The Biggie Sound - Flash Life lyrics

[Big Sound talkin'] No smile, smilin' now! I'm back! Yeahhhhhhh [verse 1 - Big Sound] Biggie Sound is like the Big Poppa DJ Kidd is like the Junior M.A.F.I.A. I shot more than 6 shots 'n' the police will only index The n***az scream and I sent it to relax (yeah) She wants to Gucci and Prada, more than 16 sets It was very good in that beautiful flesh Suddenly, a camera and a flash 3 bullets pierce his clothes and chests It's too late, came out in the press (Oh!) The crime scene, pushed me and went flyin' No' me! Some bodies and people dyin' [chorus - Big Sound][2X] Going out in the press! My picture? My wallpaper? I'm chaser? I got style, I'm caked up! Going out in the press! I gotta lot of paper [verse 2 - MC Quita & (Big Sound)] Big you got styyyyyle I'm rollin' in his sheet, I got money too Big you're comin' home nowwwww I'm burnin' your hopes [bells] (Burn baby burn) Work Biggie work Plastic explosives, weapons of carbon fibre Handcuffs aluminum and a bottle of cider (Baby-baby - I'm fighter) I like playin' with fire (I'm crazy, no mo' like Michael Myers) Me twice as much as I can get in the bag Kiss me, kiss me and I move my a**sss (HoO!) [chorus - Big Sound][2X] Going out in the press! My picture? My wallpaper? I'm chaser? I got style, I'm caked up! Going out in the press! I gotta lot of paper [Big Sound talkin'] I left my n***az with marijuana And I'm going straight home! Hahaha [ - shots comin' from far away - ]