| Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. |
| nigga
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| The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it The best that ever lived it Cocksuckers, What’s his name, huh?
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| That’s how we do it ya’ll
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| To all my niggaz in the house
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| Bad Boy, Who we die for
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| All day, everyday nigga
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| For the love of BIG, we bang out
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| Since my man died, we don’t hang out
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| We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out
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| Mafia World, all my niggaz max out
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| We Bad Boys, why ya’ll niggaz cracked out
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| Coward niggaz, most are burried down south
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| Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
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| Niggaz bearly speak when we discuss money
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| Niggaz stay yappin when there’s always somethin funny
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| The realest niggaz never took nuthin from me Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk, and hate kids
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| Got niggaz on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
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| A yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
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| Chorus: Lil’Cease &Notorious B.I.G.
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| To all my thugs who puffed him
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| To all my girls who hugged him
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| You love him, yell his name.
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| I’d rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
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| Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for.
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| Mafia
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| Representin Bucktown
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| Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down
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| Face down, you know the routine, the cream
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| Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
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| For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it Once I got it, I lock it Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
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| See me speak, that paper better be the topic
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| I like my ice frozen like the Antartic
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| I’m quick to finish it, your good to start it And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit
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| I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
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| Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
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| We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
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| I ain’t got shit, I spread things, take things
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| Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
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| My nigga ill’s holdin it down for the beam
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| Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
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| Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
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| Still ride, still die for BIG’s name
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| For BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wig
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| Not cause of what he said, cause of what he did
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| When I hear that pop quiz, that’s the way I was raised and thats the way it is for.
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| We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
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| Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre, full of dirt like h&ers
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| I roll with a bunch of niggaz that wear bandanas and rep…
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| We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel
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| B.K. |
| style, see BIG howl, now
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| Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world
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| Niggaz nuthin but squirels, they know we rep…
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| Niggaz tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
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| Wood style roll’em up, get plucked, nigga what
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| Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
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| Know my gat and bust for my nigga…
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| Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E’z
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| Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
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| My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
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| One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one’s for…
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| You know Frank kept me iced out
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| Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account
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| All that material shit, ya’ll still tryin to get it Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like…
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| All ya’ll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
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| Or get this shit right, check it, it’s the B-I, double G-I, E Ya’ll niggaz can’t see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
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| Who you love… for the Y2G, the two ten
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| We got it sewn, we don’t need ya’ll help, we hold our own
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| Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up BIG missin us, shout him out…
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| (chorus into fade) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Biggie, artist - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Album song The Best of JUNIOR M.A.F.I.A., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп