Cease-a-Lee’ Doggytyle.. YEAH! B. I. G. Uhh.. to all the ladies in the house! Where they at? Uhh, uhh, check it out
Songs of the NOTORIOUS B-I-G
(Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta
~~~~~ No…fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes, all my niggas know…Junior Mafia click, Gucci Don, you know how we play. Fuckin’ skanless-ass bitches. You know how it
*music fades in from “;Suicidal Thoughts”;* … me and her sister had somethin goin on (Aiyyo, would you listen to me motherfucker?) I reach my peak, I can’t speak
“;Meth-Tical..”; “;Biggie.. Biggie..”; (mmmhmmmmmm) Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c’mon Big) uhh.. Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches the prestigious, cats that speak this,
~~~~~~~ Nineteen-seventy somethin’, nigga I don’t sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape out the skins, in this world of fly girls
Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no way out, it seems I can’t get free Sombody tell me what’s happenin to
Uhh Check it out, check it out This here goes out to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches in other niggaz cribs thinkin shit is sweet Nigga
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with
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
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
Fuck you too! Fuck you bitch Fuck you motherfucker You ain’t shit anyway, fuck you You ain’t
Venue after venue, I’ve been through Coming to the telly, so I can bend you Send you to the store, ccondoms and more Jealous females, call you sluts and
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh…yeah. Verse One: My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
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
Uh (uh) Come on (uh) It goes B to the I to the G so proper Missy and Big Poppa (Check it out) Call
*phone rings three times* Yo! Yo Big wake up wake up baby Mmm, yo… Yo Big wake yo’ ass up c’mon I’m
*phone rings* Yo *heavy breathing* Sup hello? *heavy breathing* Faith? Motherfucker *click* *phone rings* Yo Kill you
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye see who’s this pagin me and why.. It’s my nigga
Uncle Paulie, Big Ditti Caesar Leo DeGenero (yeahhh) Charlie Baltimore, Iceberg Slim The most shadiest, Frank Baby We here (do you know what beef is?) We ain’t goin nowhere
Yo.. Yo.. check this out YEAH! MotherFUCKERS, C’MON! MotherFUCKERS, c’mon B. I. G. motherFUCKERS B. I. G., motherFUCKERS Two thou’, B. I. G. motherFUCKERS ??, two thou’, motherFUCKERS ??,
So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps But I can’t feel that hardcore appeal that you’re screamin, baby
Today’s agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these kids
Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the
(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
Queen Bee, and Notorious B. I. G. nigga The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it The best that ever lived it Cocksuckers, What’s his name,
Verse One: Hah, sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don’t think shit stink pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead
* the original version on promo 12″; does not feature Eminem Bad Boy baby Yeah.. yeah.. Junior M. A. F. I. A., yeah.. Yeah.. B. I.
R. I. P Big We some niggaz that’s gonna make you proud of this game Smell me? (Jones, Capo) Cash Money (Santana) Dipset (Lil Weezy) Let’s
Uhh, it’s the ten crack commandments What, uhh, uhh Nigga can’t tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can’t tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my