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B.I.G.]
Niggaz... bitches...
Uhh

B.I.G.

(Niggaz) Grab your if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday" --> Rick

Verse Lil' Ceasar

it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a bit?
What are you a
Listen to the I spit like M1's
Got mad up in the cabin
Cause Cease ain't the one for the and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda
or the M.P., what if you see, I miss ya
I blow up spots like sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Land
Playin Big Willie with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, all between the lines
A act up, makes the bastard hard to find

repeat 2X

Verse Two: B.I.G.

(How ya Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad
Beatin down Billy Badasses, in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I it
Shit get drastic, I'm ya bastards
Big never softenin
you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets rabbit ears
Covered the wife, for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day
I don't know else to say
been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
my flow, to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son shotgun
My mind's my nine, my my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble
Runnin up in bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the it was supposed to be?

Chorus: 2X

Verse Lil' Kim

I used to pack Macs in
Now I pimp in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes the lyrical
Bitches squeeze tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and
I kick the rilli with my all day
325's roll by the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
It's all about the Smalls and my nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one time
Niggaz, grab dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches in the back of the club, straight up