huh I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, ha ha You don't want no trouble with the aftermath staff, trust me I have to laugh dre, i bet he take bubble
, huh I know chihuahuas that?s mo? rah, rah, ha ha I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don?t want no trouble with the Aftermath staff,
I gotta have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring That
car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy) Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over Killa, I'm not your companion
I G P O P P A P A C left eye J M J Please have mercy on me B I G L P U N easy E Aaliyah R.I.P Please have mercy on me Please have mercy on me
Tick tock of the week hour, shit gettin sour,Imma kill U ya' fuckin coward I gets down and dirty from that UPT, Mystikal ya' bitch U gone R-I-P Baby tell
' Floss, Tray Dee and me K-U-R-U-P-T, Soopafly and Crooked Eye Until then I hope God don't pass me by Every day I work harder to try Never to fall But
hug that steadily refuse, Ever suffer the trouble, the problem that picks at the very weary Call it disease, but baby I'm just weeded, heated blazon, for those P
Just lean on me" - Kane *cut n scratched* [Big Daddy Kane] "Can I get a yes?" No "Why?" I ain't happy Cause I came back for these troubles to grab
, owl: Not sure here ... I think the typewriter must be having some trouble, because I remember a bunch of crumpled paper. An owl lands on him. P, pencil
cop killin', geyeah I gang bang with the slang from the hub G I'm killin 'em off taken 'em down you'll be R.I.P. I guess that's the way your silly ass
stay gleamin', I'm shinin' man I'll teach you how to stunt, I see you schemin' N*** you can keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt I
't fronting And uh I be loving it I be I be loving it and uh I be using it I be I be using it and uh I be rubbing it I be I be rubbing it on my lips My
[Intro: MIMS] R.I.P.!!!! B.I.G.!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!! [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Sample (MIMS)] For the bread n butta I leave niggas in the gutta (YEAH!!!)
a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck, squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealin' with the P I G C O W A R D Cro magnum, meter maid fed, cinder
number one pick the flows pridict i give u 16 everytime i spit ya aint got nothen for this every comes time i leave the booth i come out with a hit
, imma kill her, I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas, And fuck ya, hospital, young money, we the illest, And I aint gotta lie when I tell
with my finger on the trigga, They tell me dont get high, and I should try to make a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing