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Notorious B I G Life After Death

see (Make it hot) I'm just trying to be all I can be Ohh, yeah When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin' Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that

Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game tight, Bic that flame right Spell my name right, B I, double G, I

, CD blast, I was past She came twice I came last, roll the grass She giggle, sayin', "I'm smokin' on home ground" Then I heard her moan, honey, I'm home

king till the G's crept in and now I'm missin' 'em Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin' you Nah nah nah nah

See, I told you See, I told y'all muh'fuckers Yo, yo, that stupid nigga man I told y'all to stop, he fucked up, yo Time, time for you to die As I kiss

Me Morgan than Freeman I took the cream and moved to new places, new faces Fuck the screw faces, 'cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we

I need another bitch, another bitch, in my life I know he don't treat you like I treat you Time to explain the game you see through Sex is lethal, I

{Good evening and for my last hit I'd like to take you back to the classic B.I.G. style of course} Playa hater, turn your head 'round Lay on the ground

While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the phone number your name I