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Utwór: Hope you niggaz sleep

  • wykonawca: Notorious B.I.G.
  • wyświetleń: 884


     [Biggie]
  Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
  Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
  Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
  Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
  Put you in the back with the derelicts
  Yeah, I pop plenty shit
  Chump, I'm making hits
  No time for the crack rock and shit
  Took it to another level
  Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
  Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
  Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
  Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
  Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
  The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop
  Getting props, proving nobody drops
  Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
  And niggas just can't understand it
  I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
  You know my shit is hitting
  Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
  Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
  For the burner, catch a body
  I got styles like karate
  Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
  Like a cantaloupe
  Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
  I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
  Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
  Not even Lois Lnae could get the scoop
  What you think I'm stupid
  My crew is mad deep
  I hope you niggas sleep
  
  [B.G.]
  I throw a bomb through you window
  Burn you up and your hoe
  I catch your mama going to therapy
  And cut her throat
  You lil' sister walking home from school
  I abduct her, then I fuck her
  I hit ya park close up with the Louisville Slugger
  BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
  I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
  Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my nigga
  I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
  
  [Big Tymer]
  Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banginhg
  Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper
  Haters, I don't like'em, bitches, I don't trust'em
  Niggas, I can't stand'em, I creep down and pluck'em
  Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine
  Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine
  That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets
  And a nigga like me, I play the game for keep
  
  [Juvenile]
  I remember when niggaz slang heroin up in balloons
  I paid attention to everything , from killings to cartoons
  Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room Bitch
  on some ol' nigga fuck wit me I'ma do 'em shit
  Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him
  Put my foot in they rectum right after I dome check 'em
  I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey
  Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
  Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me
  I been out doing it for years, since elementary
  Real good relationship with guns and drugs
  Because my whole neighborhood consist of crook and thugs
  Everything is my own shit cause I don't fuck with scrubs
  I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club
  Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub
  Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love
  
  [Turk]
  I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with
  Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
  They die quick, fuckin' with Turk, wodie get whacked
  Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back
  and trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me
  Fuck that, I bust back with 223
  Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
  Innocent people move 'cause somebody fix'n to get split
  
  [Lil' Wayne]
  Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy
  Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em
  I'm coming so alert them
  (Ur, Ur) fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting
  You haven't seen the worst and
  I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
  Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
  Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
  I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what
  
  [Puff Daddy]
  Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
  Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
  Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
  And we won't stop, get money niggas
  

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