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Uh, uh, uh, c'mon

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa

Twist cabbage off instinct,

niggaz don't think shit stink

Pink gators, my Detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

Dead right, if the head right,

Biggie there every night

Poppa been smooth since

days of Underroos

Never lose, never choose

to, bruise crews who

Do something to us, talk go through us

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us

Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff

Close like Starsky and

Hutch, stick the clutch

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

Bang every MC easily, busily

Recently niggaz frontin'

ain't sayin' nuttin'

So I just speak my peace, keep my piece

Cubans with the Jesus

piece with my peeps

Packin', askin' who want it,

you got it n***a flaunt it

That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

I guess that's why they

broke, and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

I guess that's why they

broke, and you're so paid

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY

Miami, D.C. prefer Versace

All Philly hoes, dough with Moschino

Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi

Now who's the real dookie,

meanin' who's really the shit?

Them niggaz ride dicks,

Frank White push the sticks

On the Lexus, LX, four and a half

Bulletproof glass tints

if I want some ass

Gon' blast squeeze first

ask, questions last

That's how most of these

so-called gangsters pass

At last, a n***a rappin'

'bout blunts and broads

Tits and bras, menage-a-trois,

s*x in expensive cars

I still leave you on the pavement

Condo paid for, no car payment

At my arraignment,

note for the plaintiff

Your daughter's tied up

in a Brooklyn basement

Face it, not guilty,

that's how I stay filthy

Richer than Richie, till

you niggaz come and get me

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

I guess that's why they

broke, and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

I guess that's why they

broke, and you're so paid

I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit

Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly

Wreck it buy a new one

Your crew run run run, your crew run run

I know you sick of this,

name brand n***a wit

Flows girls say he's sweet like licorice

So get with this nigga, it's easy

Girlfriend here's a

pen, call me round ten

Come through, have s*x

on rugs that's Persian

Come up to your job, hit

you while you workin'

For certain, Poppa

freakin', not speakin'

Leave that ass leakin', like rapper Demo

Tell them hoe, take

they clothes off slowly

Hit 'em wit the force like

Obie, d**k black like Toby

Watch me roam like Gobe,

lucky they don't owe me

Where the safe? Show me, homey

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

I guess that's why they

broke, and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

I guess that's why they

broke, and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

I guess that's why they

broke, and you're so paid

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