| Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
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| Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
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| Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
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| Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
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| Put you in the back with the derelicts
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| Yeah, I pop plenty shit
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| Chump, I’m making hits
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| No time for the crack rock and shit
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| Took it to another level
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| Now I’m getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
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| Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
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| Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it’s me
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| Hoes, I thought you know I’m smooth as a baby’s ass
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| Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
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| The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
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| Getting props, proving nobody drops
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| Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
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| And niggas just can’t understand it
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| I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
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| You know my shit is hitting
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| Yeah, ya’ll, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
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| Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers
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| For the burner, catch a body
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| I got styles like karate
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| Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
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| Like a cantaloupe
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| Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
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| I rob for self; |
| from Brooklyn, where else?
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| Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop
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| Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop
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| What you think, I’m stupid?
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| My crew is mad deep
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| I hope you niggas sleep
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| I throw a bomb through your window
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| Burn you up and your ho
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| I catch your mama going to therapy and cut her throat
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| Your little sister walking home from school
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| I abduct her, then I fuck her
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| I hit your park close up with the Louisville Slugger
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| B.G.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherfucker
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| I was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters
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| Cluckers, you know I got 'em, two for one, my nigga
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| I’m on V.L. |
| if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
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| Thugging is my thing; |
| if I’m beefing, I’m banging
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| Slanging, it’s in my nature, gotta be about my paper
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| Haters, I don’t like 'em; |
| bitches, I don’t trust 'em
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| Niggas, I can’t stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em
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| Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine
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| Niggas trying to pull it off, «pop,» goes the nine
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| That’s how it got to be in these uptown streets
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| And a nigga like me, I play the game for keeps
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| I remember when niggas slang heroin up in balloons
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| I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons
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| Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, bitch
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| Want some old nigga? |
| Fuck with me, I’mma do 'em, shit
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| Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don’t respect him
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| Put my foot in their rectum right after I dome checked 'em
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| I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey
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| Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
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| Everybody whisper in ears when they gonna mention me
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| I been out doing it for years--since elementary
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| Real good relationship with guns and drugs
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| Because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs
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| Everything is my own shit cause I don’t fuck with scrubs
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| I don’t need you harassing me when I’m up in the club
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| Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub
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| Quarter, ki’s, and halfs is what I sling, cause that’s what I love
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| I know you bitches know that I ain’t to be played with
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| Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
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| They die quick, fucking with Turk, wodie get whacked
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| Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back
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| And trust that, ain’t bout to let no nigga steal me
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| Fuck that, I bust back with a .223
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| Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
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| Innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split
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| Na, Na, it’s iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy
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| Come from under my shirts and flip’em and reverse’em
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| I’m coming so alert them
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| (Ur, Ur) fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting
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| You haven’t seen the worst and
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| I’m right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
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| Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
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| Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
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| I ain’t got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what
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| Un huh, B.I.G. |
| with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
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| Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
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| Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
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| And we won’t stop, get money niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hope You Niggas Sleep , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Song from the album Born Again, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп