it's getting glorious! so different perspectives, so different sight such unreal illusions, so different eyes so different preachings, so different preachers
(feat. Notorious B.I.G.) [Notorious B.I.G] Notorious is glorious in the sack Hit skins from the back Put my thumb up in the ass crack Brooklyn freaky
stocking Of little Will, Oh just see What a glorious fill Here is a hammer And lots of tacks, Also a ball And a whip that cracks. Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn
of a martyr we came through the storm nooses on our necks and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm on a 747 on the pentagon lawn wake up the alarm clock
are afraid to smile? Don't look down we're gonna come around and it always come to back, crack time eventually. Just ascend with me. I'm not quite sure when I woke up
You plant a rose And if the rose comes up You're thankful to God And when it doesn't you cuss him You raise a child And when the child grows up
down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got
[Notorious B.I.G] Notorious is glorious in the sack Hit skins from the back Put my thumb up in the ass crack Brooklyn freaky n-gga with the most stuff
cracking up from having lack of shacking up! IF YOU'RE CRACKING UP FROM HAVING LACK OF SHACKING UP! If you're cracking up... IF YOU'RE CRACKING UP! Why
' for B U B B A K Betty Boo, never mind what they say B U B B A K What can I say? Today's been a great day Up, up, up and down on my back, baby Everybody
420 all day We ain't joking serve it up, oh yes and the hard stuff Excess of the Zes make it sound right beat it up all you want It's a damn right, get
home sweet home I'd roam the streets so much they call me a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me
backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress Distract that cat while I'm hot sugar get a crack
smooth I woke up with a bloody bitch dead in the bathroom My wicked shit praise that I heard through the days Somehow now relays my new murderous ways Violent J's not around but Moon Glorious
can never get enough Whenever me and Khaled do the remix Everybody hands go up (Ey, showtime) And they stay there And they say yeah And they stay there Up down, up
and blood From a thunderous storm up above Yes and God spoke clearly for the very first time in my life And the sounds he made were glorious and great
