[Notorious B.I.G] + (Faith Evans)
To my motherf**in' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the p**y stroker
Emcee prover, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)
I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl bu*t cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?)
The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
A shy n***a, but I ain't ya f**in' comforter
And If I ever fall in love, I better f** it up
Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her
She try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her
(Why you wanna...play games on me?)
b**h, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze
No time for the ill sh**
Mess with the n***as on that real blood spill sh**
My rappin' tactics, are drastic
Stretchin' motherf**ers like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be
Filled with energy, n***as never gettin' me
[Hook 2X: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis] + (Ludacris ab-libbing)
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
[Ludacris]
It's clear to see that I'm the motherf**in' man, I done learned from the
Best of em; Took the first slot, n***as still second guessin' em
Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em'
Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em'
Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit
So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullsh**
But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder
I'm rich, b**h! I've done more shows than Oprah
And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever
Roll with a bunch of n***as that don't know no better
King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar
Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one f**in' wit me
They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me
That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times
[Hook] + (Ludacris ab-libbing)
[Snoop Dogg]
To my n***a Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
Got the heaters co*ked, cause I know the s**ers on the block
Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy
n***a stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me?
They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?)
Used to be a G, but now he just a ho
Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names
You f**in' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame
I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out
Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route
Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
Now they call me Snoopy Trump
I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
Now hat's a stain on a n***a, I bang on a n***a
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young n***a; I'm livin' the life!
[Hook] + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing)
[Hook] - w/o ab-libs