Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yoYo would you kill for me?Hmmm... yeahWhat took you so long to answer motherfucker?I don't knowThe fuck wrong with you bitch?When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trickYou look so good huh, I suck on your daddy's dick (yeah)I never felt that way in my lifeIt didn't take long before I made you my wife (uh, yeah)Got no rings and shit, just my main squeezeCome into the crib, even had a set a keysDuring the days you helped me bag up my nickelsIn the process, I admit, I tricked a little (yeah)But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch (uhh)Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin richAnd I admit, when the time is right, the wine is rightI treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you rightJust me and my bitchBut you know you love that ass, don't you?Yeah, no questionNo questionYo, let me ask you another questionWhat?You ever fuck around on me?Why would I do that?Yo don't lie to me motherfuckerMoonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steeloI wanna bitch that like to play celo, and crapsPackin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bagsA real bitch is all I want, all I ever had (yeah, c'mon)With a glock just as strong as meTotin guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with meAny plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil itOne day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet (that's nasty)Throwin my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blowsI see my Polos and TimbosHide my car keys so I can't leaveA real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeveAnd if I deceive, she won't take it lightlyShe'll invite me, politely, to fight GAnd then we lie together, cry togetherI swear to God I hope we fuckin die togetherJust me and my bitchLet me tell you nigga, if I ever, ever catch your ass fuckin aroundI'ma cut your mother-fuckin dick offHah, heheh stop playin, hahI ain't playin, ain't no jokes, ain't no jokesAin't no jokesYo, don't don't play with my dickShe helped me plan out my robberies on my enemiesDidn't hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out of danger (yeah)One day, she put nine one one on the pageHad to call back, whether it's minor or major (yeah)No response, the phone just rungGrab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problemWhen I pulled up, police was on the sceneHad to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was cleanDrove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushesStepped to police with the shoves and the pushesIt didn't take long before the tears startI saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heartAnd I know it was meant for meI guess the niggaz felt they had to kill the closest one to me (uh, yeah)And when I find em your life is to and endThey killed my best friend... me and my bitchJust me and my bitchUh, yeah, yeahUh...Uh, motherfucker yeah
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
Please consider supporting this site by
Clicking Here and Bookmarking whenever you search and shop Amazon.
It costs you nothing but it supports us and gives us credit and we appreciate it greatly.