feat. Diddy, Joe Hooker & Mobb Deep[Intro: Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G.][Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]I make your mouthpiece obese like Della ReeseWhen I release, you loose teeth like Lil' CeaseNigga please, blood floods your DungareesAnd that's just the half of my warpathLaugh now, cry later; I rhyme greaterThan the average player hater, and spectatorsBuy my CD twice; they see me in the streetsThey be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my showI pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothesShort-change niggas, snort-'caine niggasExtortion came quicka', bought the Range, niggaYa still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple beTill Lil' Cease crippled meNow I play hard, like my girl's nipples beThe game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know the rulesMove from BK to New Jeruz; thinking 'boutAll the planes we flew, bitches we ran throughNow the year's new, I lay my game flatI want my spot back--take twoMotherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggas enviousToo many niggas on my dick, shit strenuousWhen my men bust, you just move with such staminaSlugs missed ya; I ain't mad at 'chaBlood rushin', concussions ain't nothin'Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking somethingSippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin'I laced it with the basic, six TV's a systemKnocking Mase shit; face it, we hard to hitGuard your shit, 'fore I stick you for your re-upWipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed upGo in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss[Hook: Joe Hooker]Y'all can't see thisThat this might be the nightThis might be the night that's right, that's rightThis might be the night (Kiss your ass goodbye)[Verse 2: Havoc]Niggas playing they hands wrong, that's why they won't last longFinessed what I was dealt with from the day I was bornWhile you bent up on that corner, niggas plotting and schemingUp in them little holes, be creeping with mad demonsNiggas know not to fuck with my doughNiggas know not to fuck with this little bro, I'm ten seconds hit'n'goBlack mask, black truck, chrome rims, chuk TimbsEnough to confuse any witnessStrongest of calibers, is what we only travel withYou gotta get hit, your man dead, so you got a hand in itExtort y'all, once friends, now we gotta cross y'allYou know the niggas with the biggest balls set the new lawsAnd flip fours, have 'em washing drawers while you up NorthGat to your jugular, getting your salad tossedOverhearing niggas situations, singing like we thoughtSitting on the stand with no remorse[Hook][Verse 3: Prodigy]Yo, yo how we do niggas, I don't beef I shoot niggasIf I can't get the main character, a few niggas thenI don't need no gin to boost meI got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta goI got fire in my heart, guns in my carCash in my Carharts, it ain't hard to get emLike blaow when I hit em, the nigga shit his drawersWhen the 40-pound hit him, the fuck these niggas thought?Could it be the fame, maybe it's the 2 Benz orWould it be the same if I couldn't claim those?Fuckin with, hoes ??Cock sucker beat it while you bleed it on the dashboardNiggas get, what they hand call for, again bricksYou get deaded, I get erections, over revengeCan you get a quiet spot in the shade, for a breezeI lay a nigga down and steam roll away ??[Hook] X2[Outro: Puff Daddy]
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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