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 nigga 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.
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