Текст (слова) песни: Funkmaster Flex f Notorious B.I.G., The - Notorious B.I.G. & Da Lox Freestyle

 
[Funkmaster Flex] 
Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece 
You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece! 
Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time! 
 
[Styles] 
I`d rather not breathe than snitch 
And I love my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the clip 
Hit the rap game what`s the dope name 
I be a ?chick? named ?Lo Kane?, tellin ma I take her on my own fame 
Movin with, entrepeneurs, from the law 
Coke sniffin bitches hold the fort it`s off the wall 
Back to reality my mentality is fatality 
Niggaz makin way over they salary 
I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out 
Dubs me enough in one city to have it spray out 
Cartels bring in they coke, havin a weigh out 
Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit 
Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell ain`t shit 
Jail ain`t shit, God`ll just teach me quick 
If they put me in a cell then my ghost`ll drift 
Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength 
 
[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely 
Where them niggaz at? Them feds are sheisty 
See the problem`s that, you way too nice please 
Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be 
Don`t be like me, hard-headed, extroverted 
When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn 
You got one turn, I suggest you show 
me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo 
Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm 
Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms 
When I was born, I know I make the world darker 
The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya 
Like Bob Barker, if The Price is Right 
Lay your ass down for spite, anybody aight? 
Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps 
to Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts 
 
[Jadakiss] 
I got cats to spray for me, honeys that pay for me 
Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me 
Cats that spray for me, honeys that pay for me 
Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me 
 
[Shiek] 
Uhh, uhh, talkin to me doin shit for you, try God 
Cause after, runnin your cabbage you as good as retard 
Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did this to you 
Whirlpool maxin, lounge to the end 
Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz 
While y`all still fuckin with them twins from Flatte 
Somehow Vegas, tryin to strip Stacy Dash 
Fuck police talk black I`m the SHIT in New York 
Too many supercops nigga, you can have these blocks 
And these hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos 
Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my Porsche 
And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns hoarse 
 
[Jadakiss] 
Four minutes and twenty five seconds to your end 
You know it be the kiss, grantin your last wish 
Everybody wanna know who The Lox is 
Cause we ain`t spittin nuttin out but that hot shit 
Burnin trees, sippin mo`, eatin lobsters 
Up in the oriental joint, usin chopsticks 
Soon we gonna rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados 
Then all y`all players gonna hate us 
Cause everything we do stay gettin overlooked 
Now y`all be shook cause you dealin with real crooks 
I can`t lie for a while y`all cats was on us 
But now, if you can`t beat us, join us 
We tryin to blow lye with the Sultan of Brunei 
In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and sweaters 
Black In-5 with the headers 
Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers 
Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh
 

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