas in Haiti No if, ands or maybe Not up going to school, just lazy Fuck the chickens, I trick dick to the ladies Come with the force thats greatly My stash go in the safe with the key Don't be mad at what God made me Muthafuckas [Chorus: Blake C] Get out our way, get out our way Ya'll betta pray, niggas betta pray I told ya I was comin, I told ya we were coming Ya best to start runin, Ya best to start runnin Can't move the way we move Never move the way we move We're too clever, clever, clever, clever, clever (Puffy - It's my turn now) [Verse Three: Puff Daddy] Sean Jean, I shines I floss But get it out with the platinum cross My own boss What's the price, fuck the cost See a bitch, fuck a bitch Get head, get tossed While ya cats fight for front page in the Source I'm Beat Boys, Status, P-D, People's Choice Powdered for Bentley Simply Doing fifty, gently Bad Boy industry, nigga Please don't tempt me Present me Only to the top swiftly Quickly, I'm talking to the ones that envy I advise ya'll Get money, and get wis-er My team, Like the newest quasars, blaze ya'll We got our guards up, raise ya'll Your chips minor, mine major Soon to be comin for a beat to save ya'll What [Chorus: Blake C (Puffy)] Get out our way, get out our way Ya'll betta pray, niggas betta pray I told ya I was comin, I told ya we was coming Ya best to start runin, Ya best to start runnin Can't move the way we move Never move the way we move We're too clever, clever, clever, clever, clever (Yeah, yeah, yeah, times up now) Get out our way, get out our way (We're here now) Ya'll betta pray, niggas betta pray (Took a little break) I told ya I was comin, I told ya we was coming (But we back) Ya best to start runin, Ya best to start runnin (Been a long time comin) Can't move the way we move (Lil Cease) Never move the way we move (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) We're too clever, clever, clever, clever, clever (Queen Bee, Lil Kim) Get out our way, get out our way (D-Roc, the General) Ya'll betta pray, niggas betta pray (Bris, Banga) I told ya I was comin, I told ya we were coming (Blake) Ya best to start runin, Ya best to start runnin (That nigga, P. Ditty. Yeah that's me) Can't move the way we move (Mase) Never move the way we move (B.I.G. forever) We're too clever, clever, clever, clever, clever (And we won't stop) |
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(Lil' Cease)
Let the Mony out (yo, yo) Let the Mony out (yo, yo) *Monkey noises* (Redman) Yo, yo, this Funk Doc Straight up, nigga, lay down No time to play now (uh ha) Brace be around your hip from the waist down Keep it calm and don't react Cognac be the Zodiac Lo, we back, cock, so these cats won't relax You see the face through the open mask, body Open gash, hoes throw me cash We gon blow, front row, do tash I'm a what you call a dog *Dog barking* F**king girls that do hair in mini-malls Lunatic when Doc spit, four patted walls (uh ha) Sick therapy got you back in the raw (uh ha) Cocky mass, I put the axe in the door Massacre, seminars off Branson jars I'll strip your hoe, strip your Benz Even strip that black line on your Master Card Card, card, card (Joe Hooker- Chorus) You're 'fraid to say what you mean You're just too scared to say what you feel You're afraid of us You're afraid of us (Mr. Bristal) BK niggas, hold it down correct (uh ha) Been a long time coming, niggas better start running Do more than top-gunning Dumming like a fifty-dollar sum And y'all cowards don't mean nothing (uh huh) Kept it real with this Rap shit while you try to go Pop I got the Maz' flow down on the schemes and plots (uh ha) If I want, nigga, I could come and take your block So call them, the first one to call the cops Like a lesbi, strictly platinum status nigga, let's see I don't wanna test, B, niggas don't impress me Who got you gassed like Ghetty, funny like Eddie? (uh huh) Bris' flow deadly, cuttin' niggas like a machete Done, I die tech when it's indirect (c'mon) The home team woulda never let a nigga disrespect (c'mon) We carry every object, enough ammo to take 'em (uh huh) Any ghetto project, so what nigga wanna test? (aaaahhh!) Wha (Chorus) (Lil' Cease) Yo, yo, ha ha, yo It's the phenomenonal Cease, kill more than cancer Serious, real thug, no dancer (what) More cheese than cameras, cock them hammers (uh) My fo' fo' leave niggas bent like Montana I'm killer than these cats could imagine when I'm rapping (oww) I make it happen when I'm relaxing Who want action? I'ma give you whatcha bargain for It's not friction, it's like fiction Puttin' these cats outta commission Flows that's devastatin', I'm dissin', so listen If it's hot, then get the f**k out the kitchen We All-City, we all-pretty Niggas rather die just to floss wit' me (ha) Keep it real, f**k how niggas feel (feel) 'cause this direct shit gonna get niggas killed Niggas sayin' Cease can't write, Cease can't rob (yo) Little do they know, I'm ahead of my time Future rhymes, what (Chorus to end) (Lil' Cease) Yo, c'mon Yo, yo, say what Ha ha, yo You afraid You afraid Motherf**kers Yeah, yo Uh huh, uh huh, huh Future sport motherf**kers Buck buck buck buck Huh, ahhhh! Uh huh, c'mon Uh huh, huh Ha ha, ha |
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(feat. Puff Daddy)
[Puffy] Let these Muthafuckaz know (Brooklyn) We ain't playin(It's my time to shine) We gonna let B.I.G. live vicariously through us, you feel me? You don't even know how to spell that shit(get my shit off on Niggaz) But Cease tell 'em why it's a long time coming, playa [Lil' Cease] Uh...I'ma do the dues I'ma do my thing Do the dues I'ma do my thing Do the dues I'ma do my thing Uh.. yo...yo..yo It's me y'all Cease a Leo, big spender Ice rockin criss (where you at nigga?) I'm at the bar with ten strippers No niggaz, rock platinum, just avoid gold diggers I'm here now, guess what, I want it all now Fuck blazers and roofs, we kick the door down Beat you in the jaw now, move swift like a coke on a grey hound Nigga what, it's been a long time comin but it was bound to come Cause I been doing this shit since day one Yeah, niggaz talk it but then niggaz walk it I'ma be in the benz flossin', Look at chicken's crossing Like vaseline, old school gather deans, uh no exposure in no magazines Think you can test my team? Team up boy you still can't match my queen With a lack of self esteem, foolish pleasure, layed out on a stretcher Tryin to test the, mic molester, word to my uncle Fester I put it on y'all B.I.G. warned y'all about the thugz that wrote calls [Chorus] It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long ... It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long ... [Larceny] You love them hoez, banga? Please, bitch call me Mr.Freeze cuz the shit on my neck and my sleeve Be keepin' zero degreez, when I fuck just a nut in the breeze Learned from LiL Cease, keep them hoez on they knees Start to love em then you trickin your cheese Her and her friend whippin the V and that ain't me I switch my bitch up bitch up like Jordan in the playoffs Switchin his kicks off, you got it mixed up like the hash seeds and Sticky greens that I twist up, for me it just be luck I'm holdin mine jump in the truck, what, just hang a bitch, bang a bitch, Leave em in dead, coffin style, bitches love a thug when they smile, uhhh It's me yo, the poet, street gigolo, mafia dough got plans for this shit to Blow Now I want the strip locked with the crack code open, blow, you front? Be the first to go, you know? [Chorus] It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long ... It's been a long time comin but it was bound to come We been on this shit since day one [Lil Cease] Niggaz talk it while I live it, nigga it's so vivid See when B.I.G. did it, I keep it Jig wit it These niggaz ain't got enough dough to get wit it The heart, you can't get it Mr L you wont get it Got enough tissue y'all? Cease done shitted Album done fully submitted and all that dip down long sleeve, fitted hat Been doing this since way back, 94, fully newer score Till 96 when track masters signed the law (what) then I gassed em all Launched July 4th now it's top floor, just before the war (which war) That's bi-coastal, fuck the cast that's vocal, spit the class focal Watch me blow you, smoke you, fuck you, I dug a bitch but not you (why) Bigger calmness, Niggaz don't really wanna start shit, it's coming [Chorus] It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been doin this shit since day one It's been a long time coming but it was bound to come We been puttin in bidz far too long ... It's been a long time comin but it was bound to come We been doin this shit since day one It's been a long time comin...bound to come Doin this shit since day one It's been a long time comin but it was bound to come We been puttin in bids far too long |
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(Cease)
Yo, you got some nerve hoe While Irv blow Form as Leo Watching the Roy Jones fight in the third row Chick like Cease, you the hottest I heard yo I'm like yeah right trick Wish like words yo I spin around see my ex I ain't hurt though She had to see my face Ice made my shirt blow Work hoe No thong on with her skirt low Skate with the eight but don't take that bird yo Cats gettin deals and I ain't aggie I got Regis round the world and they ain't Kathie I got money and I ain't happy Chick bout to have a baby And I ain't the daddy I used to get my dough dirty Now I dough and slaughter with it If you know a penny paid Then get it the harder way I don't know why rappers don't give me gifts On Father's Day My son get out of line He get it like Marvin Gaye Chorus (Kelly Price) (So how can I) How can I love somebody else when When I can't (baby) love myself enough, you know When it's time (When it's time) Time to let go Time to let go, time to let go (Cease) Yo, yo Girlfriend, why you lookin mad stressed When the last time you and your man had sex Gimme that number and that address It come with something with easy access, I said Are you shyless or are you guyless Or are you straight up posing topless She said (Meda Montana) Try this, my name's Iris I'm from Cypress, half black and half Irish, uh I got a man, but he beats me Don't know how to treat me If you wanna get freaky, beep me You like that? (Cease) Yeah, I like that When I beeped her, she called me right back I layed my game down quite flat She said she wearing white pants at the station Threw on my white hat with no hesitation White Benz, white nad White on white racing Thinking to myself She might be on the flight with Mason Chorus Easily, security to Cease A Lee Don't pat him down player, he's with me I know, every girl in this club Wanna leave with me But right now Only three with me, uh I went from eating on paper plates To jeeps with paper plates So a chick can, come before my paperchase Wanna hit the cell Roc make em wait If I ain't make a mill I can't take a break I like to vacate down in Bermuda Sip my coleurs while I'm headed down to Hooters Everytime we scoop her The chickens wanna tutor Girls wanna fight and Throwing ice from the cooler This chick is a loser Smoke on niggas buddah Dick ride on every niggas scooter Same shit she said about me She said about Gutta But if it wasn't for this rap shit I never would have knew her Chorus to fade |
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(Puffy)
As we proceed To give you what you need B.I.G., mutha f**ka's Lil' Cease, mutha f**ka's (Bristal) Yo, handsome Hansun Got dough like the Hanson's Niggas come fast, went out like Helly Hanson Mr. Bristal, you will never catch me dancin' Often prancing, only in a mansion In the party, I'm high and drunk, I see you glancin' Never blow my cool, even if it's jammin' If shit hit the fan then I got the cannon Cock, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin' You can call the cops, I never get ran in Call Blake C., ya'll get the understanding Who my man is, who the fam' is All that bullshit you talk? Can it, we own the planet It's a definite, niggas over money, reppin' it Armageddon it, destroy e'rything when we settin' it You delicate, far away in the country where you better get Assets in, nigga Ya'll need to get wit' some veterans 1 - (Big Harve) You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around with me No more, I'll kill you You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around with me No more, I'll kill you (Lil' Cease) Yo, yo, yo Niggas wanna start shit, push the button See the dough flip from the carpet Me and Bris' about to lock down the market Gats be sparkin', they lie too Not Crips and Bloods, it's Piru B-Roc I'ma die for you Till this day, I'mma ride for you And God forbid, gotta die too When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you To guide you, on who to hit and not to If a nigga guilty, got to die too That's the real-la, you're talkin' to the roach killer For more scrilla About to upset New York like Reggie Miller Once they say you turn thug, you turn killer Man, it's hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody kill ya That's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiar Cause if you get too close, my nigga's might f**kin' killa ya Nigga Repeat 1 while: (Lil' Kim) Another one The Queen Bee, extraordinaire Lil' Cease, commin' at'cha For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh F**k all you hoes, I blows like flutes Bitches don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness Pocohontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars Bitch think I'm rich, I could rock a fool blue suit A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots And still be the shit of the night When I come through You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket I promoted this shit, so I got's to make a profit And all the ends are sins to my men's, down his prophet Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners Layin' niggas down like carpenters So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it We ain't amateurs to this shit, we used to it And all the bodies I killed, keep 'em on file So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it And don't forget it, bitches (Puffy) Stop tryin' to sound like her too, bitches Repeat 1 while: (Lil' Kim) Ya'll muthaf**ka's do not wanna play with us Ya'll don't wanna play with us We will f**kin' kill you Set the f**ka's right I'll f**kin' kill you I don't give a f**k who it is You don't wanna play around |
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(Verse 1)
I'ma tell you how I want it, ahead of time Lettin you know, Cease ain't givin no dough All you get is the sneak preview, the freak show Some La, last some mo, head to go I don't need dough to own that ho, you get it? Anotha nigga never will I owe, you get it? In the video, the five we flossin in it How I know every one that you had was tinted Admit it, six O-O see me in it Sunroof open, I'm smokin, haters rock wit it Bithces cluckin, hopin they could go for a ride Get a lady by my side, when we puff La If a nigga try me, shit, rather die She said her favorite song was, Ebony and I The dick make em happy, I'm they baby daddy Flossin in the 6 yeah, me and Puff Daddy (Chorus) Just a little....(a little bit of sex is all it takes) A little bit of head I'm on my way Six naw shit col. I don't play So lets have an orgy Let me bust a nut all on your face Give me 2 minutes and I'll be straight If you freaky, can my man get laid? So lets have an orgy, girl (Verse2) Ey yo, when my nut drop it's gon be sweet as candy I'm so for real, thats why them bitches can't stand me Cease a Lee, nuttin sweet, real nasty, and classy My Iceberg pants, they stay saggy Black Navy, I f**k hoez 'cause they nag me That was back when I didn't have a pot to piss in Now my nigga Blake gettin head in the Kitchen I'll bust off and get to missin, listen If you ain't a freak, I don't need ya I want a real bitch, that suck a dime out a parkin meter Read the scripture When I stroke, It's like I'm in a picture, Kodak I love a bitch wit a pussy clean like, Flo-jack I'm stuck in 86, still call my dick, my Balzak Too young, stick it in these hoez know that You wanna stay or roll? Here's a .9 here hold that Bust up on yo face, lips, tits and all that... (Chorus) I said Just a little....(a little bit of sex is all it takes) A little bit of head I'm on my way Six naw shit col. I don't play So lets have an orgy Let me bust a nut all on your face (all on yo face) Give me 2 minutes and I'll be straight If you freaky, can my man get laid? So lets have an orgy, girl (Verse 3) Yo, when the smoke is gone who they focus on? When you hear the Mafia, a nigga know it's on Call me Cease A Leo or Cease a LeLO Long as me and Rock f**k bitches by the trio Put that on my nigga B.I.G, Never will I be no Cat ridin around in a nast ass Geo Not even a year in the game, getin the range And hoez give me head just for hearin my name I been on three tours, mansion, three floors Why should I have a bitch when I could see yours? Before you start some shit, be sure 'cause I still got Murda Mamiz down in B-More Catz play me sweet 'cause they see me grinnin And I got a easy livin, f**k easy women We aced out, take anotha G from the linen A nigga day dream about the V's he be spinnin Bitch (Chorus) x 4 Just a little....(a little bit of sex is all it takes) A little bit of head I'm on my way Six naw shit col. I don't play So lets have an orgy Let me bust a nut all on your face Give me 2 minutes and I'll be straight If you freaky, can my man get laid? So lets have an orgy, girl... |
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(Blake C)
What you sayin'? Roc-A-Fella (uh huh) Gener-al (uh huh) B.I.G. (right on) QB (that show-nuff right on) F**k niggas wanna do, man (nothing) See, Cease A Leo (huh) I'm for the kids (right) Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherf**kers, y'know It's how we do it (yeah) Feel me baby? Yo, yo, stay away from 38, tech-nines and shotty I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe I take it all, still be the last to escape Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code Watch the stroll, little Ace A soldier that was born to roll I love God and you know I got soul To sell around the globe and more Bank than Tower Dime just rewind-a, it was hard to find her Found out my niggas got right behind her (Overlappin last line) (Mr. Bristal) Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth But I done did that, recognize the clique Back round six-four times, fellas and shit Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit 'Til I said to myself "My life is betta than this" I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid We live this real street life And that's word to B.I.G. (uh) I'm the type to analyze ya (what) Move swift like Kaiser (uh) My appearance suprise ya (yeah) About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh) Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo) (Chorus) I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang For my niggaz, Brooklyn (Lil' Cease) Yo, yo, yo, yo This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for Get back everything that my nigga die for Since his death, many steps and many left Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these f**kers know BK style, my niggas Love the Dough About six hard years, eleven months ago We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go Here's the answer, you f**king with Leo Ganza Nigga's coke so raw, you gon need a sampler Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me Or go see the board then and frown like me Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me Motherf**kers' All Eyez On Me Whatever happened to Brook-lawn? Better yet, Crook-lawn? Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on Picture me making a shook song No, I know the wars we took on Niggas better get gone (Jay Z) Yeah, flow sicker on every record Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't f**k with duke Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gon play With the CEO of the coke on Broadway, huh? Never heard so many choices from one man I make bitches, f**k it, I make the gun jam Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o' Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh Make it real easy to lift your chain off BK style (what), see Jay how (uh) We don't play fair, we play foul Go head, stand there, we spray crowds Live from the 7-1-8 If there ever was one great I'm him, nigga, times three (Chorus to end) |
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I love a pretty gal, that's sexy Yeah Uhh I like dat Uhh What? Cease a Leo A.K.A Leo Ganza Uhh The flow mistro Uhh We go do it like this Yo, Yo, I'm the nigga you wish for I'm the nigga dat ya meet in the rim store from the first to tha tenth floor baby I got it From the minks in tha closet to the cars in the wallets I know the trick, you can charge it An i got keys to V's, you can start it But if ya can't end it don't jump up in it but if I hit it, I'll let you slide cause my windows tinted Like my seats, we fleet yous and me between the sheets some - times for weeks where I live I preach and ya know talk is cheap when ya walk wit heat I keep my cubans wit my Jesus peace Niggas mad cause I get more ass than wases nigga face it, cause dat bitch wanna taste it niggas hate it you don't like us you just gotta face it when my guns bust niggas know they can't take it (C'mon) Chorus: We gon scream (We gon scream) We gon shout (We gon shout) So all my peeps locked down we gon work it out Let's jam (Let's jam) Let's bounce (Let's bounce) So all my peeps in New York we gon turn it out Brooklyn (Brooklyn) We in da house (We in da house) To all my peeps in the streets we gon work it out Beststyle (Beststyle) We in da house (We in the house) To all my peeps on the corner we gon work it out Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Leo Ganza what stay suited up for da loot B.K. niggas shoot it up they boot it up no luck, miracle, spiritual, pitiful, we ain't identical Ya'll know who started the shit We neva jerseys ya'll niggas ain't worthy, like James Ludd-Law-Mccoy been around like chip's a hoy Hoya all I got is hot ones for ya no talk for ya My team mean standing the beam wrapped up like golly green keep it clean, rip yo splien with - out makin' a scene easily I defeat any challenge(What) Balanced my foes and my cats, enemies and friends Don't know who to trust no more dats why I keep my 4-4 gun lord Chorus: We gon scream (We gon scream) We gon shout (We gon shout) To all my peeps in V.A. we gon work it out ATL (ATL) We in da house (We in da house) To my peeps in the street let's turn it out Yo, Yo My honey hot as hell stays dripped in channel My girl was on the chalk Chick on the cell ??? keep my dick in da well can't ya tell How da boat sail sun-shine on my jew - els its da very details somebody nex ta ya'll platinum in a week thank god for sales me, I'm just here to live it and tell hope it, cause all my niggas livin in jail we da poor feenin' for bail grieven the cell wappin' off to the porno books and the C.O. girls we come home all around the world you see that thug shit played out like Jerry Curls for me it's a better world (Uhh) There's more better girls Whatcha know about roley wit a benz that twirls and a lotta cats hate me in this world Fuck it, can't get any in this world Chorus(5x) |
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D, D-Roc, hello, fuck the beat Digga, I'm about to fuck the beat Uh, uh, fuck the beat Huh, I'ma fuck the beat CT, I'ma fuck the beat Fuck the beat I stay on the low, schemin' (huh) Uh, betta be no pussy eatin' (ah) Uh, chase my hoes like the Cease in Get head e'eryday, ain't no on the weekend (that's right) Breezin' on the Major Deacon (uh huh) With a Spanish mami freakin' It's a wrap, before I hit the crip I nutted U-turn, took her right back (what, what, uh) It's like that, she don't know how to act I'm a pimp without the Cadilac (yeah) A mack without the straw hat Fuck the cane (fuck the cane) I get more play than DJs (uh) Ask Ill, all my hoes connect like three-way I'm like Jordan, bring me back on the replay (uh huh) My dick like to relay and pass it on (what) More ass we on, rims that easy Then we pass some more to the next (c'mon) Chicken that I peeped up in the Spandex (uh huh) Lookin' like she ready for head and rough sex (she ready) Spread love, baby, hit my man next (next) If not, then this your last night like ?Azject? 1- |
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(Lil' Cease)
I keep the 6 double 0 cranking We be banking, Ben Franklin, Little Cease in the Lincoln Jewels in the Pinkie, got you blinking Shine too bright, rhyme too tight 'cause I'm hot like, the sun on the spotlight Brand new Gucci sweats, bustin yacht like L You know robbin, steady mobbin, stay slobbin Drinking liquor out the carton You never seen no changes, wit lavish habits Creep furniture, wit a lawn front and parish Baton baggage full of carats, headed out to Dallas Geez on the marriage, Balla time, playa all the time Champagne, sweetheart, call ya round nIne Set it up, get you crab niggaz wetted up We started out, J.M. now we cheddared up Uh (Chorus) {Total} Baby, My darling baby I wanna know what set you off Find me some way, yeah, I'll be amazed yeah I wonder if I take you home What you gonna do to me? (Lil' Cease) Just sittin, weed in the hash, T.V.'s in my dash Waitin for this freak bitch, I need me some ass She came thru, navy blue Subaru Look beautiful, oooh,girlfriend, don't know what to do to you Too good to be true, said I was a cutie too Could it be the dough print in my jeans Should a sauce that, you know Cease neva boss that Only play hoez, neva I been caught yet You trick on em, while Cease lay the dick on em I piss on em, you turn around and kiss on em I shit on em, you turn around and hit on em I be the one to catch the O.J. case But I'm too smooth for that, chicks know my face If you know Cease, know it's only dough I chase Wit the mafia, neva let the pussy go to waste(huh) Neva let the pussy go to waste, what, come on (Chorus) {Total} Baby, My darling baby I wanna know what set you off Find me some way, yeah, I'll be amazed yeah I wonder if I take you home What you gonna do to me? (Lil' Cease) Now one for the money, two for mo money Three to the niggaz that give Mo to honeyz Cease keep a beeper full of dime pieces Only wifey know where I stash G's in Give ho's the key to the Bentley Go cautiously in the 8:50 I got a lot of dough so I'm a bragger Drink gold Swager and Kim help me out when we stag her We wise guyz that roll wit ? Neva hit a honey if the chick is jobless I floss in the Range so I'm never carless, Garage full of cars and I f**k wit goddess I lay in the bed cause the feds wanna get rid of me Hop to Hawaii, escape to Sicily You ain't on the level we on, pushin the Neon Froze like freon, chick you need to be gone (Chorus) {Total}x 2 Baby, My darling baby I wanna know what set you off Find me some way, yeah, I'll be amazed yeah I wonder if I take you home What you gonna do to me? |
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Uh, yeah Uh, One-two One-two One-two, ya'll Uh, Uh, yeah, Uh Yo, yo, yo, yo Verse One: Lil' Cease It's Lil Cease nigga About to blow charm like pop In the Benz drop I'm hot, you're not Pedal to the floor Four-fifth ????? I'm the nigga you're bitch love to clock Be the artist standing raw, gettin head in the lot Outside of Justin's, in the parking lot Keep the feds on the low, in the darkest spot Like Jigga, my lifestyle is just hard to knock A nigga with more juice than 2Pac My crew moves spots Three for my niggas in the yard in the box ?????????, all a nigga got I'm a ball till I fall Land on acres Get this paper Smile like Don Juan at Gators If ya feel me on this, Then my words will save ya If ya wanna talk to me, nigga talk paper Shit, f**k em I want potatoes, now f**k later???? Chorus: Puff Daddy We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty And we don't stop, we won't stop And we don't stop, you know who run the city And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me And we won't stop, we don't stop Verse Two: Lil' Cease Uh, Yo, yo, yo All a nigga need is One shot, one brick Four niggas and four clips Mo thugs and four-fifths We car-jacked a few whips Apartment on the hot strip Feds come, we lose it Pissy off of party and bullshit Till we max out If it's beef then act out, nigga So f**k all ya'll cats wit ya ass out Yappin bout ya crackhouse Creepin on the low C-Gutter tear his back out I ain't scared a ya'll Trust me, ya'll ain't ready Ya need to bring ya bitch Cause she more heavy than metal My guns rock steady, The more the merry Niggas hall ass, break fast like Mob Berry????? Before I land three like Dell Curry (that's real) I'm tryin to blow like Kurtis All that shit you doing, is makin me nervous Nervous, join the service That paranoid shit could hurt us Kill us Down at B.I.E. for B.I. Nigga, it's reality You wanna battle nigga, bring ya large salary And ya whole team to tackle me, nigga Who be the last to f**k after me Money L, D-Rock Niggas ain't f**kin wit me Chorus: Puff Daddy We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty And we don't stop, we won't stop And we don't stop, you know who run the city And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me And we won't stop, we don't stop Verse Three: Lil' Cease Yo, yo, yo I'm a switch hits on niggas Drop hits on niggas Switch V's on niggas Platinum to the quadrup on niggas Two to the point to the five on niggas Run hard with the wildest niggas In a cut, can't find us niggas Livest niggas Ice be shinin niggas Blindin niggas In the four point six, reclining niggas Bitches like "damn, I got to find this nigga" If I give her seven digits, got to dial this nigga And you know I'm on top, you got to watch me nigga And my dogs shoot the ball till you foul me nigga And when the beefs on, you gon drown, my nigga I'm a rise for real, and wish death to the fake ones This is for my niggas that was down since day one That bid long, Hang in and hang on Hold ya head and stay strong, my niggas Chorus: Puff Daddy We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty And we don't stop, we won't stop And we don't stop, you know who run the city And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me And we won't stop, we don't stop We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty And we don't stop, we won't stop And we don't stop, you know who run the city And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me And we won't stop, we don't stop |
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(Lil' Cease)
What up B.I.G. what's the deal? I hope you aight I'm just, doin' my thing living day to day life Yo you taught me the game, now we play alike You taught me how to aim, when we bust gunz we spray alike A lot of shit going on, Mafia holding on My heart is from the start so I keep your name strong Sittin here sippin' Hen, don't know where to begin My album done now we're finishing Kim's I'm tryin to get it right Get my life back, on the right track Walkin in street dressed in black, matchin my gat I see my death coming, it's no turning back Long as I see you again, that'll be that Yo momz told me æ??low down Cease, chill and relax?æ??et On your knees and Pray to you, you'll soon talk back?There, speakin of yo momz, thru her frustrations And dedication, we helped her formed up the Foundation Thank B.I.G. (112) {Chorus} Day dreaming, wishing you were here with me (Wishing you were here with me) Said it, I'm day dreaming (ohhh) Just to have you here with me We're missing you, (B.I.G) B.I.G (Lil' Cease) Yo I remeber far back as the game goes >From the first bank rollz to the Cool Jeanz and Kango's Breezing on the yacht, Dp's on the rock Think of all the fly V's we used to swap We took it up a notch And everything that was hot, for $5,000 we copped Little Cease, I'd a cop, rock, all types of a satch 50 G's on the watch, me and you up in the Spot MtV was in shock, and I don't see why not Man, we used to rock all the BET spots Turned clubs into stadiums And I remeber when you and Rock got knocked in the Paladium And when we rock we do it all for you And uh, don't gotta worry bout the names they was calling you And I'ma tell you what we gonna do Make hits and couldn't quit if we wanted to (yes I, won't stop) Even though you're outta sight, you're never outta mind I try to tell myself, when it's yo time, it's yo time Ever since that weekend, everybody been beefin' and greifing Losin they appetites, nobody eatin (miss you, yeah) And it's due to all the weavin, I walked yo kidz to your coffin And tell em æ?¹addy's sleeping?(daddy's sleeping) But Killa he don't understand He don't know that ignorance killed a wonderful man You're not just another Rapper, wit money in yo hand I think, what's the money, when I ain't got my man That's why day's I walk the surface, feeling earthless (Oh Biggie) Thinking was this rap shit really worth it (is it really worth it?) And I know you didn't deserve it, It went so smooth You thought they rehearsed it, Worst shit I ever Seen at a young age, it's f**ked up when I see my man on front page I reminisce on the old days, Love, Forever and Always B.I.G. Nigga... (112) {Chorus}X 2 Day dreaming, Said I'm wishing you were here (Wishing you were here with me) Said we're missing you Said it, I'm day dreaming (Wishing you..) Just to have you here with me B.I.G. We're missing you, (B.I.G) B.I.G Day dreaming, wishing you were here (You were more than a friend) (Wishing you were here with me) (you were like a brother to 112) Said we're missing you Said it, I'm day dreaming (We need you here for today...) Just to have you here with me B.I.G. We're missing you, (B.I.G) B.I.G Day dreaming, wishing you were here with me (Wishing you were here with me) Said it, I'm day dreaming (ohhh) Just to have you here with me We're missing you, (B.I.G) B.I.G Day dreaming, wishing you were here with me (Wishing you were here with me) (such a wonder full man) Said it, I'm day dreaming (ohhh) ( B.I.G.) Just to have you here with me( and I cant stop thinking about you) We're missing you, (B.I.G) B.I.G. We Love you Always.. ooohh... oh yeah... 112, Little Cease |
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