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Yeah. Motherfuckers better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah.

Verse One:

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of `93

When the lala hits
The lyrics jus splits you
Head so hard that ya hat can't fit you
Either I'm with ya or against you
Form that bent you
Back thru the maze I sent you
Talkin to tha rap inventor
Nigga wit the game tight

Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon

Verse One:

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

меня никто не понимает, со мной никто не хочет дружить
вокруг одни жиды, я пошел в столовую, дрожь земли
со слезами на глазах наклянчу на пиццу и несквик
животу в моем болохоне стало очень тесно
и так сижу вместо урока в толчке, наматываю туалетную бумагу на кулак
мне некуда идти, да и зачем да и куда
Сашок не бей меня, я проведу контр атаку
люблю дрочить на копро и тентакли

So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
that you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie

[Puff Daddy]
Йо, дай, дай, дай мне задать тебе вопрос
Ты смогла бы убить за меня?
[Девушка]
Мммм… да
[Puff Daddy]
Из-за чего ты так медлила с ответом, мать твою?
[Девушка]

I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts

Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Good evenin ladies and gentlemen
How's everybody doin tonite?
I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha
I like this young man, because, when he came out
he came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy
Ha, I like that
So everybody in the house, give a warm, round of applause for

выношу баб своим лоу киком
я злой потому что на серверах Варфэйса меня кикают
все ачвики открыты, удар с разворота, стиль тигра
додики из 8 класса в туалетах мой стафф катируют
прихожу в мечеть и устраиваю там тир
тренеруюсь у себя в квартире с катаной
я не годен к армии, там сказали что я умственно отсталый
открыл ачивку в Варфэйсе словно ящик Пандоры

Verse One:

Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin
with the mac in the Ac' door paneling

Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper

"Whatchu Want"
(feat. Jay-Z)

[BIG]
Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hard hard core, harder than a Plymouth

As we proceed to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers, get live motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers, get live motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up, turn that mic up
Yeah, that beat is knockin' to that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up, uh, what?
Turn it up louder, yeah, uh

As we proceed to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers, get live motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers, get live motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up, turn that mic up
Yeah, that beat is knockin' to that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up, uh, what?
Turn it up louder, yeah, uh