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Biggie Smalls (Explicit) - Roblito2/Thomas the Tank Engine
*********** was amped
Uh huh
The nigga was mother****in hyped up right
The nigga just grabbed the nigga snuffed the nigga
And it was on from there
The ************ there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
What what did the rest of his niggas do
Man the ************* was just ready for anything
Them niggas was packin' burners
Them niggas was ready to fight oh ****
Whatever we had to do holmes
Uh huh
Niggas was on the real flipmo' holmes
Uh huh
It was just comin' out like a ************ right
The nigga amped be like come on
Come on ************
Come on ************* come on
Come on ************* come on yeah
Come on ************* come on
Come on ************* come on
Release the brainstorm
To make your ************* brain warm
A strange form somethin' kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well in God we trust guns I bust
Got that disgustin sewer style dumpin
And that uh do you know where you're goin' to
Do you like the things that I bring
I got seven Mac-11's about eight 38's
Nine 9's ten Mac-10's the ***** never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 *******
Biggie smalls the millionaire the mansion the yacht
The two w**d spots the two hot Glocks
Hah that's how I got the w**d spot
I shot dread in the head took
The bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin'
When I throw my clip in the
AK I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke w**d like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm droppin' **** like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin' smackin'
Babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your ****** **** spill
And I'm talkin 'bout
Buckets why did I have to do it
Sadat said **** it you got a gun nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Poppa breakin' you off somethin' proper
Signin' off is the hardcore rap singer
Aka crack slinger bring it anytime
Come on ************* come on
Come on ************* come on
Come on ************* come on
Come on ************* come on
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talkin' about the gats in ya raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin'
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams
Still some MC's gotta feel one caps I gotta peel some
To let niggas know-that if you **** with big-and-heavy
I get up in that a*s like a wedgie
Niggas saying Biggie off the street it's a miracle
Left the d**gs alone took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by the boxes packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
All I want is ******* big-booty *******
Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches
From stayin' in my business what is this
Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not
Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we ************* meet again huh
I'm doing rhymes
Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For the jackers the jealous-a*s crackers in the blue suits
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold your head cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin mad blunts and ******* sucking d**k
The funk baby
The funk baby
Come on
Come on ************
Come on ************* come on
Come on ************* come on yeah
Come on ************* come on
Come on ************* come on
You know the story the rap-side crack-side
How I smoke funk smacked ******* on the backside
Bed-Stuy the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket launcher Biggie stomped ya
High as a mother****in helicopter
That's why I pack the Nina **** a misdeameanor
Beatin ************* like Ike beat Tina
A nigga never been as broke as me I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lees besides that
The pin stripes and the gray
Uh-huh
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays uh
While niggas flirt
I'm sewing tigers on my shirts and alligators uh
You want to see the inside
Ha I'll see you later
Oh that's that nigga wit the fake blaow
Why you punch me in my face stay in ya place
Play ya position here come my intuition
Uh uh huh
Go in this nigga pocket rob him while his friends watchin'
That h*es clockin' here comes respect
His crew's your crew they might be next
Look at they man eye big man they never try
We roll wit em stole wit em
I mean loyalty niggas bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate the cookies butter crunch
I had enough heart for most of em
Long as I got stuff from most of em
It's on even when I was wrong I got my point across
They depicted me the boss of course
My orange box-cutter make the world go round
Plus I'm ****** ******* ain't my homegirls now
Start stackin dabbled in crack gun packin
Nickname Medina make the seniors tote my ninas
From gym class to Inglés pass off a global
The only nigga wit a mobile
Can't you see like total
Gettin larger in waist and taste
Ain't no telling where this felon is headin just in case
Keep a shell at the tip of your melon clear the space
Your brain was a terrible thing to waste
After realizin to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten I was in
Began to encounter wit my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart
Break it down into sections d**gs by the selections
Some use pipes others use injections
Syringe sold separately Frank the Deputy
Quick to grab my Smith Wesson like my d**k was missing
To protect my position my corner my lair
While we out here say the Hustlers Prayer
Take a better stand
Put money in my moms hand
Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man
Stay far from timid only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase Sky's the limit
See you chumps on top
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want be what you want
Have what you want be what you want
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