Yeah! My money says somethin' special! We're able to charm Let us all together put it all - down! Gold, Bentley GT and fascination are around It's life the way is to spend the money
last week You cancelling shows in Boston, acting shook Say you from Harlem, telling me to come to Red Hook You wanna rep Brooklyn? Ain't no Biggie in you Fat sloppy fuck sound
fireplace Cause around that time, my stocking's goin' UP Feels like a victory, bittersweet, cause the bigger I get? The bigger the wedge, between the relationship of me and my bigger
we more than rough, we callin your bluff And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City) [Pos] Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much time Straight talk
[gunshots] [Nas talking] ("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my
ha, check out this bizarre 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 fuckin ceiling, check
stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!) Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!) It ain't hard to tell
[Intro:] You see, what-what sounds to you like a big load of trashy, old noise Is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself That music is so powerful
[Intro: Some guys talking] The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man He's not as grounded as
am just getting in about to check my message, No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors, You say you bring somebody wants to borrow money
CD, the case was a jewel And I refused to burn money, I'm saving green in my room You walk in and think it was FernGully And beef wasn't allowed, Pac was next to Biggie
Semi's Automatics N Shotguns Galoore If U Fuck Wit Me Make Sure Your Ready N Prepare For War [Young Buck:] I Got A Hard Life 50 And A Gun Big As Biggy
shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my money
CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know [chorus - Biggie Sound
's a long road ahead of us, I hope that your night's crispy Queensbridge, a trife city dilapidated slums I've seen political homicides and crack related ones Pac and Biggie
stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!) Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!) It ain't hard to tell
ha, check out this bizarre 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 fuckin' ceiling