How should I plead forever thugging on a quest to get G's
Running from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinking
Thinking niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stacking G's
They after a player but I won't let them capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and a nicotine
I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rolling down the four five beware of strangers
Hand on my 45 mm that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherf**kers roam
Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
Before the penitentiary
Let's get it on
Split the Dutches fill it with the skunk
We about to get wicked in the joint uh
Notorious is glorious
Cough cough
Niggaz now who's the mind blower the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets
And your sock it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check them throughly
The b*****d might spin around and try to bury me
And dead man don't play no moves
When I'm slinging in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscing on my swinging days
When I drove a Caddy and my b***h sported finger waves
Yes she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh begosh Coca Cola looking real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representing Bucktown
Mac 11 cocked back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
Let's get it on
