n***as uh, b**hes ha uh
(n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of sh** it happens everyday"
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
'Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' sh**
I make it happen, you got your a** caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Pa**port
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my k**ings, be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
n***as grab your gats, b**hes take a glance at
The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Playin' Big Willie style with a chauffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A n***a act up, makes the ba*tard hard to find
(n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of sh** it happens everyday"
(n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of sh** it happens everyday"
(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin' skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin' down Billy Bada**es, cracks in stacks and ma**es
If robbery's a cla**, bet I pa** it
sh** get drastic, I'm buryin' ya ba*tards
Big Poppa never softenin'
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin'
Leave the f**er coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my b**hes
She whippin' my ride, countin' my one's, thinkin' I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day everyday
I don't know what else to say
I've been robbin' n***as since Run and them was singin' "Here We Go"
Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know my flow,
Detrimental to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin' shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My target, all you wack n***as who started rappin'
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, n***as know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin' up in pretty b**hes constantly
The Smalls b**h, who the f** it was supposed to be?
(n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of sh** it happens everyday"
(n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of sh** it happens everyday"
I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my n***as backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
b**hes squeeze your tits, n***as grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the reali' with my peeps all day
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
It's all about the Smalls and my f**in'' n***a Biggie
b**hes love the way I bust a rhyme
'Cause they all in line screamin' one more time
n***as, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
b**hes rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up