| Yo, check it Call Lil’Cease
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| Tell that muh’fucker to bring me some muh’fuckin weed for this hospital
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| man fuck that
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| Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
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| and go take about like twenty G’s from Gino
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| Tell that muh’fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
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| Nigga be snorin all night I can’t sleep (hehe)
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| Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
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| (Bad Boy Big, c’mon)
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| The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
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| but the nurses is lovin me Sayin the best part of the day is my half
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| Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath
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| Niggaz say I died dead in the streets
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| Nigga I’m gettin high, gettin head on the beach
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| Chillin, sittin on about half a million
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| With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women
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| Next two years, I should see about a billion
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| All for the love of drug dealin
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| Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
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| Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| spit clips (that's right)
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| All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
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| Raw flows, and that’s how it goes
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| NOTORIOUS!
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| C’mon. |
| we are, we are
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| He is. |
| he is.
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged
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| Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
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| For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
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| That shit with the V-trim that win
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| and the enormous fields disperse of rap
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| On the road to the riches more furs to drag
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| More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
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| Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, «Trick, what up?»
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| Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
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| That’s the end of us, get your friend to fuck
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| Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal
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| Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)
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| Funny how quick these pricks forget
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| Actin like I ain’t the reason they traded they shit
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| Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
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| It’s all good, you know who the clone is Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses
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| C’mon y’all.
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| NOTORIOUS!
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| We are, we are. |
| (what's his name)
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| He is, he is. |
| (c'mon, what’s his name?)
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?
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| The Notorious K-I to the M That’s me, on MTV, no doubt
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| Titty out like what — I don’t give a fuck!
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| Y’all know my attitude, can’t stand my cologne
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| Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone
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| Things done changed, but we continue to reign
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| as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
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| Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
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| I’m by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position
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| Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
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| That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos
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| We takin over like Francis
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| Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers
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| See, I let y’all live to stack a LITTLE paper
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| Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y’all hoes a favor!
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| She did you a favor, c’mon now, yeah
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| NOTORIOUS!
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| He is, he is. |
| (c'mon, what’s his name?)
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| Bad Boy baby, D.R. |
| c’mon
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| We are, we are.
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| Queen Bee baby, we are, c’mon
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| He is, he is. |
| (B.I.G. baby, he is c’mon)
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| We are, we are.
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| Bad Boy 2000
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| B.I.G. |
| Born Again (he is. he is.)
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| and he won’t stop
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| cause he can’t stop, yeah, uh-huh
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| We are, we are. |
| (Brooklyn baby)
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| NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
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| He is, he is. |