Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - n***as lyrics

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Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - n***as lyrics

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn "n***as!! (n***as!!)" To all my Uptown "n***as!! (n***as!!)" To all my Bronx "n***as!! (n***as!!)" To all my Queensbridge "n***as!! (n***as!!)" "n***a n***a n***a.." [Notorious B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick and kicks it quick, you know how black n***az get with the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin buckshots at n***az that open spots on the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a n***a style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a n***a wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherf**in back out That's a real n***a for ya [Chorus] [Notorious B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real n***a for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A., cause f** what she say She don't give a f** about your a** anyway Up North found first stop for the town of fist-sk**, where the hand sk**s are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pa** the ruler [Chorus 2X] [Notorious B.I.G.] Money hoes and clothes Blunt smoke comin out the nose, is all a n***a knows Flippin on foes, puttin tags on toes Watchin the stash grow, clockin the cashflow The neighborhood gravedigga Gettin paid so much, all the b**hes wanna see a n***a I guess they figure I'm paid, I wanna get laid or since I got loot I wanna knock boots I'd rather beat my dick than trick and if she don't s** then we don't f** I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-a** truck Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck Yes, flex at the two or three Benzes I wreck sh**, what the f** you expected? A fly guy? Well f** it, I'm the high guy from Bed-Stuy, puttin the swellin on your eye and your nose even, when I choke ya you stop breathin And when Jake come, I'm leavin! [Chorus 4X]