Notorious Page #12

I put hos in N. Y. On to DKNY

- Miami, D. C. Prefer Versace

- That's right.

All Philly hos

go with Moschino

Every cutie wit'a booty

bought a Coogi

Now who's the real dookie

meaning who's really the sh*t

Them niggas ride d*cks

Frank White push the sticks

On the Lexus LX

four and a half

Bulletproof glass tints

if I want some ass

Gonna blast squeeze first

ask questions last

That's how most of these

so-called gan gsters pass

A t last, a nigga rappin' ' bout

blunts and broads tits and bras

Menageatrois

sex 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 niggas 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 sh*t

Escar got, my car go 160 swiftly

Wreck it buy a new one

Your crew run run run

your crew run run

I know you sick ofthis

name brand nigga 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 10: 00

Come through

Have sex on rugs that's Persian

Come up to your job

hit you while you working for certain

Poppa freakin', not speakin'

Leave that ass leakin'

Like rapper demo

Tell them hos, take they clothes off slowly

Hit em wit' the force like Obi

dick black like Toby

Watch me roam like Romey

Luck y they don't owe me

- Where the safe Show me, homey

- Say what? 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

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 ain't even good with writin'.

I don't even write sh*t.

I just felt...

I had to write this letter to Big.

- Yeah, yeah

- Niggas is actin'like-

Letter to Big.

Oh, yo.

Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace

Yeah, it's your boy Kiss

l just wanted to holler

In your memory

I keep a Coogi in my closet

Kangol on the rack

a fresh pair of Wallies

You know I'm still

the liquor and the weed child

And still got

Branson on speed dial

And everybody's the king now

You ain't gotta be nice

Gettin'shot is the thing now

M.A.F.I.A. Was doin' they best

They separated

Now Roc and Gutta doin'a stretch, uh, yeah

Kim is still in it to win it

I seen Money L a while a go

but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute

People in power is queer

I could go on for a year

a bout how would it be if you were still here

The game got cheaper

rappers is more commercially successful now

But the heart's a lot weaker

You know me

Still got the flow that'll pop speakers

First option on offense

the top feature

It's easy, Big

All you need is a Pro Tools set

And I ain't touch the paper

that I was supposed to yet

Everybody that's some body

show respect

Only a matter of time

before they notice that

I'm an impecca ble

lyricist, yeah

And with the right mechanics

I could take over, be clear of this

They well aware of Kiss

the light of the city

And I ain't on the label no more

but I'm tighter with Diddy

I got my own plan

Handle mine like a grown man

Long as I know I'm nice

f*** it, I'm my own fan

Remixed the joints you had

But they could never ever

duplicate your swag, never

Mean while I'm-a keep it so

on my lil'plans

And you might bump into

a few of my lil'mans

Up there steppin' with God

Down here Mister C. In B.K.

Is still reppin' you hard, hard

T'yanna so pretty

C.J. Turned into a Lil' Biggie

Just a little lighter

but so witty

On your born day

we get the highest

Groovy still the best with the garments

He keep me the flyest

Tonight Patron is dead

Only right that I take a bottle

of Bacardi Limon to the head

And before I end it

I gotta say thanks

'Cause not only was your time well-spent

it was splendid, thanks

Miss you, my nigga

- One love

We tried so hard to understand

We tried so hard

to understand

- Why you had to go away

- Why you had to go away

We miss you

You were everything, yeah

So we'll just keep

Our heads to the sky

'Cause we know

we're gonna see you

In the next life time

But it's never easy

saying good- bye

- See you when I get there, baby

- Saying

Good- bye

So we tried so hard

to understand

- Why you had to go away

- Why you had to go away

You were everything

We missed you

Why you had to go away

So we tried so hard

to understand

Why you had to go away

We miss you

You were everything

We miss you, ooh-ooh-ooh

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