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« on: October 21, 2003, 11:03:00 AM »
freestyle by notorious big
Yeah
You´re now entering the mode of the Notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, representing
This one going out to Brooklyn
Ya´ll know what time it is
It´s going out to all the gangsters, all the pimps, players, hoes and bitches
Ya´ll know what time it is
So this what I want ya´ll to do
I want ya´ll to grab your Dutch Masters and ya´ll White Owls and ya´ll Phillies
Umgh, get you a fat sack, pint of Hennessy and lay back
Gonna do this one for my man Mister Cee, representing all day, every day
And all you other tape niggas and bootleggers, stay in the house
Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
So any time you´re ready Mister Cee
We gonna get hardcore on these homos
Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, hard-core
Uh, representing, Biggie Smalls in the house, uh, check it, uh
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggas say I´m pussy, I dare you to stick your dick in this
If I was pussy I´d be filled with syphilis
Herpes, gonorrhea, climittia, getting rid´a ya
Got it locked like the penatentury
Niggas mention me for MC execution
Who you choosin, the wack MC
Or the fat black MC
Jack Dempsey will start shaking
All it´s taking, is some marijuana and I´m making
MCs break fast, like flap-jacks and bacon
Back spins, the windmills, who´s still the gin-drinker
Ill-thinker, exploding when the paper hits the ink-ugh
Take the Gangster Chronicles, turn to page 6-6-6
Holocost, B.I.G. the merciless
Niggas press they luck-and
They get a butt-f***in
Straight up the a**
Raw dog with the rash
And I don´t f*** with the condoms
The condoms is a problem from the AIDS getting sprayed
Diseases, B.I.G. pleases
MCs across the seas is just the way, I crush my pray, hey
I´m crazy and deranged
Blowing niggas out the frame, simple and plain
But getting back, to the black, rhinocerisous rap
B.I.G. took a loss, hypopotheris is back, nigga
Recognize
Notorious Biggie Smalls, ´94 Ready To Die
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[Big L]
One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..
Big L, ´bout ta.. get into some shit
Aight check it out
Yo, f*** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I´m from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I´m all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
with both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I´m quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I´m probably frontin
I f*** around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I´m, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y´all, cause niggaz like you
be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, f*** more bitches than you
Only thing I haven´t got is more, stitches than you
f***in punk, you ain´t a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can´t f*** with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no f*** it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I´m far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool
f***in chicks is a rule
If my girl think I´m loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?
(YEAH!) So what you actin for?
You ain´t half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga sum´un, ´fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I´m runnin with men
I´ma be rippin the mics until I´m a hundred and ten
Have y´all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I´m makin wonderful figures
I don´t f*** with none of you niggaz
I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
and rob every last one of you niggaz
[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?)
[Big L] I´m TIRED
[Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn´t, that wasn´t too bad!
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so who comes nice for yal
i feel big L
get back at me on this ait