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作词 : Notorious B.I.G./Jalacy Hawkins/Chris Martin
作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./Jalacy Hawkins/Chris Martin
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast like ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon
Don-Dadda, ******
PoppaYou got ta, call me,
Francis M.
H. WhiteIn tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra *******t
Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em",
Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin' where
I may beMay see me in
D.C. at Howard
Homecomin'
With my man
Capone, dumbin, ******' somethin'
You should know my steelo
Went from ten
G's for blow to thirty
G's a show
To orgies with hoes
I never seen befo'
So, Jesus, get off the
Notorious******, before
I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal *******t
I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal *******t,
I got more rides than
Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
On ya mark, get set, when
I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start your breath or should
I let you die?
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically,
I'm wor*******pped, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird *******t
You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publi*******n',
I punish 'em,
I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them 'cuz they nothin' but ******s
Tryin' to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to
Cairo, layin' with yo ******
I know you prayin' you was rich, ******' ******
When I see ya
I'maKick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the
King of NY
****** that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light *******t, or scalin' it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than
Johnson and
JohnsonTote steel like
Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
One shot, they disappearin'
It's ill when
MC's used to be on cruddy *******t
Took home,
Ready to Die, listened, studied *******t
Now they on some money *******t, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recoupin', stupid
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