Yeah! My money says somethin' special! We're able to charm Let us all together put it all - down! Gold, Bentley GT and fascination are around It's life the way is to spend the money
shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my money
CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know [chorus - Biggie Sound
's a long road ahead of us, I hope that your night's crispy Queensbridge, a trife city dilapidated slums I've seen political homicides and crack related ones Pac and Biggie
stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!) Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!) It ain't hard to tell
ha, check out this bizarre Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein' Will reach the fuckin' ceiling
Big! [chorus] I got money (I got, I got it) I got money (I got, I got it) It's Big! I got money (I got, I got it) I got money (I got, I got it) [computerized
Corolla Don't mix money with your bitch Don't burn cream Burn it into that jeannnnns Biggie is the pimp that song Your pleasure with my bitch is over My money
' back (yea! yea!) I'm comin' back (yea! yea!) I'm comin' back (yea! yea!) The Big Sound is puttin' it all down... down... down!!! [Big Sound talkin']
I do Talk of my sound, nigga down Listen nigga I came to do what I do Talk of my sound, nigga down (Officer down) [50 Cent & (Biggie Sound) talkin'] Yo Biggie
with the Big Sound) Toss around (now get down with the Big Sound) [verse2] If I speak in Johnnie "Walking" You still talk about Johnnie "Walking" (haha) Biggie
CD, the case was a jewel And I refused to burn money, I'm saving green in my room You walk in and think it was FernGully And beef wasn't allowed, Pac was next to Biggie
's 2 a.m. just getting in about to check my message no one has called but my homies and some bill collectors cellular rings somebody wants to borrow money
wave em like you just dont care Getting down with these sureshot sounds Somebody say Oh Yeah Braggin and boastin Carrying toast and Riding my bike Flatbush, just coastin Money
to spit So never questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it Graffitti filled testament Cormega talking: Yeah motherfuckers to east to west the money green on your side the money
(ron isley aka mr. biggs) Its two am just getting in about to check my message, No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors, You say you
and shotguns galore If you fuck with me make sure your ready And prepare for war [Verse] I got a heart like 50, and a gun big as Biggie Some old heads
