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  • Title:Notorious B.I.G. (Feat. Lil' Kim & Puff Daddy)
  • Artist:The Notorious B.I.G.
  • Album:The Notorious B.I.G.: Greatest Hits
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    Yo, check it
    Call Lil' Cease
    Tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
    Man fuck that
    Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
    And go take about like twenty G's from Gino
    Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out of here
    Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (hehe)
    Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
    (Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
    The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
    But the nurses is loving me
    Saying the best part of the day is my half
    Feeding me breakfast, and giving me a sponge bath
    Niggas say I died dead in the streets
    Nigga I'm getting high, getting head on the beach
    Chilling, sitting on about half a million
    With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
    Next two years, I should see about a billion
    All for the love of drug dealin'
    Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
    Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
    All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
    Raw flows, and that's how it goes
    Notorious!
    C'mon, we are, we are
    No, No, No, Notorious!
    He is, he is,
    This for my niggas slingin' thangs, hammer ringin' kings
    Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
    For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
    That shit with the V-trim that win
    And the enormous fields disperse of rap
    On the road to the riches more furs to drag
    More niggas to kill, than birds to bag
    Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
    Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?"
    Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
    That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck
    Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal
    Niggas talkin' real greasy on some ballin' shit (that's right)
    Funny how quick these pricks forget
    Actin' like I ain't the reason they traded they shit
    Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
    It's all good, you know who the clone is
    Fuck the Jones's, niggas trying to keep up with the Combses
    C'mon y'all
    We are, we are (what's his name)
    He is, he is (c'mon, what's his name?)
    Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?
    The Notorious K-I to the M
    That's me, on MTV, no doubt
    Titty out like what, I don't give a fuck!
    Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
    Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperon
    Things done changed, but we continue to reign
    As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
    Frank White still the center of attention
    I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position
    Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
    That bitch rocking mics in high heel stilettos
    We taking over like Francis
    Switching our styles like the hottest new dances
    See, I let y'all live to stack a little paper
    Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
    She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah
    Bad Boy baby, we are c'mon
    We are, we are
    Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon
    He is, he is (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)
    Bad Boy 2000
    B.I.G. Born Again (he is, he is)
    And he won't stop
    'Cause he can't stop
    We are, we are (Brooklyn baby)
    He is, he is