| It is I, the B-I-G, the B-O-I
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| Me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky
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| Kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide
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| like the thighs of a hooker spread, told the girl bye
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| I got bigger fish to fry, niggaz wish I would retire
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| Cause of the pressure I apply every time I bust a rhyme
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| None of the rest of ya are tryin, watch me stimulate the minds of the masses
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| while you niggaz kickin it like jackasses
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| And who you votin for, Republican or Democratic?
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| Don’t say it doesn’t matter cause that’s how they stole the last one
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| Assassin’s bullet might be waitin for Obama
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| Do you think they’ll have a brother before Billy’s baby mama?
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| «Look at the way you look at me" — «Da-Daddy Fat Sax»
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| «In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps»
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| «Look at the way you look at me" — «Da-Daddy Fat Sax»
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| «In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps»
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| «Look at the way you look at me" — «Daddy Fat-Fat Sax»
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| «In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps»
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| «Look at the way you look at me" — «Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax»
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| «In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps»
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| My daddy told me it was mine for the takin
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| A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me
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| Him and Rena’s baby, their first born son
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| I’m Antwan Andr Patton, the only one
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| Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion
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| I’m defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin
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| Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty
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| where they still hangin nooses like we in the early '30s
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| Goddamn, you know who I am?
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| Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand? |
| (boy!)
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| This ain’t what you want, let’s be clear from the bungie
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| I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money
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| With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
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| I’m on another planet my nigga and you just fly
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| (Why?) Cause I’m
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| Take that motherfucker, take that!
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| With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky
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| I’m on another planet my nigga and you just fly
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| (Why? Cause he’s Daddy Fat Sax)
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| Ridin off in the Cadillac like that nigga
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| Yea
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| What his name is?
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| What ya talkin 'bout?
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| Boy stop! |