The Notorious B.I.G. - Wake Up Show lyrics

[Lil' Cease] Instantly we blaze trees, before these hoes swing low on Lil' Cease The friskiest mc quick the mix D.C. and Pepsi Have you broad trippin in my Ford Expedition listen Diamonds and rhyming put me back on top I pop wine with lime ins and the platinum drop For players at them drop ya was like looking shorty chocolate roch I suggest you jump out them clothes too We can go on and on like Erykah Badu Or we can get freaky in the Lex 450 while you lick me I'm doing sixty quickly, females and black tails down they hustle up Wanna cuddle up, you shy I'm your comforter, I know you love it huh I make you feel right if it's real tight young ho' aight? [The Notorious B.I.G.] I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release you lose teeth like Little Cease Player please blood floods your dungarees And that's just the half for my warpath Laugh now, cry later, I rhyme greater Then 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 a low doe be the cats with no dough try to play me at my show I pull out four fo's and go up in there clothes Short change, s*ut came, abortion came quicker Bought the range n***a. They still tickle me I used to be as strong as ripple be, till Little Cease crippled me Now I play hard like my girls nipples be The game's sour like a pickle be, y'all know the rules Moved from B.K. to New Jeruz Thinking about all the plains we flew, females we ran through Now the year's new I lay my game flat I want my spot back take two Mad because I blew players envious to many players on my... sh** strenuous when my men bust you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya' I ain't mad at ya' (we ain't mad at ya') Slugs rushin barba**ion(?) concussions Catch cases come out frontin, smoking something Sippin white Russians b**h in the Benz bumpin Laced it with the basic six TV's a system knocking mase Face it, we hard to hit, guard your sh**, before I hit you With your re-up light the P up, licked shots, woke your seed up Went in the ashtray sparked the weed up, long-kiss [The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm flaming gats, aiming at, these... Maniacs put my name in rap So part the game is that like it hustle backwards I smoke blackwoods and dutchies you can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go touchy touchy You bleeding lovely with your spirit above me Or beneath me your whole life you live sleepy Now you rest internally sleepy, you burn when you creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies baptize rap guys With the holy ghost I put holes in most you hold your toast shaky Flip and try to break me, look what you made me do Brains blew my team in the marine-blue, six coupe Skied it out weed it out... *Laughing * Yo man I can rhyme all night man Ay ay do your thing! I wanna curse man! Ay do your thing man! It's late man Go ahead man Ay just do your thing man, do your thing man [The Notorious B.I.G.] n***as in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fannies, spending chips at Mannies Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig piece, n***a decease Mwa, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four, and fifty-four draw There's my pilot, steers my leer, yes my dear sh**'s official, only, the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying The kids the dog, everybody dying -- no lying So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little to Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all -- d**h Controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody k**s you