' hands high Yo, yo yo I don't brownnose out of town hoes I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point O I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
stop And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped Praise the Lord shit, our Father If I should die before I wake
? Fuck no, you must be crazy Squirt in your face and then I'm Swayze Recognize G, straight up, I can't knock ya After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I
I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha, can I get witcha Can I get witcha 'Cause you got a big B U T T, see, see Can I get witcha, can I get
flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw Yes, I
huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
, you know just laid back Just chillin', you know I'm saying? Living all my niggas is living where I think I'll be? Ten years I don't think I will see
right, check it, it's the B I, double G I E Y'all niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma Who you love Biggie for the Y2G, the two ten We got it sewn
I heard in the house even though I called it noise and banging I know now that it is a accepted musical art form I was a single parent I raised my
B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G., motherFUCKERS Two thou', B.I.G. motherFUCKERS ??, two thou', motherFUCKERS ??, B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G. at war, motherFUCKERS B
No, no, no, Notorious, no, no, no, Notorious No, no, no, Notorious, no, no, no, Notorious The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the
livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G E D wasn't B I G I had to get P A D
right to Kim Anyway, I fuck better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you If I fuck another nigga don't mean nothing B.I.G. is
nigga but I ain't your fuckin' comforter And if I ever fall in love I bet I'm fuckin' her Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her If she tried to front,
Bad Boy baby, yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah Yeah, B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 born again, c'mon The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead
than Idaho potato N***** know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place *** with B.I.G. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses Bumps and bruises, b
the bitches wanna see a nigga I guess they figure I'm paid, I wanna get laid Or since I got loot I wanna knock boots I'd rather beat my dick than trick
miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the runs drippin' When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away Everybody hit the
