[Hook:]
Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck!
So I grab my gun
A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon
Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun!
[Biggie]
I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick
Give your testicles a swift kick ain't that some sh**
Am I hard-hardcore harder than the Plymouth
It ain't no myth. It's a n***a with a spliff
And a chrome four-fifth pressed on yo back
So what you want n***a?
How you wanna act?
I'm uncivilized cause I love to see n***as die
Brains all leaking out on the street
And the pastor preaching: he was a good man
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis
You f** with the high die you die
You're the same motherf**er
If you look up in the sky
I want some old nex sh**
Suplex sh**
Hardcore s** sh**
[Hook:]
Grab the 9, 2 clips and run a muck!
So I grab my gun
A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon
Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun!
[Biggie]
A repetitive loop all I need to display
Solo is the proof I put it to you boy
Hope you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls the rap genius
I keep the Glock by the penis
The cleanest cut f** s*uts
With the big humongous bu*ts
I used to rub a bu*t
My style is Gucci like the hookers p**y
And it don't take a lot of back talk
To push me into flamin 'em
Like that little n***a Damien
Glock 19 to my motherf**ing cranium
Gang-thight gun toting motherf**er
n***as in they brains thought biggie was a s**er
I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I snitched 'em
I stripped 'em, cause n***as dont want the friction
Told you before how I bring the drama
Slaying Larry Johnson and his grand mama!
[Hook:]
Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck!
So I grab my gun
A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon
Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun!
[Biggie]
f** around and feel the fury of a high n***a when I get busy, throw ya hands in the sky n***a I got the illest of the ill mentality
n***as be grabbing me, knowing that they rather be stabbing me
All up in my back, try'na take my track
When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your j**els
A n***a front throw a gat to the fool next one to move is getting blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto ba*tard
As I release Master piece it's like indecent
Stuck to your a** like tissue when you're wiping fast
MC's have a hard time believin'
I'm marked with d**h hard to k** like Steven
With Jacob I'm leavin' the black man's motto: "You got a better chance playing lotto"
[Hook:]
Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck!
So I grab my gun
A fist-full of bullets, a chest full of teflon
Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun!