Notorious Album Lyrics by The Notorious B.I.G.


The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

Notorious Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Notorious Thugs

[Chorus: Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony]
Hey Biggie, Biggie! (Keep on ridin'!)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie!
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie!
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie!
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie!
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie!
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie!
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride!
Get high, get high, get high! [x4]

[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
Armed and dangerous! - Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust! - Label us, Notorious!
Thug-ass niggas dat love to bust,
It's strange to us!
Y'all niggas be scramblin' - gamblin'
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
We just sittin' here tryna win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin.
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins.
Nigga you should too - if you knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92! - Look at all the bullshit I been thru!
Sure caught beef with you-know-who
F*ck a few female stars or two!
Then a bluelight niggas knew like Mike-shiiit
Not to be f*ck with'.
Muthaf*cka betta duck quick
Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit!
F*ck the luck shit strictly aim
Go operation just to kick da game!
Spit yo' game! Talk yo shit!
Grab yo Gat! Call your clicks!
Squeeze your clip and hit the right one!
Pass dat weed I gotta light one!
All them niggas I gotta fight one
All them hoes I gotta like one!
Our situation is a tight one!
What u wanna do? - Fight or run?
Seems to me dat you'll take B,
Bone and Big nigga die slowly
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me,
Cash rule everything around me.
Shiiit! - Lyrically - niggas can't see me! - F*ck it!
Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it,
Blow the bitch before you caught yourself lovin' it
Nigga with a Benz f*ckin' it.
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
Big comes thru with' mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thug dudes,
Who's da killa? - Me or you? (me or you?)

[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
We forgive you... for you know not what you do! [echoes]

[Bizzy Bone:]
Seven A.M. woke in da mornin' with' Henn and caffiene and green and nicotine!
No dough so pop a couple of dough, Lil' Rippsta, nigga mista clean!
Nigga deep! - Deep in my tumble and now to get - sentimentally steamed
With' my - instrumelody! - And heated especially ball your team,
And a.45; indeed will beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams,
You willin' to die we'll see - how many faces when I cause the scene, we mean
Mug, Mo' Thugs tryna be perfect - disciples,
When it's survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this da real truth - bitch! Breakin' down for lies
My Messiah steady get ready for Armageddon shoot 6-5!
It's wild; bless da child! - The one dat became a man
Put in positions out and we perve! - All that I had to do was stare!
Test - me now! - Contend never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen! - And my hemp! - All in my trust a friend, friend.
Hey! - Open and let's see if ya' real! - We all suited dig
'Bout 4 in da mornin', maybe we ain't marchin' we shootin';
And then they recruitin' theirs they forgot! - Everyday in da ghetto,
We start em' off endin with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now kick it!

[Krayzie Bone:]
Nigga roll with' Bone up into da dayz of ours
To the dome with a shot or burn, never do toss on da curb
Me feelin' da urge to sperve,
When I'm broke as f*cks and givin dat Mossburg, swerve.
Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12'' Guage sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off,
Got a nigga caught doe! - For the Bone and Leatherface seemin' to thug in da cut
To let da mo' how many pullin ain't nothin' bitch if ya stick em' we buckin' em guns,
That's f*cked up! - Now lemme get down with da crime, gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get down for da crime, smokin' tha reefa to ease my mind; swig some wine!
Step on da block when da rocks what will l be servin' them dummies see
Gotta buck em' on down if he come back talkin' like gimme back my money.
Thuggin' with' me killaz, need us a leader or lick up when niggas ain't got shit
With a sawed off pump chrome.38 pistol now who ready to get Bent'.
Nigga like me feenin' for them green leaves, but I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money so, I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke.

[Chorus x2]

[Layzie Bone:]
Lil' Lay' hey comin' in a form of scripture. - Finna get ya and hit magic
Droppin' down lick but l call on my gadgets - with a automatic status we spray time
To load da Glocks
But l'm thinkin not!
There's another he forced tellin me do what l gotta do,
So I up my pipe a nigga die tonight - and I'm alwayz waitin for da boys in blue.
Biggie boots on my ass now go'n right the cellular phone and call Bone what's happenin'
Grab a ten of real niggas start packin', cause a muthaf*cka try to get me in a jackin'
And I did 'em! - Hit 'em right between the eyes da spot was wise
Wanna test a nigga's size
And it cost 'em nigga f*ck around with da wrong shit y'all
Get mo' murdered all day, all day.
We done paved da way and l'm on da run
I'm a call my boys and bring all da guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a lil' fun' with number one,
One, in a red, red rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum,
With' a red, red rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum!
With' a red, red rum!

[Chorus: 'til beat fades out]

 

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Hypnotize

[Intro:]
Uhhh!
Uhhh! (uh!)
Uh!
C'mon!

[Verse 1: (Puff Daddy)]
Hah! - Sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit,
Stink pink gators! - My Detroit players!
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn! (that's right!)
Dead right
If they head right, Biggie there "Air Nike"!
Poppa been smooth
Since days of Underroos!
Never lose! - Never choose to, bruise crews who
Do something to us! (come on!) - Talk go through us! (through us!)
Girls walk to us! - Wanna do us? - Screw us!
Who us? - Yeah, Poppa and Puff! (ehehehe!)
Close like "Starsky and Hutch",
Stick the clutch!
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3! (Take that! Take that!)
Bang every MC easily! - Busily! (Take that, hahaaa!)
Recently niggaz frontin' ain't sayin' nuttin' (nope!) so I just - speak my piece! (c'mon!)
Keep my piece! - Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God!) - with my peeps!
Packin'! - Askin': "Who want it? " You got it nigga flaunt it!
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it!

[Chorus: Male sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di" (Biggie)]
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie; can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me!
And I just love your flashy ways,
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid! (uh!)

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie; (uh-huh!) can't you see? (uh!)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me! (hipnotize!)
And I just love your flashy ways, (uh-huh!)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid! (hah!)

[Verse 2: (Puff Daddy)]
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh!)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace! (that's right!)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino, (c'mon!)
Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi! (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie? - Meanin who's really the shit? (shiiit!)
Them niggaz ride dicks! - Frank White push the sticks
On the Lexus; LX! - Four and a half!
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass!
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last (hehehe!)
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass!
At last (at last!) - a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-tois. - Sex in expensive cars!
I still leave you on the pavement!
Condo paid for! (uh!) - No car payment! (uh-uh!)
At my arraignment - note for the plantiff!
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement
Face it, not guilty! (ssshhh!) - That's how I stay filthy (not guilty!)
Richer than Richie,
Till you niggaz come and get me!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: (Puff Daddy)]
I can fill ya with' real millionaire shit (I can fill ya!)
Escargot! - My car go - one sixty!
Swiftly - wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run, run! (your crew run, run!)
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with'
Flows girls say he's sweet like licorice! (uh-huh!)
So get with this nigga, it's easy! (uh-huh!)
Girlfriend here's a pen! - Call me round ten! (ten!)
Come through! - Have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right!)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin', (uhh!)
For certain! - Poppa freakin'! - Not speakin'!
Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo! (uh!)
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly,
Hit 'em with the force like Obe! (Obe!) Dick black like Toby! (Toby!)
Watch me roam like Gobe! (Gobe!) - Lucky they don't owe me!
Where the safe? (say waht...) Show me... homie! (homie!)

[Chorus x2, 5]

 

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Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy) (Male sings)]
Yo, check it!
Call Lil' Cease...
Tell that muhf*cker to bring me some ("No-No-No- Notorious! ") muhf*ckin' weed for this hospital, man f*ck that!
Tell that reporter to go pick up 10, 000 from Dez and ("No-No-No- Notorious! ") go take about like twenty
G's from Gino. [beat starts]
Tell that muhf*cker get this nigga next door up out of here nigga be snorin' ("No-No-No- Notorious! ") all
Night I can't sleep! (Hehe!) ("No-No-No- Notorious! ")
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick!
(Bad Boy baby, c'mon!)

[The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy):]
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is lovin' me!
Sayin' the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast, and givin' me (uh!) a sponge bath. ("Notorious! ")
Niggaz say I died dead in the streets (come on!)
Nigga I'm gettin' high, gettin head on the beach. (that's right!)
Chillin'! - Sittin' on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women!
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin',
Uh! - Got no love for the other side, f*ck them tricks! (f*ck them!)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips! (that's right!) ("Notorious! ")
All the time - Big Poppa kick the war rhymes (yeah!)
Raw flows, and that's how it goes! (how it goes!) ("Notorious! ")

[Chorus: Puff Daddy ("Male sings")]
C'mon! - We are... - We are...
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")
He is... (yeah!) - He is...
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")

[Puff Daddy:]
This for my niggaz slingin' thangs! (yeah!) - Had my ring encaged! (uh-huh!)
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things.
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win. (sssssshhh!) ("Notorious! ")
And the enormous fields disperse of rap (that's right!)
On the road to the riches, more furs to drag (furs to drag!)
More niggaz to kill! - Than birds to bag! (yeah!)
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab,
Uh! (come on!) - Hops, out the truck like: "Trick, what up? "
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone (yeah!) when I nut. (come on!)
That's the end of us! - Get your friend to f*ck,
Un-twist and bend her up! - You know the deal! ("No- Notorious! ")
Niggaz talkin' real greasy on some ballin' shit (that's right!)
Funny how quick these pricks forget! (come on!)
Actin' like I ain't the reason they traded they shit (uh!)
Switched that 5! (yeah!) - Copped that 6! (that's right!)
It's all good! - You know who the clone is
F*ck the Joneses! - Niggaz tryna keep up with the Combses! (come on y'all!) ("No-No- Notorious! ")

[Chorus: Puff Daddy ("Male sings")]
C'mon! - We are... - We are... (what's his name?)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")
He is... (yeah!) - He is... (come on; what's his name?)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")

[Lil' Kim:]
Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? (come on!)
The Notorious K-I-to-the-M! (that's right!) ("Notorious! ")
That's me - on MTV! - No doubt!
Titty out like: "WHAO! " - I don't give a f*ck! (uh!)
Y'all know my attitude! - Can't stand my cologne
Then stay your ass home (uh!) you and your chaperone! (that's right!) ("Notorious! ")
Things done changed, but we continue to reign
As the King and the Queen of Hip-Hop! - Me and B.I.'! (whooo!)
Frank White still listen to all the (a)ttention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position. (that's right!) ("Notorious! ")
Sexy, young thing - from the ghetto (aoooo!)
That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos! (that's right!)
We takin' over like Francis (uh!)
Switchin' our styles like the hottest new dancers. (come on!)
See, I let y'all live to stack a LIL' paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor! (she did you a favor, come on now!)

[Chorus: Puff Daddy ("Male sings")]
("Notorious! ")
C'mon! - We are... - We are... (what's his name?)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")
He is... (Bad Boby, baby) - He is... (we are, come on!)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")

We are... - We are... (Queen Bee, baby!)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ") (we are come on!)
He is... (B.I.G. baby!) - He is... (he is, come on!)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")

C'mon! - We are... (yeah!) - We are... (Bad Boy 2000!)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")
He is... (B.I.G. +Born Again+!) - He is... (and he won't stop)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ") (cause he can't stop!)

C'mon! - We are... - We are... (Brooklyn baby!)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")
He is... - He is... (ayo!)
("No-No-No- Notorious! ")

 

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Juicy

[Intro: (Puff Daddy)]
F*ck all you hoes! Get a grip motherf*cker! [beat starts]
Yeah!
This album is dedicated... to all the teachers that told me, I'd never amount to nothin'! (yeah, yeah!)
To all the people...
That lived above thebuildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on me when I was
Just tryna make some money to feed my daughters! (soooooo good, yeah!)
And all the niggaz in the struggle!
YouknowwhatI'msayin'? (yeaaah!)
Ha! (come on nigga!)
It's all good baby baybee!
Uh!

[Verse 1: (Puff Daddy)]
It was all a dream! - I used to read "Word Up" magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine. (yeeah, yeeah!)
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic Marley Marl! (uh!)
I let my tape rock 'till my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock!
Way back - when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match!
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that Hip-Hop would take it this far!
Now I'm in the limelight
Cause I rhyme tight (yeeah!)
Time to get paid,
Blow up like the "World Trade"!
Born sinner!
The opposite of a winner remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner! (yeeeah!)
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky! (so good!)
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood. (that's right!) - It's all good! (it's all good!)

[Bridge:]
Uh! (yeah!) - And if you don't know (uh-huh!)
Now you know, nigga. Uh! (it's all good!)

[Chorus: Female sings (Puff Daddy)]
You know very well (yeah, uh-huh!) - who you are (uh, it's all good!)
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars! (it's all good!)
You had a go (it's all good, nigga!) - but not that manyyyy (yeah!)
'Cause you're the only one (yeah!) - I'll give you good and plenty. (iiiit's all good!)

[Verse 2: (Puff Daddy)]
I made the change from a common thief (uh!)
To up close and personal (yeah!) with Robin Leach. (c'mon!)
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love (yeah!) it's the Brooklyn way (spread love!)
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy! - Girls used to diss me! (yeah!)
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me! (that's right!)
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff (it's all good!)
I was too used to packin' Gats and stuff! (uhh!)
Now honies play me close like butter played toast (yeah, uh-huh!)
From the Mississippi down to the EastCoast!
Condos in Queens - indo for weeks (uh-huh!)
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak! (come on!)
Livin' life without fear (uh!)
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears!
Lunches! - Brunches - interviews by the pool (uh, yeah!)
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school!
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood,
And it's still all good! (that's wight!)

[Bridge:]
Uh! (and it's all good!) And if you don't know,
Now you know, nigga. Uh! (yeah!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: (Puff Daddy)]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this. (uhhh!)
50" inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur. (all goood!)
Phone bill about two G's flat (so good!)
No need to worry, my accountant handles that. (hahaa!)
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'! (that's right!)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back.
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in 'The Source'! (yeah, yeah!)
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat! - Wonder why Christmas missed us!
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay! (come on, nigga! come on!)
Uh! - Damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive. (that's right!) - And it's all... (it's aaaall good, nigga!)
(It's all good.)

[Bridge:]
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga. Uh!

[Chorus: Bridge in the background x2]

[Outro:]
Representin' B-Town in the house!
Junior M.A.F.I.A.!
Mad Flavor!
Uh!
Uh!
Yeah!
Aight!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
Biggie Smalls!
It's all good, nigga!
Junior M.A.F.I.A.!
It's all good, nigga!
Bad Boy!
It's all good, nigga!
It's aaaall good!
That's right!
'94!
And on and on!
It's all good!

 

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Party And Bullshit

[9 seconds instrumental]
("Here we go! Come on! ")
("Here we go! Come on! ")
("Here we go! Yo! Come on! ("Here we go! ")

[The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy):]
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing asses.
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen - a chubby nigga on the scene! (bad!)
I used to have the tre'-duece
And the duece-duece in my bubblegoose,
Now I got the Mack
In my knapsack (that's right!) loungin' black,
Smoking sacks up in acts and sidekicks
With my sidekicks, rockin' fly kicks! (hehe!)
Honeys want to chat - but all we wanna know is "Where the party at? " (party at?)
And can I bring my Gat?
If not - I hope I don't get shot
But I throw my Vest on my chest
'Cause niggaz is a mess!
It don't take nothin' but frontin' for me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like I was duck huntin'!
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...

[Chorus: Unknown Male]
Party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit! - And...

[The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy):]
Hugs from the honeys! - Pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects!
Said he had beef - asked me if I had my peice
Sure do, two .22's in my shoes! (shoes!)
Holler if you need me love I'm in the house
Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about!
Moet popping, hoe hopping,
Ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY! (that's riight!)
Niggaz wanna front - who got your back? - "BIGGIE! "
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the Gat? - "BIGGIE! "
It ain't hard to tell I'm the EastCoast overdoser
Nigga you scared you're supposed to!
Nigga I toast ya! - Put fear in your heart!
F*ck up the party before it even start!
Pissy drunk - off the Henny and stuff
Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!

[Chorus: Unknown Male + (B.I.G.)]
Party... and bullshit! (pass that!)
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit!
And party... and bullshit! - And...

[The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy):]
Bitches in the back looking righteous ("Here we go! ")
In a tight dress, I think I might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101,
How to tote a gun? - And have fun with Jamaician rum!
Conversations - blunts in rotation
My man Big Jacques - got the glock in his waist and,
We're smoking! Drinking! Got the hooker thinking!
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking! (psssh!)
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said: - "Let's leave calm! "
I'm hittin' skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken! (that's Big!)
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown - and a f*cking fight broke out! [beat stops]

[Interlude: Fan (B.I.G.)]
Yo, yo, yo! Yo nigga what's up?
Bi-, ey, ey, ey! Yo! Come Big whassup?
Yo Big whassup?
Yo Big whassup?
YO BIG WHASSUP? (EY NIGGA CHILL! YO, CHILL MAN, CHILL!) [beat starts again]

[The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy):]
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn!
Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perignon!
And it's on! - And I'm gone... That's that...

[Chorus: Unknown Male (Puff)]
Party... and Bullshit, (Party...)
And Party... and Bullshit! (And bullshit...)
And Party... and Bullshit! (Party...)
And Party... and Bullshit! (And bullshit...)
And Party... and Bullshit! (Yeah!)
And Party... and Bullshit! (Junior Mafia likes that!)
And Party... and Bullshit!
And Party... and Bullshit! (Uptown likes that!)
And Party... and Bullshit!
And Party... and Bullshit! (Bad Boy likes that.)
And Party... and Bullshit! [beat fades out]
And Party... and Bullshit! (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
And Party... and Bullshit!
And Party... and Bullshit! (Third Eye likes that.)
And Party... and Bullshit!
And Party... and Bullshit!

 

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Warning

[16 seconds instrumental]
[alarm-clock rings]

[Verse 1:]
Who the f*ck is this?
Pagin' me at 5:46
In the mornin' [beeping]
Crack a dawnin'. - Now I'm yawnin'! [dialing]
Wipe the cold out my eye!
See who's this pagin' me? - And why?
It's my man Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin' spot and heard the intricate plot.
A niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbor
Slow down love please chill drop the caper!
"Remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with. - Smoked the blunts and got nice with! "
Yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
Nah, dem my niggaz! Nah love wouldn't disrespect!
"I didn't say dem - you school be bout some niggas!
That you knew from back when - When you was clockin minor figures!
Now they heard you blowin' up like nitro
Know they wanna stick the knife, through your windpipe slow!
So - thank Fame for warnin' me now I'm warnin' you.
I got the Mac nigga, tell me what you wanna do! "

[Chorus:]
DAMN! - Niggas wanna stick me for my papers! [x4]

[Verse 2:]
"They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus
With the Texas license plate outta state!
They heard about the pounds you got - down in Georgetown!
Now they heard you got - half of Virginia locked down!
They even heard about the crib you bought your moms
Out in Florida the 5th corridor! " - Call the coroner!
There's gonna be alot of slow singin'
And flower bringin' if my burgular alarm starts ringin!
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gun powder, so they can devour
The criminals tryin to clock my decimals!
DAMN! - Niggas wanna stick my for my +C.R.E.A.M+
And the inner dream things ain't always how it seems.
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha. - See your picture!
Now they wanna, grab they guns and come and getcha!
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip!
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the f*ckers in a bad prediciment - where all the foul niggas went!
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with you motherf*ckers betta duck!
I bring pain blood stains on what remains of his jacket!
He had a gun he should've packed it!
Cocked it! - Extra clips in my pocket!
So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole!
I f*ck around and get hardcore
See 4 to ya door no beef no more,
Nigga! - Feel the rush! - Scandalous!
The more weed smoke, I puff! - The more dangerous!
I don't give a f*ck about you or your weak crew,
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you!
I'm out gunnin'! - Nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on; I hear somebody comin'! [beat stops] [dog's barking]

[Interlude: Assassin 1 (Assassin 2)]
Psssh! Come on, come on!
I'm only comin' to pass the Gat! (Just keep in your motherf*ckin' ass, come on in!
Are we gettin' close... huh? (It's right over here!)
Are you sure this Biggie Small's crib, man? (Man, I'm sure mothaf*cka, come on! Ah, f*ck!)
It better be this motherf*ckin' house, man! (Oh, f*ck man!)
What's, what's wrong! (It's that red dot on ya head man!)
What red that?...
Oooh, shit! (What?)
You got a red dot on ya head too!
Ooooh, shit! (Ooooh, shit!) [2 shots]

 

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One More Chance (Remix)

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy) - Bridge in the background]
Uhh...
What? (That's right! Bad Boy!)
What? Uhh!
Uhh, Uhh! Lyrically I'm, uhh!
Uhh, check it out!
Uhh, lyrically I'm...
Uhh... uhh, uhh!
What?
Junior M.A.F.I.A.! (Remix)
Uhh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.!

[Bridge: Faith Evans]
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yeeeeeeeeah, yeeeeeeeeeah!
So goooooood, so goooooood!
I loooove you sooooooo much!
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...

[The Notorious B.I.G. :]
First things first, I poppa! - Freaks all the honies! (uh-huh!)
Dummies! (uh!) - Playboy bunnies, those wantin' money.
Those the ones I like cause they don't get Nathan
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation.
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs,
Heart throb? Never! - Black and ugly as ever!
However - I stay Coogi down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks! (uh!)
And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me (uh-huh!) navajos creep me in they tee pee! (uh!)
As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet
Stop it! (uh!) - If you think they gonna make a prophet!
Don't see my ones, don't see my guns! - Get it?
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it (uh!) then split it!
In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A. (uh!)
I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya!
I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin' ya! (uh-huh!)
Once ya grin, I'm in, game begin! (uh!)
First I talk about how I dresses this,
In diamond necklasses, stretch Lexuses! (whooo!)
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper! - Help ya reach the (uh-huh!)
Climax that your man can't make
Call him, tell him you'll be home real late, and sing the break! (uh!)

[Chorus 1: Faith Evans (The Notorious B.I.G. ) & ("Puff Daddy")]
Baabyyyyyy, heeeeere I am (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Aaaaall, I neeeeed is ooooone more chaaaaaance! One more chance...
IIIII can heeelp (uh!) you fiiiiiind, yourseeeeelf! (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Cause you, don't neeeeeed (uh!) noboooo-dy eeeeelse! - One more chaaaance... ("Remix! ")

[The Notorious B.I.G. ("Puff Daddy"):]
She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz,
There I is! (uh!) - Major Payne like Damon Wayans (uh-huh!)
Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan.
Schemin'! (uh!) - Don't leave ya girl round me
True player for real, ask Puff Dad-dy! ("yeeeah! ")
You ringin' bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel. (uh!)
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell (uh-huh!)
She beeped me, meet me at twelve! (uh!)
Where you at? Flippin' jobs, payin car notes? ("yeeeah! ")
While I'm swimmin' in ya women like the breast stroke! ("uh-huh! ")
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Death stroke - tongue all down her throat! (uh-huh!)
Nuttin left to do but send her home to you,
I'm through! - Can ya sing the song for me, boo?

[Chorus 2: Faith Evans (The Notorious B.I.G. )]
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance!
(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance!
(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)

[The Notorious B.I.G. ("Puff Daddy"):]
So, what's it gonna be? - Him or me? (uh!)
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls. (uh-huh!)
The envy of all women - crushed linen!
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em. (whoooo!)
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'!
High fashion - flyin' into all states (uh!)
Sexin me while ya man [masturbates]! ("uhh, uhh! ")
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds. (uh!)
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent (what?)
I'm not only the client, I'm the player president! (uh!)

[Chorus 2: x1/2]

[Chorus 1]

[Outro: Diddy (The Notorious B.I.G. )]
Bad Boy, Bad Boy!
(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
EastCoast, EastCoast...
WestCoast, WestCoast...

 

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Brooklyn (Go Hard)

(Performed by Jay-Z featuring Santogold)
.
[Intro: Santogold]
BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!! BROOKLYN!!!
BROOKLYN!!! WE GO HARD!!! WE GO HARD!!!!

[Chorus: Santogold]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
This is black hoodie rap, there's no fear in my eyes where they lookin at
Better look on map, Besides, mi nah like to eye fight
Mi nah think such a ting is worth a man's life (CHRIST!!!)
But if a man test my Stuy, I promise he won't like my reply
Boom Bye Bye like Buju I'm crucial
I'm a Brooklyn boy I may take some gettin use to
Chain snatchin, ain't have it, gotta get it
Same shitted, from Brownsville to Bainbrididge
Fatherless child, mama put double shifts
So the number runners was the only one I hanged widith
Before you know it I'm in the game, bang fidith
Fit no orangutans piddeals ciddaps like orange's I'm dangerous
PLEASE!!! Tell me what the name of this is

[Chorus: Santogold (Jay-Z & Santogold)]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them
I Jack, I Rob, I sin
Awww man, I'm Jackie Robinson
Except when I run base, I dodge the pen
Lucky me, lucky we, they didn't get me
Now when I bring the Nets I'm the Black Branch Ricky
From Brooklyn corners, burnin branches of sticky
Spread love, Biggie, Brooklyn, hippie
I pity, the fool with jewels like Mr. T
With long history in my borough, they borrow
With no intentions of returnin, tomorrow
The sun don't come out for many, like Annie
Half orphan, mama never had an abortion
Papa sort of did, still I managed to live
I go hard, I owe it all to the crib
Now please tell me, what the f*ck's harder than this!!!!

[Chorus: Santogold (Jay-Z & Santogold)]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (B-R-O-O-K!!!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!! (L-Y-N!! COME AGAIN!!!)

[Verse Three: Santogold]
While I'm doin my time due to circumstance
Cross that bridge is the consequence
Once pretend now I paid my dues
Risk takers we break the rules
Get so dark, but I see good
Bed-Stuy stay high in my neck of the woods
Now, let it ring out, it's a warnin
(BROOK-LYN!!!) Let it be sworn in
Gotta make it stick workin like we good color
Rip it to the core, underneath it or we oughta
Right into the clip, bring it to the floor
One step one step give it up more
All this stuff and the streets are a mess
With big ass dreams and a sick death wish
Probably like the commercials says
Kill the voice screamin in my head

[Chorus: Santogold]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

[Outro: Santogold]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

 

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Letter To B.I.G.

I ain't even good with writin, I ain't even write shit but I just felt I had to write this letter to Big.

[Jadakiss:]
Dear frank white christopher wallace yea it's ya boy kiss I just wanted to holla. in ya memory I keep a coogi in my closet, kangol on the rack and a fresh pair of wollies. you know I'm still a liqour and a weed child, I still got branson on speed dial. and everybody is the king now you ain't gotta be nice getting shot is the thing now. the mafia was doing they best they seperated now roc and gutta doin a stretch, kim is still in it to win it, seen money l a while ago but I ain't heard from cease in a minuate. people in power is queer I could go on for a year about how it would be if you were still here. the game has got cheap rappers is more commercialy successful now but they hearts alot weaker, you know me still got the flow thatl pop speakers, the first option on offence the top feature, it's easy big all you need is a pro tool set but I ain't touched the paper that I was supposed to yet and everybody thas sombody show respect only a matter of time before they notice that I'm an impeccable lyricist and with the right mechanics I could take over be clear of this, they well aware of kiss the light of the city and I ain't on the label no more but I'm tighter with diddy, I got my own plan handle mine like a grown man long as I know I'm nice f*ck it I'm my own fan, remix the joint you had but they can never ever duplicate your swag, meanwile I'm a keep pursuing my lil plans and you might bump into a few of my lil mans up there steppin with god down here mr C and BK still reppin you hard, Tianna so pretty CJ turned into lil biggie jus a lil lighter but so witty, on ya born day we get the highest, groovy still the best with the garments he keep me the flighest, tonight patron is dead only right that I take a bottle of Barcardi Lime the head and before I end it, I gotta say thanks cause not only was your time well spent it was splendid (thanks) miss you my nigg, one love.

[Chorus: Faith Evans - singing]
So we tried so hard to understand why you had to go away

[Jadakiss:]
That was my letter to B.I.G, na mean
You were everything- you were everything
I felt it was only right, I really smoked with them.

 

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Kick In The Door

[Intro:]
(Biggie!)
Uh!
Uh-huh!
Uh, this goes out to (Biggie!) you...
This goes out to you!
And you! And you (Biggie!) And you!
This goes out to you!
This goes out to (Biggie!) you!
This goes out to you!
And you! And you! Uh!

[Verse 1:]
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons. (uh!)
Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon, Don-Dadda!
F*ck Poppa! - You gotto - call me Francis M.H.
White in tank-light totes! - Tote iron!
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit. (uh-huh!)
Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The most shady! (Tell em!) - Frankie baby!
Ain't no tellin' where I may be,
May see me - in D.C. at Howard Homecomin'
With my man Capone, dumbin',
F*ckin somethin'! - You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen befo',
So - Jesus, get off the Notorious'
Penis; before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us - we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot - like a kettle get!
You're delicate, you better get,
Who sent ya? - You still pedal shit!
I got more rides than Great Adventure! - Biggie! ("How are you gonna do it? ")

[Chorus:]
Kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four!
All you heard was: "Poppa don't hit me no more! "
Kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four!
All you heard was: "Poppa don't hit me no more! "
Kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four!
All you heard was: "Poppa don't hit me no more! " (Biggie!)
Kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four! (uh-huh!)
All you heard was: (uh!) "Poppa don't hit me no more! "

[Verse 2:]
On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death. (uh!)
Should I start your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask: "Why? "
Lyrically, I'm worser! - Don't front the word sick
You cursed it - but rehearsed it!
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get! - Stuck quickly for royalties and show money!
Don't forget the publishin - I punish 'em (uh!) I'm done with them (uh-huh!)
Son, I'm surprised you run with them!
I think they got come in them! - Cause they - nothin' but dicks
Tryna blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks!
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick!
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click!
Take trips to Cairo, layin' with yo bitch
I know you prayin' you was rich, f*ckin' prick! - When I see ya I'm a...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the "King Of NY".
F*ck that! - Why try? Throw bleach in your eye!
Now ya Braille in it! - Stash that light shit - or scalin' it!
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than - Johnson and Johnson!
Tote steel like Bronson. - vigilante!
You wanna get on son. - You need to ask me!
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings,
Nothing but my chil'ren; one shot, they disappearin'! (uh!)
It's I'll when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit,
Took home! - +Ready To Die+, listened, studied shit!
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight. - Fragilly, my .9 milly, make the white shake! [beat fades out]
That's why my money never funny! And you still recoupin'! - Stupid! [echoes]

 

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What's Beef?

[Intro: ("Puff Daddy")]
The Commission!
Uncle Paulie!
Big Ditti!
Caesar Leo!
DeGenero! ("Yeahhh! ")
Tony Baltimore!
Iceberg Slim! ("That's right! ")
The most shadiest... Frank Baby!
We here! ("Do you know what beef is? ")
We ain't goin' nowhere! ("Do you know what beef is? ")
Uh-uh! ("Ask yourself! ")
Uh-uh! ("Do you know what beef is? ")
Uhh!

[Verse 1: ("Puff Daddy")]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! - Check out this bizarre,
Uh! - Rapper style used by me - the B.I.G.!
I put my key you put your key-in - money we'll be seein'
Will reach the f*ckin ceiling, check! - Check it! (uuhhh!)
My Calico been cocked! (uh-huh!) - This rap Alfred Hitchcock!
Drop top notch playa hating won't stop (uh!)
This instant - rappers too persistant
Quick to spit - Biggie name on shit! - Make my name taste
Like ass when you speak it! ("hehee! ")
See me in the street your jewelry you can keep it! - That be our little secret! ("sssshh! ")
See me! (uh!) - B that is! I that is! G whiz!
Motherf*ckers still in my biz! (uh-huh, uh-huh!)
Don't they know my nigga Gutter f*ckin kidnip kids? (uh!)
F*ck em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge! (ooh!)
That's how it is! - My shit is laid out (what?)
F*ck that beef shit! - That shit is played out! ("played out! ")
Y'all got to go! - All I make is one phone call
All y'all dissapear by tomorrow! ("hehehe! ")
All your guns is borrowed. (uh!) - I don't feel sorrow!
Actually - your man passed the Gat to me! - Now check this!

[Chorus: ("Puff Daddy")]
What's beef?
Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep!
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets!
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be an ICU!
One more time! - What's beef?
Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep!
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep!
Beef is when I see you!
Guaranteed to be an ICU! - Check it! ("yeeeah! ")

[Verse 2: ("Puff Daddy")]
I done smoked with the best of 'em (uh-huh!) shot at the rest 'of em (uh-huh!)
Was about a hundred or more. - Maybe less of 'em! ("uh! ")
Got my rocks off! - That nigga from the Brook' just be
Whylin' on you just be - stylin' on you ("You so crazy! ")
When I tried to warn you what your eyes f*cked up
Now I cleared them shits with hits, you wanna f*ckin' bitch! ("uh! ")
Pardon my French but, ahh! - Sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these, weak MC's ("Don't stop! ") With the
Supreme baller like! - Lyrics I call em like I see em G,
Y'all niggaz sound like me! ("yeah! ")
Y'all was grimy in the early 90's!
Far behind me! - It ain't hard to find me,
Number one with the booyaka! ("booyaka! ")
Gimme the Remi and the chronic ain't no tellin what I do to ya! ("I do to ya! ")
It's obvious the game's new to ya! ("New to ya! ")
Take them ends you make, ("ehehe") and spend em on a tutor, huh? - One shot, I'm through with ya!

[Chorus: ("Puff Daddy")]
What's beef?
Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep! ("Don't sleep! ")
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets! ("Ain't safe! ")
Beef is when I see you!
Guaranteed to be an ICU! ("I see you! ")
One more time! - What's beef? ("What's beef? ")
Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep! ("Start my Jeep! ")
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep! ("thirty deep! ")
Beef is when I see you!
Guaranteed to be an ICU! ("I see you! ") - Check it!

[Verse 3: ("Puff Daddy")]
There'll be nothin' but smooooth sailin' ("sailin'! ")
When I spit shots, now your creeeew's bailin'! ("bailin'! ")
All I got is heat and tough talk for you! ("uh-huh! ")
Tie you up, cut your balls off just to use! ("oooh! ")
Man listen straight torture! - Look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucife, real name Cristopher!
Watch me set it off like Vivica
Here lies your demise! - Close your eyes! ("uh-huh! ")
Think good thoughts! - Die while your skin start to glisten,
Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen!
It's bad cause I just begun!
We'll make the shit real bad, now we's havin' fun! (Hahahaha!) ("ehehehe! ")

[Chorus: ("Puff Daddy")]
What's beef?
Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep! ("Don't sleep! ")
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets! ("Ain't safe! ")
Beef is when I see you!
Guaranteed to be an ICU! ("I see you! ")
One more time! - What's beef? ("What's beef? ")
Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep! ("Start my Jeep! ")
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep! ("thirty deep! ")
Beef is when I see you!
Guaranteed to be an ICU! ("I see you! ") - And I'm through! ("Yeah, and I'm through! ")

[Outro: ("Puff Daddy")]
Uhhh!
Uhhh!
It's like that!
("Now ask yourself... do you really... know what beef is? ")
Like that... ("Then ask yourself! ")
Uhh! ("Do you really... want beef? ")
Like that, like that! [echoes]

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
Ahahaha!
Yeah!
I like that!
Big Nash!
Hit me baby!
On and on and on and on!
Bad Boy!
Y'all know what it is!
Shit, I don't want no beef!
Ahhaaaaa! [beat fades out]

 

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The World is Filled...

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Make it hot! [6 seconds instrumental]
Make it hot! [6 seconds instrumental]
Make it hot! [6 seconds instrumental]
Make it hot!

[Chorus: Governor]
The world is filled with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows! [6 seconds instrumental]
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can beeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ohhahhoahh, yeah!

[Puff Daddy:]
Now first come the cash! - Then come the ass! (yeah!)
Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash! (right!)
When I score with a whore, she be game for sure
Pimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on the floor! (whoo!)
Won't you admit it? - I ain't gotta talk because I live it
Any chick f*ckin' with me, believe me that's a privelege. (that's right!)
I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it
See you hit it then I hit it! (uh!) - We get it back to split it! (uh-huh!)
And Big be that nigga we be flyin through your hood (sssssshh!)
And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods!
See we date 'em like we hate 'em! (yeah!) - See 'em like we don't need 'em! (uh!)
Treat 'em like we meet 'em! (uh-huh!) - And never give up freedom!
And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that you, never knew - what good head'll do?
Turn a freak to a bisexual (uhh!)
And if she's flexible f*ck the nigga next to you!

[Chorus: Governor ("Biggie") (Daddy)]
The world is filled with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knowwws! ("Make it hot! ") (Playa home, players!)
Ohhahhoahh, yeeeaaaaaah! You don't knoooooowww! (Playa home, players!)
The world is miiine, can't you see? ("uh! ")
I'm just trying to be all I can beeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ("Make it hot! ")
Oooooohhhh, yeeaah! ("uh! ")

[The Notorious B.I.G. (Puff Daddy):]
When the Remi's in the system - ain't no tellin' (uh-uh!)
Will I f*ck 'em will I diss 'em? (yeah!) - That's what these hoes yellin'! (yeah!)
I'm a pimp by blood! (yeah!) - Not relation!
Y'all still chase on! - I'll replace on,
Punks! (come on!) - Drunk of Dom! - Silk and gators! (uh-huh!)
Spittin' words makin' birds till they flock see you later. (see ya!)
Whether - drunk or high! - Skunk or thai! (yeah!)
Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon' fly!
Ain't no lie! - Pimped out, the SSI
Nigga don't ask: "Why? "
Just respect it! - She bought me the necklace, the bracelet
The Benz-O, she laced it! - Crib-O, got it? - Interior decorated! (whooo!)
Now my popularity grew, in each state (uh!)
Now I got two in each state! (uh!)
Used to drink brew and eat steak (uh!)
Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates!

[Chorus]

[Too $hort (Puff Daddy):]
(Yeah, Too $hort!) I had a whole lotta bitches in my lifetime
I been blessed with the game always say the right lines.
Had a few prostitues and if you knew the truth,
They're like pimps! - You can't let 'em do it to you! (hehehe!)
She ain't no sucker! (eh-eh!) - I know that bitch man
She wanna be a "Pretty Woman" lovin', a rich man! (yeahhh!)
Now here you come! - Drop top ridin'
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin'! (stop lyin'!)
Pussy makes money! - Stick to the business!
Think about the real motherf*ckers that live it!
Street life! - Pimp shit - make the hoe respect the game
You bought her diamonds and cars, trick that's a shame!
Say what you want! - But I still figured
She left you cause you couldn't be, like them real niggaz! (uh-uh!)
She was a hustler by nature! - And you was just faker
Than the average symps! (that's right!) - Found a badder pimp! (come on!) - Too $hort

[Outro: Too $hort (Biggie)]
Crazy ass man!
I never woulda bought that bitch all them cars (yeah, nigga!) and all that shit you bought that hoe man!
After I heard about what the bitch did nigga!
Knew the hoe!
Man I'm thirty years old nigga!
And that bitch was hoein' when I was in 9th grades and shit!
Think about that! ("Make it hot! ")
She been around then right?
Shit...
You just a rest haven for hoes man!
Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen!
Bitch only f*ckin' witchu cause you had a good ass job, nigga nerd!
Treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her!
Stupid-ass nigga!
She ain't nuttin' but a hoe! ("Make it hot"!)
Bet you fell in love with her man? (Heheeee!)
You can't turn a hoe into a housewife fool! (eh-eh!)
Everytime you turn your back that bitch is f*ckin' with dem gangstas!
EastSide, WestSide these are my potnahs!
Do that shit!
You kno'mtalkin'bout nigga?
I tell you about some real pimps and hoes!
Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man!
Yeah, I know a few!
Shiiit! [beat stops]
Biatch!

 

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One More Chance / The Legacy Remix

[Intro: CJ Wallace ("Diddy") (B.I.G.) - Bridge in the background]
Uhh...
What? ("That's right! ")
That's right!
Uhh, uhh!
Bad Boy! ("Bad Boy! ")
What? Uhh, uhh (What? Uhh!)
(Uhh, uhh, what?) Lyrically I'm! (Lyrically I'm!)
(Uhh, uhh!) Uhh, uhh, check it out! (Check it out!)
(Uhh, uhh!) Uhh, lyrically I'm
(Uhh... uhh, uhh!)
(What?) What? (Uhh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.!)
(Uhh!) Junior M.A.F.I.A.! ("Remix")
CJ, uhh!

[Bridge: Faith Evans]
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yeeeeeeeeah, yeeeeeeeeeah!
So goooooood, so goooooood!
I loooove you sooooooo much!
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance...

[The Notorious B.I.G. {CJ Wallace}:]
{First things first! } I Poppa - freaks all the honies (uh-huh!)
Dummies! (uh!) - Playboy bunnies, those wantin' money!
Those the ones I like cause they don't get Nathan
But penetration - unless it smells like sanitation!
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heartthrob? Never! - Black (uh!) and ugly as ever!
{However, I stay Coogi down to the socks}
{Rings and watch filled with rocks! } (uh!)
{And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi}
{Girls pee pee when they see me, Navajos creep me in they teepee! } (uh!)
{As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet.}
{Stop it! (uh!) - If you think you're gonna make a profit? }
Don't see my ones, don't see my guns! - Get it?
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it, then split it (uh!)
In two {as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.}
{I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya! }
{I'm clockin' ya, Versace shade watchin' ya! }
{Once ya grin, I'm in, game begin! } (uh!)
{First I talk about how I dresses this}
{In diamond necklasses, stretch Lexuses! } (whooo!)
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper (uh!) help ya reach the! (uh!)
Climax that your man can't make,
("Call him, tell him you'll be home real late, now sing the break! Uhh! }

[Chorus 1: Faith Evans (CJ & Biggie)]
Baabyyyyyy, heeeeere I am (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Aaaaall, I neeeeed is ooooone, more chaaaaaance! One more chance...
IIIII can heeelp you fiiiiiind, yourseeeeelf! (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Cause you, don't neeeeeed, noboooo-dy eeeeelse! - One more chaaaance... (remix)

[The Notorious B.I.G. {CJ Wallace}:]
She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz.
There I is! (uh!) {Major Payne like Damon Wayans! } (uh-huh!)
{Low Down, Dirty even, like his brother Keenan! }
Schemin'! (uh!) - Don't leave ya girl 'round me
True player for real {ask Puff Dad-dy! } (uh!)
You ringin bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel, uh!
{Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell! }
{She beeped me, meet me at twelve! }
Where you at? - Flippin' jobs, payin' car notes? (yeeeah!)
While I'm swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke! (uh-huh!)
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Death stroke - tongue all down her throat! (uh-huh!)
Nuttin' left to do but send her home to you;
I'm through! - {Can ya sing the song for me, Boo? }

[Chorus 2: Faith Evans (CJ & Biggie) {CJ}]
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance!
(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
{Uhh, what? Uhh... uhh, uhh! - Ya didn't know? Uhh! }
One more chaaaaaaance! - Biggie give me one more chaaaance!
(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
{Uhh, uhh, uhh... what? What?) One more chaaaaaaance...

[CJ Wallace (The Notorious B.I.G.):]
So, what's it gonna be, him or me? (uh!)
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls! (uh-huh!)
The envy of all women - crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em. (whoooo!)
(Finest women I love with a passion!)
(Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin!)
(High fashion - flyin' into all states?)
(Sexin' me while ya man masturbates!)
(Isn't this great?) Your flight leaves at eight
(Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds, uh!)
Lyrically I'm supposed (uh!) to represent
I'm not only a client (what?) I'm the Player President! (uh!)

[Chorus 2: x1/2]

[Chorus 1]

[Outro: Diddy (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
Bad Boy, Bad Boy!
(I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
EastCoast, EastCoast...
WestCoast, WestCoast...

 

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The Notorious Theme


[Instrumental]

 

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Microphone Murderer

[Intro:]
A whole lotta niggaz want Big to make a demo tape 'specially that...
BUM-ASS NIGGA, uhh!
This goin' out to you nigga recognize
Yo 50, what's this?

[Verse:]
Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker
B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the undertaker
Make an appointment. - Schedule a interview
Because you know what Big Man's about to do.
50 Gran' on the Technic - at the right peak
Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak!
The microphone I rip it! - The burner got the clip in
Slammin MC's like Scottie Pippen. ("Paaaapeerrrr! ")
Flippin on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole
Puffin' on dime bags and I been told.
My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic
A thick stick and my dick!
Makes me sick when you pick the whick-whack rhyme G
You get what you pumpin' is Tic-Tac time Z.
The B.I.G. moves swifter than a ninja
Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger! ("Paaaapeerrrr! ")
Keep my eyes open and the case closed
No eyewitnesses, no names or expos!
Just the heavyset one with the big gun
And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone.
Loot like Michael Jackson kicks like Bo Jackson
Benz like Freddie Jackson. - No need to ask in the crew!
Oooh! - No frontin', no fakin' moves
Fightin' or f*ckin'. - Resort to the stick and move. ("Paaaapeerrrr! ")
Smack the fool that disagree, recognize the pedigree
Rhyme is mine cause I said it's me!
Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand
Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'.
And - I give you my hand cause you deserve a pound
Tryna blow up the spot - in my part of town.
Braves, because you get no praise
I teach you like a {CENSORED} did the A's. ("Paaaapeerrrr! ")
Recognize, I don't f*ck with the St. Ides
B.I.G. down with "O.G.B."
"Old Gold Brothers" for the others that missed me
The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy.
Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand,
You want it to be on, there's a Tec in the garbage can!
I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields
Shelley Long, Connie Chung. - I can go on and on! ("Paaaapeerrrr! ")
Word is bond I'm a don!
I split 'em and run up in 'em I f*ck 'em and then I duck 'em.
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her!
And it gets better! - B.I.G. - are the letters! Niggaz know the pedi'...

[Outro:]
That's the end!
What you want me to do?
DAMN!

 

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Guaranteed Raw

[Intro: A friend]
Chill Twan, damn man!
That nigga Big got somethin to say?
Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big?

[Intro:]
Yeah... yeah...
Special shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like this y'all

[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin chumps a hit - as I count my mint.
Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note
All from sayin rhymes that B.I.G. wrote!
Blunt, I take a toke - but only if it's weed
Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy.
Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo!
Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no.
Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw
Live in - action! Guaranteed - RAW!

[Interlude:]
"Who's comin' through?
Y'all know who! DO! "

[Verse 2:]
Bedstuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated
Your rhymes ain't shit; they must be constipated.
Many awaited! - The heavyset brother from Fulton Street
To drop a rhyme to a funky beat.
Expellin' MC's as if I was at Sarah J
Or boys and girls at any school around the way.
Opponents, pupils, but I'm the principal,
Hard to beat! - Damn near invincible!
Niggaz wanna know - how I live the Mack life?
Makin money smokin mic's like crack pipes.
Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin my people my palm
And sayin rhymes to set off the alarm!
Yes it's me, the B.I.G.
Competition ripper ever since 13!
Used to steal clothes was considered a thief,
Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street.
Makin' loot! - Knockin' boots on the regular,
Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor.
Jewels and all that! - My clothes is all that!
Chumps steppin' to me. - That's where they took a FALL at! [scratches]
B.I.G. without burner. - That's unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner.
Quick to smother! - A punk motherf*cker.
Undercover, word to mother. - I'm above ya!
And I love ya! - Cause you're a sweet bitch!
A crazy crab, you might make my dick itch!
I flow looser than Luther!
Words ya get used ta, B.I.G. is a born - trooper!
Like ice cream I scoop ya! - My music you wanna get loose ta
Stay pimp, and I'm not a booster! [scratches]
So what'cha got to say? - This mackin' word is bond
There's no other assumption. - I got it goin' on!
I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this
Even my mother - be noddin her head to this.
Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker! - And bow to the crowd!
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4,
Live in action, guaranteed RAW!
Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya
As ya follow this to - I gave a toast to ya crew.
See, they popped on ya like a kernel,
You didn't realize that the beef was eternal!
Internal injury that's what you're soon to see,
B.I.G. keep company!
Sometimes in my waist. - If they come opponent
Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and
I'm floatin' - to your punk part of town.
Anybody frontin, they better duck down
Don't get mad cause I grazed ya!
You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldn't get a good hit
Shit! - I was aimin for the melon!
But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin',
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4!
Live in action, guaranteed RAW!

[Outro:]
And you don't stop!
And you don't stop!
You keep on!
To my man Milk!
And Thai!
Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect!

[Outro: A friend]
Most definitely
Sent a shout on
To the freestyle Born Allah
Yeah that bum-ass nigga from Avenue Q
(Yeah, yeah!)

 

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Love No Ho

[Intro 1: The Notorious B.I.G. (Dude)]
(Yo Bigs man, what's wrong man? You look like you got problems, man!)
Ayo man!
Pssh, man...
It's this f*ckin' BITCH man!
Shit I know I ain't 'sposed to have no feelings for these hoes out here man, but...
This bitch on the back of my mind man! (word?)
Yeah man!
Done wrote a rhyme 'bout the bitch man! (Let me hear it!)
Want me to drop the drama kid? (Yeah!) [beat starts]

[Intro 2:]
Yeah, dedicatin this to you man
Cause my man 50 Gran' told me straight up and down man
I ain't 'sposed to love no ho!
Knahmsayin'?
I tried to tell her 50!
I got three rules in life!
I'm not to be played with... played on or played out!
I'm a drop it like dis!

[Verse 1:]
Lyin' in my bed. - I'm lookin' at four walls
Echo in my head sayin I got a lot of gall.
Grippin my cap, my pen in my teeth
Thinkin' what this ho said, she called me a: "Thief"!
She said I stole her heart. - And didn't leave a trace
I told her I was sorry and she said get out my face.
Walked out my door with my Walkman in my pocket
Playin' +Love Is A House+! -Aand thinkin' how she jocked it.
When she had the key - to open up my door
Adore - that Prince scam that got me on the floor.
I know that she loved me, I couldn't ever fake it,
I say: "Go buy a pie! " - The girl would go bake it.
Makin' a record was important to me
More important than her that's what made her flee, see?
The mistake was not payin' no mind
All her posse said we was two of a kind.
I call her back twice. - Your sister said you're broke
She said: "When you left, your ears was full of smoke! "
Chokin' on a cigarette you don't even smoke
Jumped in the train station put in a token.
Coulda been my partner, my amigo my peer,
Just waitin for them three words that all girls wanna hear.
"I love you! " HUH! - You would start to cry if
I would reply with I-L-Y!
Then I tell your friends - that you played me out
Said I wouldn't say: "I love you! " Just to make you shout!
So I, call up 7 digits that would pick up your phone,
Your sister picked it up and said that you wasn't home.
I heard you in the back cryin' up a storm
Screamin how you wish that I never was born.
"I hate him! I hate him! " That's what she kept sayin'
She'll come to her senses is what I kept prayin'.
But now I'm gonna lay the cards on the line,
Just say that you hate me! - Or say that you're mine!
I said: "When I played ball you was in the stands!
When I was sick, you held my hand!
It was hard to say before, but now I can
Bitch I love no ho! - F*CK YA! "

[Interlude:]
I don't give a f*ck about'cha
Take a long walk off a short peer bitch!
Try to take bankrolls...
Bum bitches outta here 50, man!
Now check it!

[Verse 2:]
Come to my crib she say: "B.I.G. listen!
I don't like the way you been dissin'!
Feel like I been kissin other bitches cause my lips feel chapped
I tell you it's on the blunts, you ain't tryna hear that! "
Now I'm Henny'd like a f*ck? - What's the riff?
Who I'm sleepin with? - I ain't got the time to shoot the gift
To hoes, I'm tryin to take bankroll.
I ain't f*ckin' nobody. - Case closed!
You hit the lights and decide to doze off,
No kiss goodnight, didn't take your clothes off.
And my dick is harder than a rock,
Nobody to cockblock but you's a hardrock!
The f*ck you think I am, gay?
I ain't got no time to play I ain't got nuttin' to say.
Bounce out the crib! - Just to see my man, 50
And what's up with B.I.G.
And the O.G.B.! - You know they keep plenty hookers!
And I ain't a bad looker.
So I see one ho that I like yeah, oooh!
Shit is cool! (Dude: Trust no hoes! - All they want is bankroll!)

[Outro:]
That's what I'm tryna tell you now, baby! [beat fades out]
My man 50 done schooled me to all y'all hookers, knahmsayin?
I ain't lame to this!
Can't spell game without me, the B.I.G.!
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