Skit (theme: none)

Push

C'mon, shorty, stay push, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, push it's almost there

One more time, c'mon

C'mon, push, baby, one more time

Harder, harder, push it harder

Push, push, c'mon

One more time, here it goes

I see the head!

Yeah, c'mon!

Yeah! Yeah!

You did it, baby, yeah!

Interlude (theme: none)

But if you lose, don't ask no questions why

The only game you know is do or diestyle: hyperbole

Ah-ha-ha

Hard to understand what a hell of a man...

Hip hop the hippie the hippie

To the hip hip hop and you don't stop

Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang

The boogie to the boogie that be

Now, what you hear is not a test...

Skit (theme: none)

God damn it, Voletta, what the fuck are you doin'?

You can't control that God damn boy? What?

I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting

What the fuck are you doin'? (Get your black ass the fuck off!)

You can't control that God—

I don't know what the fuck to do with that boy

What the fuck do you want me to do?

If— if you can't con— fucking control him

I'ma send him— (All you fucking do is bitch all day, motherfucker)

I'ma send him— Bitch, bitch, I—

I'ma send his motherfuckin' ass to a group home

God damn it, what? I'll smack the shit outta you, bitch! (Kick my black ass, motherfucker!)

What the fuck?

Yo— You— You are fucking up (Comin' in here, smellin' like sour socks, you dumb motherfucker)

I'ma fuck you up

Interlude (theme: none)

When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt

Gizmo's cuttin' up for thee

Suckers that's down with nei—

Skit (theme: wealth)

What, nigga, you wanna rob them motherfuckin' trains, you crazy?

Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin' right, nigga, yes

Nigga, what the fuck, nigga? We gonna get—

Nigga, it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?

Yeah, nigga, but, but, nigga—

Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker?

We need to get some motherfuckin' paper, nigga

Yeah, but nigga, it's a train, ain't nobody robbed no motherfucking train

Just listen, man, your mother giving you money, nigga?

My moms don't give me shit, nigga

It's time to get paid, nigga

Is you with me?

Motherfucker, is you with me?

Yeah, I'm with you, nigga, c'mon

Alright then, nigga, let's make it happen then

All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin' floor!

Get on the motherfucking floor!

Give me all your motherfucking money (And don't move, nigga!)

I want the fuckin' jewelry, give me every-fuckin'-thing

Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out! (Gimme your fuckin' money, motherfucker!)

Nigga, give me your jewelry, empty your pockets (Fuck you, bitch)

Get up off that shit

What the fuck you holding on to that shit for, bitch?

Interlude (theme: none)

I get money, money I got

Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot

Skit (theme: none)

Open C-74, Smalls

Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door

So how does it feel leaving us?

C'mon man, what kind of fucking question is that man?

Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog

Yeah, yeah, you'll be back

You niggers always are

Go ahead man, what the fuck is you hollering about?

You won't see me up in this motherfucker no more

We'll see I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahaha

Chorus (theme: none)

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? (Uh)

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side (Yeah)

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side (Yeah)

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Verse (theme: violence)

Remember back in the days when niggas had waves

Cazal shades and corn braids?

Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jelliestheme: money

Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly

Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews

With the neighborhood crews hanging on the avenues

Turn your pages to 1993

Niggas is getting smoked, G, believe mestyle: collo

Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick

'Cause real street niggas ain't having that shit

Totin' TECs for rep

Smoking blunts in the project hallwaystheme: drugs

Shooting dice all day

Waitin' for niggas to step up on some fightin' shit

We get hype and shit and start lightin' shit

So step away with your fistfight ways

Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days

But you don't hear me though

Chorus (theme: none)

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Verse (theme: violence)

No more coco-levio one, two, three

One, two, three, all it is to me is a mystery

I hear you motherfuckers talk about it

But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it

And I'm down with the shit, too

For the stupid motherfuckers want to try to use Kung-Fu

Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrappin'

Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens

When you sleep on the street

Little motherfuckers with heat wanna leave a nigga six feet deep

And we coming to the wake

To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherfucking fake

Back in the days our parents used to take care of ustheme: relationships

Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us

Calling the city for help because they can't maintain

Damn, shit done changed

Chorus (theme: none)

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Verse (theme: money)

If I wasn't in the rap game

I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack gametheme: drugs

Because the streets is a short stopstyle: alliteration

Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shottheme: drugs

Shit, it's hard being young from the slums

Eatin' five cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from

And now the shit's getting crazier and major

Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagersstyle: collo

Goin' out of town, blowing up

Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up

It make me wanna grab the nine and the shotty style: collo

But I gotta go identify the body

Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?

Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out

Shit, my mama got cancer in her breasttheme: family

Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed, things done changed

Chorus (theme: none)

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Back in the day

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

Intro (theme: none)

Yeah, motherfuckers better know

Huh, huh (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Lock your windows, close your doors

Biggie Smalls

Huh, yeah

(I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Verse (theme: violence)

My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib

Turned him self in, he had to do a bid

A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93

I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?theme: money

Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tighttheme: money

And I'm stressed

Yo, Biggie let me get the veststyle: dialogue

No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat

The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back

Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves (What?)

Treat it like boxin', stick and move, stick and movestyle: metaphor

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit

I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave shipsstyle: hyperboletheme: money

With the same clip and the same four-fivetheme: money

Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die

That's my word, nigga even try to bogard

Have his mother singin', "It's so hard"

Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude

Because the nigga play pussy

That's the nigga that's gettin' screwed

And bruised up from the pistol whippin'style: imagery

Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin'style: imagery

Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, tootheme: money

Up the herringbones and bamboos

I wouldn't give a fuck if you're tnangerp

Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendanttheme: money

I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquillestyle: simile, shit is real

When it's time to eat a meal I rob and stealtheme: money

'Cause mom duke ain't givin' me shit

So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutterstyle: doubleEntendretheme: money

Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous

Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel duststyle: simile

When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt napsstyle: metaphor

I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

Interlude (theme: money)

When he's stickin' you and takin' all of your money

Chorus (theme: money)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

Verse (theme: violence)

Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up!style: repetition

And I'm shootin' niggas quick if ya hiccup

Don't let me fill my clip up in ya back and headpiece

The opposite of peace, sendin' mom duke a wreath

You're talkin' to the robbery expert

Step into your wake with your blood on my shirt

Don't be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant

'Cause when I lick shots them shits is persistent

Goodness gracious, the paperstheme: money

Where the cash at? Where the stash at?theme: money

Nigga, pass that

Before you get your grave dug from the main thug

Three fifty-seven slug

And my nigga Biggie got a itchy one gripstyle: collo

One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip

Motherfuckers better strip, (Yeah, nigga, peel!)

Before you find out how blue steelstyle: collo feel

From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in ya sweater

The money-getter, motherfuckers know the pedi'

Rolex watches and colorful Swatches

I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop ittheme: money

Man, niggas come through, I'm takin' high school rings tootheme: money

Bitches get delgnarts for their earrings and banglestheme: money

And when I rock her and drop her, I'm taking her door knockerstheme: money

And if she's resistant: blakka, blakka, blakkastyle: onomatopoeiatheme: money

So go get your man, bitch, he can get robbed, too

Tell him Biggiestyle: thirdPerson took it, what the fuck he gonna do?

Man I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it

And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget it

Hey bitch, hey bitch, gimme your money bitch (When he's stickin' you and takin' all your money)

Chorus (theme: money)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (I'm a bad, bad, bad)

(What's mines is mines and what's yours is mine)

Verse (theme: violence)

Man listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet

Ooh, money looks sweettheme: money

Where at? In the Isuzu Jeep

Man, I throw him in the fiend you grab the fucking cream

And if he start to scream, bom-bom, have a nice dream

Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car

Fur coats and diamonds, she think she a superstartheme: money

Ooh, Biggie let me jack her, I'll kick her in the back

Hit her with the gat

Yo, chill, shorty, let me do that

Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block

The bitch act shocked getting shot on the spot

Oh shit, the cops

Be cool, fool

They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep looking?

I guess to get his life tooken

I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking

Oh shit, now he looking in my face

You better haul ass 'cause I ain't with no fucking chase

So lace up your boots, 'cause I'm about to shoot

A true motherfucker going out for the loottheme: money

Outro (theme: none)

Take that motherfuckers

Intro (theme: none)

Yeah

Verse (theme: reflection)

So you wanna be hardcore?

With your hat to the back

Talkin' about the gats in ya raps

But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin'

Maybe I'm dreamin'

This ain't Christopher Williamsstyle: allusion

Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some

To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy

I get up in that ass like a wedgiestyle: simile

Says who? Says me, the lyrical

Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"style: thirdPerson

Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me

Just for niggas actin' shifty

Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quickertheme: violence

Especially when I'm drunk off the liquortheme: drugs

Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-estheme: violence

It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolatesstyle: simile

The funk, baby

Chorus (theme: none)

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

Verse (theme: violence)

All I want is bitches, big-booty bitchestheme: sex

Used to sell crack so I could stack my richestheme: money

Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches

From stayin' in my business, what is this?

Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not

Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot

Don't mean I don't tote the Glock

Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen

Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh

I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now

Come on the Ave, I'm real hard to find now

'Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats

In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats

For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the (blue suits)

I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof

Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks

I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dicktheme: drugs

The funk, baby

Chorus (theme: none)

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (Uh)

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

Verse (theme: violence)

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side

How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside

Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests

Fifty-shot clip if a nigga want test

The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped yastyle: thirdPerson

High as a motherfuckin' helicopterstyle: simile

That's why I pack a Ninastyle: collo, fuck a misdemeanor

Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tinastyle: allusion simile

"What's love got to do..."style: allusion

When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew?

Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling gunsstyle: simile

I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tonstheme: drugs

Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life

Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipesstyle: simile

It's type, simple and plain, to maintain

I add a little funk to the brain

The funk, baby

Chorus (theme: none)

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

Verse (theme: none)

Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning?

Crack of dawn and 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 gambling spot and heard the intricate plot

Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaperstyle: simile, neighbor

Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper

Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville

That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?

Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect

Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect

I didn't say them

They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when

When you was clockin' minor figures

Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitrostyle: simile

And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slowstyle: imagerytheme: violence

So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you

I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do

Chorus (theme: money)

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper

Verse (theme: violence)

They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexustheme: money

With the Texas license plates out of state

They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetowntheme: money

And they heard you got half of Virginia locked downtheme: money

They even heard about the crib

You bought your moms out in Florida, the Fifth Corridor

Call the coroner!

There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'

If my burglar alarm starts ringin'

What ya think all the guns is for?

All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door

And I feed 'em gunpowder so they can devour

The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my creamstyle: collo

And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem

It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picturetheme: relationships

Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get yatheme: relationships

Bet ya Biggie won't slipstyle: thirdPerson

I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clipstyle: imagery

So I can rip through the ligaments

Put the fuckers in a bad predicament

Where all the foul niggas went

Touch my cheddar, feel my Berettastyle: collo

Buck what I'ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck

I bring pain, bloodstains on what remainsstyle: imagery

Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it

Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket

So I can reload and explode on your asshole

I fuck around and get hardcore

C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga

Feel the rough, scandalous

The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous

I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew

What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?style: thirdPerson

I'm not runnin', nigga, I bust my gun and

Hold on, I hear somebody comin'

Skit (theme: violence)

C'mon, motherfucker

Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can

Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on

Are we gettin' close, huh?

It's right over here

You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?

Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on

Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house

Fuck, right here

Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house

Oh shit

What? What's wrong?

What's that red dot on your head, man?

What red dot?

Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too

Oh shit!

Intro (theme: violence)

Yeah, yeah, you ready, motherfucker?

We gonna kill your ass, kill your ass

I'm ready

Verse (theme: violence)

As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiecestyle: imagery

One in the chamber, the safety is off, release

Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbagestyle: metaphor

Biggie Smalls the savagestyle: thirdPerson, doin' your brain cells much damage

Teflon is the material for the imperial

Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper

I drop lyrics off and on like a light switchstyle: simile

Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q-45

Glocks and TEC's are expected when I wreck shit

Respect is collected, so check it!

I got techniques drippin' out my butt cheeksstyle: metaphor

Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh

My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, Gstyle: simile

I'm ready to die, and nobody can save me

Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girltheme: relationships

My life is played out like a Jheri curlstyle: allusion

I'm ready to die!

Chorus (theme: violence)

Yes, I'm ready

Yes, I'm ready

Yes, I'm ready

So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die

Verse (theme: money)

As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook

Doin' whatever it took, from snatchin' chains to pocketbooks

A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road

I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sold

I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus

Gettin' paid is all I expected

My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?!

Now I've got a Glock makin' motherfuckers duck

Shit is real and hungry's how I feel

I rob and steal because that money got that whip appealtheme: violence

Kickin' niggas down the steps just for rep

Any repercussion lead to niggas gettin' wet

The infrared's at your head real steadystyle: imagery

You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready

Chorus (theme: violence)

Yes, I'm ready

Yes, I'm ready

I'm ready to die

Yes, I'm ready

So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die

Nah, we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer

Verse (theme: violence)

In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fuckin' neck

Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some wreckstyle: thirdPerson

Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin'

You better act like CeCestyle: simile allusion, and keep on walkin'

When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meatstyle: imagery

You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concretestyle: imagery

Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin'style: imagery

I'm rippin' MC's from Tallahassee to Compton

Biggie Smalls on a higher planestyle: thirdPerson

Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain

Make your shit splatterstyle: imagery

Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatterstyle: simile

After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slitstyle: imagery

Down your backbone to where your motherfuckin' shit dripstyle: imagery

The shit I kick rippin' through the veststyle: imagery

Biggie Smalls passin' any teststyle: thirdPerson

I'm ready to die!

Chorus (theme: violence)

Yes, I'm ready

Yes, I'm ready

I'm ready

Yes, I'm ready

Time to go, we gon' put you out your misery, motherfucker

Niggas definitely know what time it is (Yes, I'm ready)

The Notorious onestyle: thirdPerson in full effect for '93 (Yes, I'm ready)

Uhh, uhh Yes, I'm ready

Suicidal, I'm ready!

So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die

Yes, I'm ready

So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die

Outro (theme: none)

Now I lay me down to sleep (Yeah)

Pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

'Cause I'm ready to die

(I'm ready, I'm ready)

All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to

(I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)

Biggie Smalls the biggest manstyle: thirdPerson

(I'm Ready)

Rockin' on and on in '93, Easy Mo Beestyle: allusion

Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy famstyle: allusion

I don't wanna see no cryin' at my funeral

Intro (theme: sex)

All you hoes calling here for my daddy, get off his dick

Like that, mommy? *Beep*

Hi, daddy, how you doing? This is Tyiest

I was thinking about you last night, mm

You actin' like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all of that

But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?*Beep*

That shit is real fucked up what you did

I hooked you up with my girl and shit

You fucked her every time you see her

You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying?

And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you

"Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?" *Beep*

Yo, B.I.G., this is Quita

Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie at the mall and I know you ain't fucking her

You fucked with me last night

That's my best friend and we don't get down like that *Beep*

Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie

I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour

I don't know what's going on, motherfuckers trying to rob me

You be disappearing and shit, I'm waiting in the cold

What the fuck is going on?

When you get in give me a fucking call, alright?

Verse (theme: sex)

When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the Thrilla in Manilastyle: allusion

Honeys call me "Bigga the Condom Filler"

Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick

Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit

I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder

You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith

I get swift with the lyrical gift

Hit you with a dick, make your kidney shift

Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Dominostyle: allusion

I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow

So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans

I wear thirteens, know what I mean?

I'll fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick

Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit (See shit)

The next batter, here to shatter your bladderstyle: metaphor

It doesn't matter, skinny or fat or light-skinned or black

Baby, I drop these Boricua mamis screaming ¡Ay papi!style: exclamation

I love it when they call me Big Poppa

I only smoke blunts if they rolled proper

Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow

Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a four-four

For niggas getting mad 'cause they bitch chose me

A big black motherfucker with G, you see

All I do is separate the game from the truth

Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia

Getting physical like Olivia Newtstyle: simile allusion

Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia

So give me a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed

I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleedstyle: hyperbole

Even if your new man's a certified mack

You'll get that H-Town in ya, you want that old thing back

Chorus (theme: relationship)

Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know?

Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know?

Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know?

Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

Verse (theme: sex)

s my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwickstyle: allusion

Willie Dstyle: allusion, having nightmares of girls killing me?

She mad because what we had didn't last

I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass

Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale

The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins

Another honey's in the crib? Please, send her in

I fuck non-stopstyle: hyperbole, lick my lips a lot

Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking clits had to stop

'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below

Peep the funk flow

Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penisstyle: hyperbole

You never seen this stroke of genius

So take off your Timb boots and your body suitstyle: imagery

I mean the spandex and hit my man next

Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster

Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker

I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em

And if I'm caressing 'em I'm undressing 'em

Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York?

Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarkestyle: allusion

Or Tattoostyle: allusion, I got you wrapped around my dickstyle: doubleEntendre

And when I nut I got to split

Shit, backshots is my position

I got you wishing for an intermission, fuck the kissin'

Lickin' down to your belly button, I ain't frontin'

They don't call me big for nuttin' all of a sudden

Chorus (theme: relationship)

Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance

Skit (theme: sex)

(Jodeci song playing in the background and sound of Biggie and Lil Kim having sex on a bed.)

[Lil Kim]

Uuh, yeah, uh, oooh, oh yeah, mmm, yeah

Oh fuck me you black mothafucka, oooohh yeah!!! MMMMMM, Aaahhh

Oh fuck me you black Kentucky Fried Chicken eatin'

Ohhh, ooohhh, yeah

You mothafuckin' gangsta killin', mutha fuckin black mafia ass

Muthafuckin, you, ohhhhh my god

You chronic smokin', Oreo cookie eatin', pickle juice drinkin'

Chicken gristle eatin', biscuit suckin', MUTHAfucka

V8 juice drinkin', slim fast, blendin' black greasy muthafucka

OOOHHHHH

[Biggie]

What's my name?

[Lil Kim]

Biggie!

[Biggie]

What's my name?

[Lil Kim]

Biggie!

Oh yeah

(Sound of Biggie and Lil Kim falling off the bed)

[Biggie] I'm sorry

[Lil Kim] Ahhhh....

[Biggie] Oh shit. Damn

[Lil Kim] (laughing) Jenny Craig eatin' muthafucka

[Biggie] (laughing) Fuck you bitch...

Verse (theme: none)

I used to get feels on a bitch

Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shittheme: sex

And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie fillingstyle: simile

Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing

Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out

Like Arnold on that,"What you talking 'bout, Willis?"style: simile allusion

The thrill is gone,the Black Frank Whitestyle: allusion

Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes

Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel

I want the fucking fortune like the Wheelstyle: simile allusion

I squeeze gatsstyle: collo 'til my clips is emptytheme: violence

Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E...

Verse (theme: none)

...T-H-O-D Man, here I am

I'll be damned if this ain't some shit

Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit

It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja

Coming where you rest at, surrender

Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender

Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December

Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and

From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping

Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping

Acting as if it can't happen

Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something

Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something

So what you want nigga? You won't nigga

I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger

It's real,'94 rugged-raw

Kickin' down your goddamn door

And it goes a little something like this

Chorus (theme: none)

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit

Everything you get you gotta work hard for it

(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop

(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch

Verse (theme: violence)

Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew

Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU

I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew

I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like gluestyle: simile

Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit

Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get

And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental

I spark and they cells get warm

I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man

Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and

(Assume the position) Stop look and listen

I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch

Verse (theme: none)

Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placentatheme: sex

Cold as the pole in the winter

Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed

And when my MAC unloadsstyle: collo

I'm guaranteed another video

Ready to die, why I act that way?

Pop duke left mom duke,theme: family the faggot took the back way

So instead of making hoes suck my dick uptheme: sex

I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccupsstyle: simile

Excuse me, flows just grow through me

Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches

It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhanstyle: simile allusion

A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus

(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)

I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)

Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the headtheme: violence

Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so

Chorus (theme: none)

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit

And everything you get you gotta work hard for it

(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop

(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit

Everything you get you gotta work hard for it

(Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop

(And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch

Outro (theme: none)

Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (Yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)

Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)

Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)

My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)

Recognize (Yeah)

Intro (theme: reflection)

("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!)

Yeah, this album is dedicated

To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'

To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front oftheme: drugs

Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)

And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby

Verse (theme: reflection)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazinetheme: reflection

Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousinestyle: allusion

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Smokin' weed in Bambútheme: drugs, sippin' on Private Stock

Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack

With the hat to match

Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha

You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far

Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Tradestyle: simile allusion

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinnertheme: reflection

Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capristyle: allusion

Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starskistyle: allusion

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would

Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Chorus (theme: none)

You know very well (Yeah)

Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes)

Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha)

Reach for the stars (It's all good)

You had a goal (C'mon)

But not that many (It's all good)

'Cause you're the only one

I'll give you good and plenty (Check it)

Verse (theme: reflection)

I made the change from a common thieftheme: reflection

To up close and personal with Robin Leachstyle: allusion

And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peepsstyle: collotheme: drugs all day

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn waytheme: home

The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy,theme: drugs girls used to diss me

Now they write letters 'cause they miss me

I never thought it could happen, this rapping stufftheme: reflection

I was too used to packing gatsstyle: collo and stuff

Now honeys play me close like butter play toast

From the Mississippi down to the East Coast

Condos in Queens, indo for weeks

Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak

Living life without fear

Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear

Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool

Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high schooltheme: reflection

Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood

And it's still all good

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Chorus (theme: none)

You know very well (C'mon)

Who you are (Bankrolls)

Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes)

Reach for the stars (Mansions)

You had a goal

But not that many (It's all good)

'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty ('94)

Verse (theme: reflection)

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesisstyle: allusion

When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture thistheme: reflection

50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa

Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur

Phone bill about two G's flat

No need to worry, my accountant handles that

And my whole crew is loungin'

Celebrating every day, no more public housin'

Thinkin' back on my one-room shacktheme: reflection

Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her backstyle: collotheme: family

And she loves to show me off of coursetheme: family

Smiles every time my face is up in The Source

We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us

No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us

Birthdays was the worst days

Now we sip Champagne when we thirstytheme: drugs

Uh, damn right I like the life I live

'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga)

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Chorus (theme: none)

You know very well (Money)

Who you are (Hoes and clothes)

Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls)

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Reach for the stars (That's right)

You had a goal (It's all good)

But not that many (All good)

'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent)

I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon)

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Verse (theme: none)

Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)

Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)

Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch)

Chorus (theme: none)

You know very well

Who you are

Don't let 'em hold you down

Reach for the stars

You had a goal

But not that many

'Cause you're the only one

I'll give you good and plenty

Outro (theme: none)

Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga

Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga

Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga

It's all good

That's right, '94

And on and on, and on and on

You know very well

It's all good

Who you are

Yeah

Don't let 'em hold you down

Reach for the stars

Chorus (theme: reflection)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggletheme: drugs

Another day, another struggle (Right)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle (Right)

Verse (theme: reflecttion)

I know how it feel to wake up fucked uptheme: reflection

Pockets broke as hell,theme: moneyanother rock to sellstyle: collotheme: drugs

People look at you like you's the user

Sellin' drugs to all the losers,theme: drugs mad buddha abuser

But they don't know about your stress-filled day

Baby on the way, mad bills to paystyle: collotheme: money

That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce

And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit

I remember I was just like youtheme: reflection

Smokin' blunts with my crew,theme: drugs flippin' over 62's

'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G

I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate metheme: family

She was forced to kick me out, no doubttheme: family

Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South

Packed up my tools for my raw power move

Glock 19 for casket and flower moves

For chumps tryin' to stop my flow

And what they don't know will show on the autopsytheme: violence

Went to see Papi to cop me a brickstyle: collotheme: drugs

Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it

Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court

For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York

Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Manstyle: simile allusion

You better have your gat in handstyle: collo, 'cause man

Chorus (theme: reflection)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggletheme: drugs

Another day, another struggle (Right)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle (Right)

Verse (theme: reflection)

I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland

With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects

They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs

And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?"

I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack

In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stashstyle: collotheme: drugs

I wait for hon to make some quick cash

I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassedstyle: collo

At last, I'm literally loungin', black

Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stackstheme: money

Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps

Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeeps

See who got smoked,style: collo what rumors was spread

Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head

Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder

We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carterstyle: simile allusion

Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard oftheme: violence

By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners

And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch

I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich

Conspiracy, she'll be home in three

Until then I looks out for the whole family

A true G, that's me, blowin' like a bubble

In the everyday struggle

Chorus (theme: reflection)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggletheme: drugs

Another day, another struggle (Right)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle (Right)

Verse (theme: reflection)

I'm seein' body after body and our mayor Giulianistyle: allusiontheme: violence

Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gottistyle: metaphor allusion

My daughter use a potty so she's older now

Educated street knowledge, I'ma mold her now

Trick a little dough buyin' young girls fringes

Dealin' with the dope fiend binges, seein' syringestheme: drugs

In the veins, hard to explain how I maintain

The crack smoke make my brain feel so strangetheme: drugs

Breakin' days on the set, no sweat

Drunk off Moët,theme: drugs can't bag yet because it's still wet

But when that dry, baggin' five at a time

I can clock about nine on the check cashin' line

I had the first and the third, rehearse, that's my word

Thick in the game, D's knew my first name

Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared

Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC with air holes

Interlude (theme: none)

And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, motherfucker

Hah, come on, what you say?

Chorus (theme: reflection)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle (Right)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle (Right)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle (Right)

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door

I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle (Right)

Outro (theme: none)

Junior M.A.F.I.A. right

Yeah, rock on, woo!

Biggie Smalls, right

Junior M.A.F.I.A

Intro (theme: violence)

Yo let— let— let me ask you a question, yo

Yo, would you kill for me?

Hmm, yeah

Uh, the act of making love— (Haa)

What took you so long to answer motherfucker?

I don't know

The fuck wrong with you, bitch?

Verse (theme: relationships)

When I met you, I admit, my first thoughts was to trick

You look so good, huh, I'll suck on your daddy's dick

I never felt that way in my lifetheme: reflection

It didn't take long before I made you my wifetheme: relationships

Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze

Comin' to the crib,style: collo even had a set of keys

During the days you helped me bag up my nickelsstyle: collotheme: drugs

In the process, I admit, I tricked a littlestyle: collotheme: reflection

But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch

Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' richtheme: money

And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right

I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you righttheme: violence

Chorus (theme: none)

Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch

(But you know you love that ass, don't you?)

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch

(Yeah, no question, no question)

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah

(Yo, let me ask you another question)

Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah

(What?)

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah

(You been fuckin' 'round on me?)

Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch

(Why would I do that?)

Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah

(Yo, don't lie to me, motherfucker)

Just me and my bitch

Verse (theme: relationships)

Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh, no, that's not my steelostyle: collo

I wanna bitch that like to play ceelo and crapsstyle: similetheme: relationships

Packin' gats in a Coach bag,style: collosteamin' dime bagsstyle: collotheme: drugs

A real bitch is all I want, all I ever hadtheme: relationships

With a bop just as strong as me

Totin' guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me

Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it

One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet

Throwin' my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows

I see my Polos and Timbos

Hide my car keys so I can't leave

A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve

And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly

She'll invite me, politely, to fight, G

And then we lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together

Chorus (theme: none)

Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah

(Nigga, nigga, if I ever)

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch

(Catch your ass fuckin' around)

Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah

(I'll cut your motherfuckin' dick off)

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch

(Haha)

Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah

(Stop playin')

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch

(I ain't pl— ain't— ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes)

Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah

(Ain't no jokes)

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch

(Yo, don— don't play with my dick)

Verse (theme: relationships)

She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies

Didn't hesitate to squeezestyle: collo to get my life out of dangertheme: violence

One day, she put 911 on the pager

Had to call back, whether it's minor or major

No response, the phone just rung

Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem

When I pulled up, police was on the scene

Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean

Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes

Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes

It didn't take long before the tears start

I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the hearttheme: violence

And I know it was meant for me

I guess the niggas felt they had to kill the closest one to me

And when I find 'em your life is to an end

They killed my best friend, me and my bitch

Chorus (theme: none)

Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh

Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah

Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh

Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah

Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch

Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah

Just me and my bitch

Skit (theme: reflection)

Let's get started then

So when did you first start rappin'?

Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18

So how did you first get started? Who influenced you?

Ain't nobody really influenced me, you know what I'm saying?

I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what I'm saying? Had to get up off that, you know

I see. So where you from?

Brooklyn

Intro (theme: none)

Uh, uh, check it out (Yeah) , uh

Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (He-he)

Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah

Nine-fo' (Keep bangin')

Verse (theme: relationships)

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace

Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (Uh)

Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis?

The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find metheme: drugs (What?)

The back of the club, mackin' hoesstyle: collo, my crew's behind me (Uh)

Mad question askin'style: collo, blunt passin'theme: drugs

Music blastin', but I just can't quit

Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (That's right)

Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? (Uh)

Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?

Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed

Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy (Come on)

No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes

C-notes by the layersstyle: collotheme: money, true fuckin' players (Uh)

Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3

I got the chronic by the tree cuzstyle: collotheme: drugs (Let's go)

Chorus (theme: relationships)

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the placetheme: violence (Why?)

'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby (Uh) , baby (Uh)

Verse (theme: relationships)

Straight up, honey, really I'm askin'

Most of these niggas think they be mackin'style: collo, but they be actin'

Who they attractin' with that line (What?) ,"What's your name? What's your sign?"

Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (That's right)

And ask you what your interests are, who you be with

Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial

You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew

We can rendezvous at the bar around 2 (Come on)

Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease (Uh-huh)

Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunttheme: drugs

So we can steam on the way to the tellystyle: collotheme: drugs, go fill my belly (G)

A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape

Conversate for a few, ‘cause in a few we gon' do

What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (True)

Forget the telly—we just go to the crib

And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke Lsstyle: collo while you do metheme: drugs

Chorus (theme: relationships)

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player (Come on, yeah)

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh)

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place theme: violence (Why?)

'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh)

Verse (theme: money)

(How you livin', Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benzes

Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous

Tremendous cream: fuck a dollar and a dream (Heh)

Still tote gats,style: collo strapped with infrared beamstheme: violence (That's right) (What?)

Choppin' Os (Uh-huh) , smokin' la in Optimosstyle: collotheme: violence

Money, hoes and clothes: all a nigga knows (All a nigga knows)

A foolish pleasure? Whatever

I had to find the buried treasure (For what?) , so grams I had to measure

However, livin' better now, Coogi sweater now

Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend

Interlude (theme: relationships)

Yeah, honey, check it

Tell your friends to get with my friends

And we can be friends

Shit, we can do this every weekend (That's right) , alright?

Is that aight wit' you?

Yeah, keep bangin'

Chorus (theme: relationships)

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies (Uh)

I love it when you call me Big Poppa

You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place theme: violence (Why?)

'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby (Uh)

Outro (theme: none)

Check it out

Nine-fo' shit for that ass, uh

Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Represent, baby, baby, uh

Intro (theme: none)

No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)

Cuh dis ah '94 when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun

Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah

Watch this, lawd

Chorus (theme: none)

Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem

Gun men alone, keep gun men friend

Fire bun, fi all the informer dem

Informer lone keep informer friend

Verse (theme: reflection)

1970 something, nigga I don't sweat the date

My moms is late so I had to plan my escapetheme: family

Out the skins, in this world of fly girls

Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call hurltheme: drugs

Ten months in this gut, what the fuck?

I wish moms would hurry up so I could get bucktheme: family

Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit

New York, New York, ready for the likes of thistheme: home

Then came the worst date, May 21st

2:19, that's when my mama water bursttheme: family

No spouse in the house so she rode for self

To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help

Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck

I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step

I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy

The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy"

Chorus (theme: none)

Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem

Gun men alone, keep gun men friend

Fire bun, fi all the informer dem

Informer lone keep informer friend

Verse (theme: reflection)

Now I'm thirteen, smoking bluntstheme: drugs, making cream

On the drug scene, fuck a football teamtheme: drugs

Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen

Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream

I mean, I want to blow up, stack my dough upstyle: collotheme: money

So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up

Mom said that I should grow up and check myselftheme: family

Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself

Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it

Scarface, King of New York,style: allusion I want to be it

Rap was secondary, money was necessarytheme: money

Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary

C74-Mark 8 set me straight

Not able to move behind the great steel gate

Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?

All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

Chorus (theme: none)

Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem

Gun men alone, keep gun men friend

Fire bun, fi all the informer dem

Informer lone keep informer friend

Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem

Gun men alone, keep gun men friend

Fire bun, fi all the informer dem

Informer lone keep informer friend

Verse (theme: reflection)

Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons

Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisingtheme: family

Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night

Keep ducking cops on the creep all night

As I open my eyes and realizing I changedtheme: reflection

Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game

And to my niggas living street life

Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest

Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping

In the streets without a gat?style: collo Nah, nigga you're slipping

If I'm dipping on The F with weed on my breath

Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC

Respect to the macks in the Ac'sstyle: collo

To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

Chorus (theme: none)

Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem

Gun men alone, keep gun men friend

Fire bun, fi all the informer dem

Informer lone keep informer friend

Verse (theme: none)

Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing

In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja

Have mercy!

The gunman in all de party

And everybody feel irie

And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me

Have mercy

The wul ah we in ah de party

And everybody look irie

Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy

Do it

Outro (theme: none)

No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self

Cuh we nuh watch nuh this girl seen?

The hardcore thing we ah deal with

Oh yes, we are the best

No other guy can test

Skit (theme: sex)

Shit, Mami, damn, why you actin like that, man?

'Cause I don't be doin' this

I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'

It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying

But you know I don't do this

I don't even know how to do this

I'm just sayin', jus— just a little peck Mami, for daddy

Just a little peck

Like that?

That's what I'm sayin', yeah

You know I don't be doin' this though

You know that

Whatever bitch!

Intro (theme: sex)

No, fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes

All my niggas know

Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, Gucci Don,style: allusion you know how we play

Fuckin' scandalous-ass bitches

You know how it go, Gooch theme: sex

I meet a bitch, fuck a bitch theme: sex

Next thing you know, you fuckin' a bitchtheme: sex

You just pass around shit, pass the shit like a cold and shittheme: sex

Fuck 'emtheme: sex

Verse (theme: violence, relationship)

Now when I'm fucking off gin I'm invincible

Don't love no ho, that's my principle

'Cause, uh, bitches come (And uh ) bitches go (Uh)

That's why I get my nut and I be out the fucking door (You know)

They might be the one to set me up

Want to get they little brother to wet me up

That's why I tote TECs and stuff, to get them off my case

Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced

I don't give a bitch enough to catch the bus

And when I see the semen I'm leaving

Bitches be scheming, I kid you not

That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cockedtheme: violence

One ho said, Big, why you so hard on us?

Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous? theme: relationships

Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitchtheme: relationships

'Cause when I like you, then you go and fuck my friend, bitchtheme: relationships

And you know that ain't righttheme: relationships

Chorus (theme: N/A)

You know that ain't right with a friend of minestyle: repetition

You know that ain't right with a friend of minestyle: repetition

You know that ain't right with a friend of minestyle: repetition

You know that ain't right with a friend of minestyle: repetition

Verse (theme: N/A)

You see, I don't sweat these hoes

I keep them in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds

Bitches just like to play the merry-go

Yeah we know, drop the scenario

It was me, Dee, the MPV

The blunts and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang

M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch

Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit

Light the blunt clip and recognize a pimp

Needless to speak, the G's obsolete

Don't sleep, banged the skins in a week

On the creep up the avenue

I seen her on the block, who she rapping to?

That's my nigga Dee, damn he got G

Now she fucking him and fucking me, see

You know that ain't right

Chorus (theme: N/A)

You know that ain't right with a friend of mine

You know that ain't right with a friend of mine

You know that ain't right with a friend of mine

You know that ain't right with a friend of mine, uh

Verse (theme: relationships, sex)

Now I play her far like a moon play a startheme: relationships

She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap startheme: relationships

I be cruising up the block, I be passing hertheme: relationships

Pimping hardstyle: collo with a female passengertheme: relationships

And the only time I call her to hangtheme: relationships

Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gangbangtheme: relationships

She should have used her intuitiontheme: relationships

Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listentheme: relationships

She's saying I dissed her 'cause I'm fucking her sistertheme: relationships

A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uhtheme: relationships

But she started that fucking familytheme: relationships

She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? (True) theme: relationships

Plus your sister look better than youtheme: relationships

Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than youtheme: relationships

So break the fuck out like a rashtheme: relationships

I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty asstheme: relationships

Chorus (theme: N/A)

You know that ain't right with a friend of minestyle: repetition

You know that ain't right with a friend of minestyle: repetition

You know that ain't right with a friend of minestyle: repetition

You know that ain't right with a friend of minestyle: repetition

Intro (theme: N/A)

Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repitition (Uh)

What? (Uh)

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repitition

(Uh)

Biggie Smalls, Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smallsstyle: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repetition

Uh, yeah

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repetition

Verse (theme: home, violence, allusion, drugs)

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesanttheme: home, the livest one

Representing BK to the fullesttheme: home

Gats, I pull it

Bastards ducking when B.I.G. be bucking

Chickenheads be clucking, in my back room fucking

It ain't nothing

They know B.I.G. be handling

With the MAC in the Ac' door paneling

Bandaging MC's, oxygen, they can't breathe

Mad tricks up the sleeve

Wear boxers so my dick can breathe

Breeze through in the Q

Forty-five by my side, lyrical high

And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches

Get smoked like Dutches from the mastertheme: violence

Hate to blast ya but I have totheme: violence

You see I smoke a lottheme: violence

Your life is played out like Kwamestyle: allusion

And them fucking polka dots

Who rock the spot? Biggie

You know how the weed go, unbelievabletheme: drugs

Chorus (theme: N/A)

It's unbelievablestyle: repetition

Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repetition

It's unbelievable style: repetition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repetition

It's unbelievable style: repetition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repetition

It's unbelievable style: repetition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repetition

Verse (theme: violence, drugs)

B-I-G, G-I-E

A-K-A., B-I-G

Get it? Biggie

Also known as the bon appétit

Rappers can't sleep need sleeping

B.I.G. keep creeping

Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treatingtheme: violence

Dumb rappers need teaching Lesson A: Don't fuck with B-I

That's that "Oh I, thought he was wack"

Oh, come, come now, why y'all so dumb now

Hunt me or be hunted

I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways

To simmer sauté, I'm the winner all day

Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway

My forte causes Caucasians to say

"He sounds demented"

Car weed scented, if I said it, I meant ittheme: drugs

Bite my tongue for no one

Call me evil, or unbelievable

Chorus (theme: N/A)

It's unbelievable style: repetition

Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repetition

It's unbelievable style: repetition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repitition

It's unbelievable style: repitition

Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repitition

It's unbelievable style: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repitition

Verse (theme: violence, death)

Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus coupestheme: violence

Leave no witnesses, what you think this is?

Ain't no amateurs here

I damage and tear, MC's fear me

They too near not to hear me

Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream

One thousand grams of uncut to the gut

It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill

Trying to play gorilla when you ain't no killer

The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver

Get ready to die, tell God I said hitheme: violence

And throw down some ice for the nicest MC

Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable

Chorus (theme: N/A)

It's unbelievable style: repitition

Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repitition

It's unbelievable style: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repitition

It's unbelievable style: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repitition

It's unbelievablestyle: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repitition

Outro (theme: N/A)

It's unbelievable style: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repitition

'Believable style: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repitition

'Believable style: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest style: repitition

Biggie Smalls— Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls style: repitition

Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illeststyle: repitition

Intro (theme: N/A)

Hello?

Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man?

Oh, God damn

Nigga, do you know what time it is?

Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on?

You aight?

Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Verse (theme: violence, family, reflection)

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell style: reflection

Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell style: reflection (What you talkin' 'bout, man?)

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man)

God'll probably have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick lickedtheme: sex

Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dicetheme: violence (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga)

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah)

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion theme: family

She don't even love me like she did when I was youngertheme: family (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga)

Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hungertheme: family

I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?theme: reflection

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B)

My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's twotheme: family

Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you)

I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit theme: violence

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shittheme: violence (Nigga, what the fuck?)

And squeeze until the bed's completely redtheme: violence (It's too late for this shit, man)

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha headtheme: reflection

The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man)

Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leavetheme: violence

I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me theme: reflection

But nah, you wouldn't understand (Nigga, talk to me please, man!)

You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jackstyle: allusion

Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out)

Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? style: allusion (I'ma call you when I get in the car)

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?)

My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!)

She know me and her sisterhad somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)

Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga)

I'm sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that, I'm sick of bitches hawkin')

( Ayo) Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!)

*Gunshot*style: onomatopeia

(Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big!)

Outro (theme: N/A)

Please hang up and try your call again style: repetition

Please hang up - Is a recordingstyle: repetition

Intro (theme: N/A)

As we proceed to give you what you need (Uh)

9-5, motherfuckersstyle: repetition

Get live, motherfuckers

As we proceed to give you what you need

9-5, motherfuckersstyle: repetition

Get live, motherfuckers (Now turn the mics up)

As we proceed to give you what you need (Turn that mic up)

(Yeah, that beat is knocking, I need that mic up, though)

(Turn that shit the fuck up)

East Coast, motherfuckers (Uh, what?) Bad

Boy, motherfuckers (Turn it up louder, yeah, uh)

As we proceed to give you what you need

J.M., motherfuckers style: repetition

J.M., motherfuckersstyle: repetition (Uh)

9-5, motherfuckersstyle: repetition (Uh)

Verse (theme: home, violence, money)

Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streetstheme: home

It's on, nigga, fuck all that bickerin' beef

I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek

Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet

Thunderin', shakin' the concrete

Then the shit stop when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shotstheme: violence

Saw me in the drop, three and a quartertheme: violence

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughtertheme: violence

Old school, new school need to learn though

I burn, baby, burn, like "Disco Inferno"style: allusion

Burn slow like blunts with yayo

Peel more skins than Idaho Potato

Niggas know; the lyrical molesting is taking place

Fucking with B.I.G., it ain't safe theme: violence

I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses theme: violence

Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers theme: violence

Big Poppa smash fools, bash foolstheme: violence

Niggas mad because I know that cash rules theme: money

Everything around me, two Glock ninestheme: money

Any motherfucker whispering about mines (And I'm)

And I'm Crooklyn's finest (Crooklyn's finest) theme: home

You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this (Bad Boy's behind this)

Interlude (theme: home, drugs)

As we proceed to give you what you need (What?)

9-5, motherfuckers (What?) style: repetition

Get live, motherfuckers

As we proceed to give you what you need (What?)

East Coast, motherfuckerstheme: home

Bad Boy, motherfuckers

Get high, motherfuckers style: repetition

Get high, motherfuckers (Uh uh) style: repetition

Smoke blunts, motherfuckerstheme: drugs (Uh)

Get high, motherfuckers (9-5, uh) style: repetition

Ready to die, motherfuckers (Uh)

9-5, motherfuckers (Uh) style: repetition

Verse (theme: sex, money, drugs, violence)

I seen the light excite all the freaks

Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps

Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back

Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?

I switches all that, cocksucker, G's upstyle: collo

One false move, get Swiss cheesed upstyle: collo

Clip to TEC, respect, I demand it

Slip and break the 11th Commandment

Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa

Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you

I feel for you, like Chaka Khan, I'm the don

Pussy when I wanttheme: sex, Rolex on the armtheme: money

You'll die slow but calm

Recognize my face so there won't be no mistake

So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga

Brave nigga, turned front page nigga

Puff Daddystyle: allusion flips daily

I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys theme: drugs

On the rockstheme: drugs, tote Glocks at christenings theme: violence

Hammer cock, in the fire position and -theme: violence

Interlude (theme: violence)

style: dialogue

Come here, come here (It ain't gotta be like that, B.I.G.)

Open your fucking mouth, open your—

Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh?style: repetition

Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh?style: repetition

(Come on, man Look at you now, huh? Come on, man) style: repetition

Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?theme: violence

Bitch-ass nigga, what? Who shot ya?

Outro (theme: N/A)

To give you what you need

9-5, motherfuckersstyle: repetition

Get live, motherfuckers

Get high, motherfuckerstheme: drugs (Who shot ya?)

Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah!

As we proceed (Who shot ya?)

To give you what you need

9-5, motherfuckersstyle: repetition

East Coast, motherfucker (Who shot ya?)

West Coast, motherfuckers (Uh) style: repetition

West Coast, motherfuckers, hah!style: repetition

As we proceed to give you what you need style: repetition

As we proceed to give you what you needstyle: repetition (As we proceed to give you what you need)

Get live, motherfuckers style: repetition

Get live, motherfuckers (Get live, motherfuckers) style: repetition

9-5, motherfuckers (9-5, motherfuckers) style: repetition

Get money, motherfuckerstheme: money

As we proceed to give you what you need (As we proceed to give you what you need) style: repetition

Get live, motherfuckers (Get live, motherfuckers) style: repetition

9-5, motherfuckers style: repetition

J.M., motherfuckers style: repetition

J.M., motherfuckersstyle: repetition

As we proceed style: repetition

To give you what you need 9-5style: repetition

Verse (theme: drugs, sex)

As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks theme: drugs

Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex theme: sex

I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBellestyle: allusion theme: sex

Ooh, Regina Belle,style: allusion she'd probably do me swelltheme: sex

Jasmine Guy was fly, Mariah Carey'sstyle: allusion kinda scary theme: sex

Wait a minute, what about my honey, Mary? Them jeans, they fitting like a glove theme: sex

I had a crush on you since Real Love, huh theme: sex

Hold your horses I'ma show you who the boss of intercourse is theme: sex

Sex, I'm taking no losses theme: sex

Even groups like SWV and TLCstyle: allusion can't see B.I.G. with telepathy

The recipe, a pinch of hardcore with a gun

Pimpin' ain't easy, but it sure is fun

When I bust my nuts I bust 'em one by one theme: sex

So what's the 4-1-1, hun?

Chorus (theme: sex)

Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')style: repetitiontheme: sex

Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin') style: repetition theme: sex

Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') style: repetition theme: sex

Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin')style: repetitiontheme: sex

Verse (theme: sex)

I'll put Chanté Moorestyle: allusion pussy in stitches theme: sex

I'll fuck RuPaulstyle: allusion before I fuck them ugly-ass Xscape bitches theme: sex

You can 76 the 69, try 68 theme: sex

Make Raven-Symoné style: allusioncall date rapetheme: sex

Only 'cause I'm paid, I'm fucking all of Jade theme: sex

And my DJ Zhanéstyle: allusion, he likes it when they say "Everybody move your body" theme: sex

Got Whitney Houstonstyle: allusionboosting from Bobbystyle: allusion theme: sex

As I bust the cherry of Monica and Terristyle: allusion theme: sex

Back shots to Chakastyle: allusion, I know that pussy hairy theme: sex

Sade, ooh, I know that pussy tight theme: sex

Smack Tina Turnerstyle: allusion give her flashbacks of Ikestyle: allusion theme: sex

Smoke a stoge, fuckin' En Vogue because it's four of them theme: sex

Jimmy hats for Patrastyle: allusion, I'm using all of them theme: sex

(What about Toni Braxton?style: allusion) theme: sex

If that bitch give me action, guaranteed satisfactiontheme: sex

Chorus (theme: sex)

Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')style: repetitiontheme: sex

Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', I'm sayin') style: repetitiontheme: sex

Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin') style: repetitiontheme: sex

Dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch (I'm just playin, but I'm sayin')style: repetitiontheme: sex

Outro (theme: sex)

You know what I'm sayin', Tim, man?

I ain't tryna diss the honeys

You know what I'm sayin'?(I'm just playin', I'm sayin')style: repetition

I just be buggin'style: collo, you know what I'm sayin'?

I ain't tryna disrespect nobody, you know?

I'm just buggin' outstyle: collo, you know? (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')style: repetition

You know the flavor of the Junior M.A.F.I.A. cliquestyle: allusion

Know what I'm sayin'?

Buttnaked Tim Dawg style: allusionin the motherfuckin' house

I'm just playin' (I'm just playin', but I'm sayin')style: repetition

We're just havin' a little fun

Ain't no harm done, B(I'm just playin', I'm sayin')style: allusion

But I would hit all of y'alltheme: sex