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Bad Boy pendant and chaincall me or e-mail me if you want me to hook you up with one
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icq#-30791842 add me or e-mail me so i know who's been here until i get a guestbook
THE REASON I HATE No Limit is cuz Master P is a motherfuckin black supremicist so if you're listenin to P's shit or No Limit or whatever i think your a fool. Trust me-listen to Let's Get Em on Disc 2, Da Last Don
***MY OTHER FAVORITE SONG-BIGGIE"S "FUCK TUPAC" SONG, "WHO SHOT YA"***
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin to that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
what you need
JM motherfuckers
JM motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors cal the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school need to learn though
I burn baby burn like Dico Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
Fuckin with BIG it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm, Brooklyn's finest
You rewind this, BAD BOY'S BEHIND THIS
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
East Coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Get high notherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
I seem the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indosack make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when i drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
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 Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and...
(Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers)
C'mere, c'mere [It ain't gotta be like that Big]
OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, open your... Didn't I tell you
don't fuck with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
(As we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
(To give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(Get live motherfuckers) Bitch ass nigga, what?
(Get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(Who Shot ya?)
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
East coast motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
West coast motherfuckers...
West coast motherfuckers...hah!
As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get money motherfuckers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
As we proceeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...
..........hahahahahaha fuck 2pac and all you fake preps that worship him and got parts of ya pages dedicated to him and all that 2pac RIP shit!
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The Notorious BIG: Arista Records joins Bad Boy Ent. in the mourning of the biggest Big Poppa of them all.
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EastCoast
BIG 4 eva
No, We Won't Stop
-----------My favorite song ever (Redman)----
Yo, fuck you!
Yo, y-yo...F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!
Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!
Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my Beema?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga
Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga
They heard what that nigga say, "Puff puff pass motherfucker"
Yeah, "Puff puff pass motherfucker"
Yo..yo yo, yo, yo...
Zim zeema who got the keys to my Beema?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple keys up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range Brick City
Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane
All you hear is BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
Yo remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name
It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high, I take out any comp in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin in your Air Max-BOUNCE!
You cockin it back but where dat? BOUNCE!
I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I gave Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause everytime I walk by
niggaz be like, "F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause everytime I'm in a car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit!"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
Yo nigga, yo yo nigga
I heard the party goin on in there-YEAH
Well let me shake my stankin ass in there-YEAH!
Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin(ARF ARF ARF)
Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin
Startin arsons from, Jerz to
Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella
I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D
You be on Banned From Part III
in a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck
But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thiry-fo'
pounds total when I'm carryin the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice
Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night
(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it
Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it
My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe
Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys
Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin
That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!
If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
It's four AM, I'm of a tab and still a
world rap biller, push a big Benz
with a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna
I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine
On foot, shit, put rollerblades on
Mind your business, the nine with swiftness
I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness
I'm aa "Everyday Nigga" like I'm Toyota
Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta
Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply
(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah
yea yea yea yea yea
It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, yo man Big Tigga
I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!
It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C.
All my niggaz strap the Timbs up
Get out the ouffy coats and alla that
And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later
I'll be dere, heh...I'll Be Dat!
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