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Biggie (feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.)

Biggie (feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.)

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Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it The best that ever lived it Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh? That's how we do it y'all, yea To all my niggas in the house Bad Boy, who we die for All day, everyday nigga For the love of BIG, we bang out Since my man died, we don't hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out Mafia World, all my niggas max out We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out Coward niggas, most are burried down south Far from gangstas, really hush puppies niggas bearly speak when we discuss money niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny The realest niggas never took nuthin' from me Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix Ayo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel To all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Mafia Representin' Bucktown MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it Once I got it, I lock it Banger, big city boy with deep pockets See me speak, that paper better be the topic I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waitin' for a hard hit I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings I ain't got shit, I spray things, take things Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring My nigga Ill's holdin' it down from the Bean Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain Still ride, still die for BIG's name To all my thugs who puffed him All my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Mafia Representin' Bucktown MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera Do jukes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep We kept it thorough, from the heart rep the borough B.K. style, see BIG howl, now Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia World Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep Niggas tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths Know my gat will bust for my nigga To all my thugs who puffed him All my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Mafia Representin' Bucktown MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for You know Frank kept me iced out Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own 'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up BIG lives in us, shout him out To all my thugs who puffed him All my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Mafia Representin' Bucktown MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the cream Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring To all my thugs who puffed him All my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees

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