The Notorious B.I.G.

Venue after venue, I've been through Send you to the store, condoms and more Jealous females, call you sluts and whores Could it be my hardcore metaphor Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor Open up the Lex door Jump on in, I'm kind of tired I'm a rol

[Puff Daddy] Push C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there One more time, c'mon *baby cries* C'mon push baby, one more time *baby cries* Harder harder, push harder Push, push, c'mon One more time, here it goes! I see the head

[Diddy] Its Bad Boy b***h Scram Jones... The Clipse... B. I. G. Let's go [Biggie] Ni***z in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's Hope you c

[Jamaican host] Ladies and Gentlemen We're gonna ask you for some fanfare...the band fanfare because...ladies and gentlemen...sting has always gone ahead of itself. They have done it again and again and again. I remember the year they brought in the

{*sound of a pager going off*} Notorious B.I.G.Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin, crack of dawn an' {*dialing phone*} now I'm yawnin - wipe the coals out my eye {*ring*} See who's this pagin me - and why It's my nigga Pop from the

[Verse One: Notorious, Meth] I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin the villian Prepare for this rap killin Biggie Smalls is the illest Your

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've been in this game for years, it mad

Beeotch! Talk about these hoes Big.. I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up Ain't that a slut (HELL YEA) she even take it in the butt Fuck for bout a hour, now she want a golden shower You didn't know

Right Right I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front do' I'm livin' everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front do' I'

As I sit back relax puff a blunt/sip a Becks think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex I'd probably go to jail for fuckin Patti Labelle oooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell Jasmine Guy was fly Mariah Carey's kinda scary wait a miniute wh

feat. Diddy, Joe Hooker & Mobb Deep [Intro: Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G.] [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you loose teeth like Lil' Cease Nigga please, blood floods your Dungarees And that's j

[Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, check it Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'fuc

(B.I.G.) 1970 Somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late, So I had to plan my escape, out the skins, In this world the fly girls, tangeray and hennesey, Untill I call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck, I wish moms would hurry up,

(Biggie) We here (uh-huh) We ain't goin nowhere (uh-uhh) (Diddy) Yall motherfuckers don't know what beef is (Biggie) Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.) I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be

The biggie duets! (uh) Jazzy Fizzle,fizzle fizzle, Jagged Edge, Big Smalls... Ladies & Gentlemen! Uhh, I go, on and on and on and then take her to the crib and let your bone in Easy, call em on the phone and platinum Chanel cologne and I stay, dresse

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(Chrous: Bob Marley - sample from "Johnny Was") Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died (Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.) W

[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggaz My Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six) Dangerous MC's.. Uhh (check it out) uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green Oooh-wee, you

Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves Gazelle shades, and corn braids Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews With the neighborhood crews, hang

(Puff Daddy) Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yo Yo would you kill for me? (Girl) Hmmm... yeah (Puff Daddy) What took you so long to answer motherf*cker? (Girl) I don't know (Puff Daddy) The f*ck wrong with you b*tch? Verse One: Notorious B.I.G