[Intro: DJ Capone]
Now, ladies and gentlemen, it's Capone on side B
My n***a Notorious B.I.G!
It's the DJ Capone taking this sh** over here!
No doubt!
Uh! (x6)
Put it on!
[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G]
Here's the situation
Lars got shot
Now he facin' heaven to hell
But he living to tell
Who f**ing did it
I got my crimey down wit' it
Just a grimy as me
Slimy as me, check it
I got a long list of names and address
Even know the store where his momma by her dresses
She gon' be the first one to ride in a Hearse son
Worse come to worse I'll k** his sister
I'll know he'll miss her
They just a family, other half of me
Them n***as scared of me
I hope they prepared to be
Shot at, hit up with baseball bats
Thrown in the back of the act with a trunk full of rats
Try to brooklyn in the back
Take him to the pier (where?)
Way up in the back where the bums sleep at
Look him in the eye, 'You wanna die, don't ya?'
If you could change everything you did, you would, won't ya?
But you can't coz my brother can't breathe
Watching him bleed in the hospital - I had to leave
All I want to do is k** your crew
Your grand moms might get wet on the church-house steps
The beef is set, whatever, I'll show you the meaning of pressure
k**ing f*ggot n***as like ya'll for pleasure, (uh)
You can't measure the pain that's inside - homicide
You can run but you can't hide
When the Benz with the tints pull up at your residence
Everybody on the stoop gettin bent
That's that
[Outro: DJ Capone]
It's the DJ Capone, Notorious BIG baby! Yeah!
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Put it on!