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Niggaz bitches |
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Uhh |
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Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop |
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Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa |
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Gotcha, open off the words I say because |
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"This type of shit it happens everyday" |
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Check it out, uhh |
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Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? |
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What are you a idiot? |
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Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's |
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Got mad guns up in the cabin |
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Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit |
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I make it happen, you got your ass caught |
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All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport |
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Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya |
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I blow up spots like little sisters |
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G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles |
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Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful |
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers |
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Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at |
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The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover |
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Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean? |
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Stack the green, read all between the lines |
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A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find |
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Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop |
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Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa |
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Gotcha, open off the words I say because |
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"This type of shit it happens everyday" |
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Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop |
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Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa |
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Gotcha, open off the words I say because |
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"This type of shit it happens everyday" |
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(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals |
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Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals |
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Smokin skunk and mad Phillies |
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Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses |
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If robbery's a class, bet I pass it |
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Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards |
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Big Poppa never softenin |
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Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin |
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Leave the ****er coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears |
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Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears |
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Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches |
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She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest |
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Just the way players play, all day everyday |
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I don't know what else to say |
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I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go' |
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Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know |
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My flow, detrimental to your health |
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Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun |
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My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10 |
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My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin |
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half |
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Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths |
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Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly |
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The Smalls bitch, who the **** it was supposed to be? |
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Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop |
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Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa |
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Gotcha, open off the words I say because |
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"This type of shit it happens everyday" |
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Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop |
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Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa |
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Gotcha, open off the words I say because |
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"This type of shit it happens everyday" |
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I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs |
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Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs |
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Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags |
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Maxin mini markets, gettin money with the Arabs |
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No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical |
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Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals |
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Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals |
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Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals |
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I kick the rilli with my peeps all day |
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325'S roll by with the windows down halfway |
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D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy |
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It's all about the Smalls and my ****in nigga Biggie |
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Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme |
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Cause they all in line screamin one more time |
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Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop |
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Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up |
