50 Grand - Biggie Smalls Got That Hype sh** lyrics

[Intro:] Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect Got my DJ Fifty Grand, and your n***a Big 'bout to drop a nice LONG rhyme on this mothaf**a [Verse 1:] Go ahead and say damn When the words from Big-man Explode like an ash-can While DJ Fifty Grand Kick beats like Van Damme That fighting a** n***a? Introducing the supreme Bigga, n***a! Yes, it's the B I break you like a bubble Bumrush bums and b**h-a** opponents Buck plugs out ya brain Break your back bone Send ya back home Back to the wack zone Try to underrate the heavy weight But when I dine, I make [?] Press rewind, maybe two times or three times Here to rhyme, to blind your mind like Moonshine Biggie Smalls got b**hes in Brazil, boy Use a rubber if the b**h is off the pill, boy The complete opposite of a k**-joy Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill, boy n***as turn up, they say 'Big, I wanna battle ya! I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica? Look at you, you're shaking like a pair of dice! And when I rip your rap just like a vulture, then you'll say I'm trice! Man, don't try to gas me or juice me Smoke you like a loosie I pack a mac, you pack a deuce-deuce, G So press up Before you messed up That's your best luck You're kinda soft, run you over in the 4 by 4 And the tag on your toe will read Derelict Pa** the blunt, I take a hit Pa** the drink, I take a sip Pa** the skins, I take a dip Pa** my loot, before I flip Man, brother, man, brother man! I thought you knew the pedigree of the B.I.G Cut emcees like lumberjacks cutting trees Rip microphones like Freddy rips kids Like car rigs do bids My burner's always there To the back, to the side, to the front Smoke a blunt, flavor like a wine bar trunk You little young chump Yeah, reach for your gun Make sure you get done Be a ghost like Michael Landon And the rhyme keeps flowing Like the rabbit with the drum, I keep going and going And showing MCs how to flow, yo I smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffs the llello "Be slow bro! Slow down before you get slowed down, quick!" Which burner you wanna get hit with, pick! I'm the wrong n***a to be f**ing with So sit back and admit, Biggie Smalls got that hype sh**! [Hook x4:] Biggie got the hype sh**! He got the hype sh**! [Verse 2:] Lyric enhancement is a must That's why I bust Don't raps like a burner bust caps? I'm used to making tracks That's why my rap sounds like that I get my props and all my pats on the back B-I, double G-I-E Smalls Who the n***a in the place? Watch him fall Take all, the pockets for the loot Take the girl, knock the boots If she's cute, I'm the pimp, she's the prostitute Hey! Sippin on the heineken Ain't a rapper finer than The B.I.G and Fifty Grand s**ers better try again Before you get lifted and twisted You better smoke a spliff, kid I'm gifted Fill it to the tip, with the dope sh** n***a fifty-shot clip to my hip Skip to my lou, special shout-outs to my crew Fifty Grand and the OGB flucture through I'm dynamite, out of sight on the mic Three and two, Frank got ya sleeping with the night light So wake up and smell the coffee You're nothing but a softie Rappers screaming "Biggie, get off me!" Don't have me go off, G Cause I'm just lukewarm And I'm not the type to toot my own horn But uh, toot toot! I take my timbo boots And just lose it You f**ing piece of bowel movement! My tec got a long clip Biggie Smalls got the hype sh**! [Hook] [Outro:] Shout outs to Junior M.A.F.I.A, y'all know what time it is My man Fifty Grand, and his man Ayyo, my man Big O in the house Recognize that OGB in full effect I'm out