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[Notorious B.I.G.] |
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Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina |
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Bet Big get in between ya |
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Then pick the prognosis, doses |
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Blends and Bends like Twizzlers |
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Biggie's fitting to hurt |
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What's under that skirt? |
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(Slow down, son, you're killin us) |
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Who fillin 'em with octane? |
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Got 'em gassed up |
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'Bout to get blast up, sup |
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The last one, word to your mother |
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Brother, listen |
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I've seen it when he kissed 'em at the way |
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Made his body shake |
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The high tide it 8 50 I's smoke tank |
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Rap terror whore crow and terror, true |
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Fly by the rivers but this is conspicuous |
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Bad Boys slipped in ninety-five ridiculous |
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My rap's rhymes is like land mines |
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One step, ka-boom, black suits fill the room |
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To whom it may concern, Junior Mafia's the click |
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Act up, I'll have my honeys Total bust your... |
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[Total] |
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In the middle day now baby |
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I seem to think of only you, hey, oh yeah |
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Never thinking for a moment baby |
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That you've been thinking of me too, yeah, so |
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I can't wait for the day |
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That we can be together |
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I can't let you walk away |
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Can't you see you and me |
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Were meant to be, oh baby |
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And there's nothing left to say |
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Can't you see what you do to me |
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Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby |
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Can't you see what you do to me |
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Our love was meant to be you were made for me |
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Every time I see you |
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I get this feeling, oh yeah |
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Telling me you are the one |
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Oh what a feeling, hey |
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Take me away, so far away |
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Oh what you do to me, oh |
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I wanna be alone together |
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Somewhere just you and me |
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Oh, oh |
