Chris "Cornbread" Cresco - Tonight lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G.] [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you loose teeth like Lil' Cease n***a please, blood floods your Dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Laugh now, cry later; I rhyme greater Than the average player hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though" Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes Short-change n***as, snort-'caine n***as Extortion came quicka', bought the Range, n***a Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be Till Lil' Cease crippled me Now I play hard, like my girl's nipples be The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know the rules Move from BK to New Jeruz; thinking 'bout All the planes we flew, b**hes we ran through Now the year's new, I lay my game flat I want my spot back--take two Motherf**ers mad cause I blew, n***as envious Too many n***as on my dick, sh** strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya; I ain't mad at 'cha Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin' Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something Sippin' White Russians, b**h in the Benz bumpin' I laced it with the basic, six TV's a system Knocking Mase sh**; face it, we hard to hit Guard your sh**, 'fore I stick you for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss [Hook: Joe Hooker] Y'all can't see this That this might be the night This might be the night that's right, that's right This might be the night (Kiss your a** goodbye) [Verse 2: Havoc] n***as playing they hands wrong, that's why they won't last long Finessed what I was dealt with from the day I was born While you bent up on that corner, n***as plotting and scheming Up in them little holes, be creeping with mad demons n***as know not to f** with my dough n***as know not to f** with this little bro, I'm ten seconds hit'n'go Black mask, black truck, chrome rims, chuk Timbs Enough to confuse any witness Strongest of calibers, is what we only travel with You gotta get hit, your man dead, so you got a hand in it Extort y'all, once friends, now we gotta cross y'all You know the n***as with the biggest balls set the new laws And flip fours, have 'em washing drawers while you up North Gat to your jugular, getting your salad tossed Overhearing n***as situations, singing like we thought Sitting on the stand with no remorse [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Yo, yo how we do n***as, I don't beef I shoot n***as If I can't get the main character, a few n***as then I don't need no gin to boost me I got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go I got fire in my heart, guns in my car Cash in my Carharts, it ain't hard to get em Like blaow when I hit em, the n***a sh** his drawers When the 40-pound hit him, the f** these n***as thought? Could it be the fame, maybe it's the 2 Benz or Would it be the same if I couldn't claim those? f**in with, hoes ?? co*k s**er beat it while you bleed it on the dashboard n***as get, what they hand call for, again bricks You get deaded, I get erections, over revenge Can you get a quiet spot in the shade, for a breeze I lay a n***a down and steam roll away ?? [Hook] X2 [Outro: Puff Daddy]