feat. Bobby V, Cheri Dennis, Faith Evans, Ludacris & Snoop Dogg[Notorious B.I.G] + (Faith Evans)To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcholic manInject a tall can to his blood stream if he canBiggie Smalls, the pussy strokerEmcee prover, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)I like to mack in Maximas and AcurasYour girl butt cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?)The raw rapper, spot smackerWit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite mackerA shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforterAnd If I ever fall in love, I better fuck it upAsk the hooker, If I didn't jug herShe try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her(Why you wanna...play games on me?)Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm SwayzeNo time for the ill shitMess with the niggas on that real blood spill shitMy rappin' tactics, are drasticStretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. FantasticSo if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better beFilled with energy, niggas never gettin' me[Hook 2X: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis] + (Ludacris ab-libbing)Big cities and bright lightsShort days and long nightsNo stress and no strifeI'm high off living the life[Ludacris]It's clear to see that I'm the motherfuckin' man, I done learned from theBest of em; Took the first slot, niggas still second guessin' emHoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em'Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em'Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpitSo tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshitBut I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holderI'm rich, bitch! I've done more shows than HovaAnd I'm a soldier, ready for whateverRoll with a bunch of niggas that don't know no betterKing like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddarJust hired two dykes to be my ho gettersWhen it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one fuckin' wit meThey runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit meThat's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard lineMenage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times[Hook] + (Ludacris ab-libbing)[Snoop Dogg]To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the blockGot the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the blockHennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousyNigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me?They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?)Used to be a G, but now he just a hoRunnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' namesYou fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shameI ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' outYa'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different routeNow, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all aboutTwenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom houseNow they call me Snoopy TrumpI keep my heater close, cause I love to bustNow hat's a stain on a nigga, I bang on a niggaKick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; I'm livin' the life![Hook] + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing)[Hook] - w/o ab-libs
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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