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Yeah... |
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Yeah... |
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(You ready motherfucker?) |
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(We gon' kill your ass) |
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As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece |
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One in the chamber, the safety is off release |
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Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage |
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Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage |
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Teflon is the material for the imperial |
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mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper |
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I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch |
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Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive |
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the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit |
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Respect is collected, so check it |
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I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks |
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Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh |
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My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G |
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I'm ready to die and nobody can save me |
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Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl |
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My life is played out like a jheri curl, I'm ready to die |
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As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook |
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Doin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks |
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A big BAD motherfucker on the wrong road |
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I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold |
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I want it all from the Rolexes |
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to the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected |
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My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck? |
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Now I got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck |
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Shit is real, and hungry's how I feel |
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I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal |
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Kickin niggaz down the steps just for rep |
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Any repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet |
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The infrared's at your head real steady |
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You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready |
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I'm ready to die! |
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(Nah we ain't gon' kill your ass yet) |
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(We gonna make you suffer) |
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In a sec I throw the tec to your fuckin neck |
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Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck |
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Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin |
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You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin |
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When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat |
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You swung on like you slumber right you fell to the conrete |
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Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin |
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I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton |
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Biggie Smalls on a higher plane |
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Niggaz say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain |
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Make your shit splatter |
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Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter |
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after the hit, leave you on the street with your neck split |
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down your backbone to where your motherfuckin cheek drip |
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The shit I kick, rip it through the vest |
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Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die! |
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I'm ready |
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(Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker) |
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Niggaz definitely know what time it is |
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The Notorious one in full effect |
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for ninety-three! |
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Suicidal, I'm ready! |
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(Now I lay me down to sleep) |
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Yeah |
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(Pray the Lord my soul to keep) |
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(If I should die before I wake) |
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(I pray the Lord my soul to take) |
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(Cause I'm ready to die) |
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(All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to) |
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(Biggie Smalls the biggest man) |
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(Rockin on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee) |
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(Third Eye, and the rest of the Bad Boy fam) |
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(I don't wanna see no cryin at my funeral) |
