pullin' frauds I'm sendin' two men, out to boo men Quick to get to y'all niggaz like Western Union I'm comin' like the fax machine I pour it on your
the sugar got the spice Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all
butter p honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the l's tight, keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night And uhh I'm the rookie
I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me I need fifty feet when my performance
t cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new-found friend [Da Brat] Sliding in from the front, never way behind Niggas wonder how I came with
chose me, the bitch greased my palms I'm comin' from Paris city I'm on the residence, so don't shit on me Like Kool G. rap I got the Ill Street Blues
I put my hand on my head 'cause I'm so confused And then I turned the TV down 'Cause I thought I heard a squeaky sound Somethings goin' on upstairs, yeah 'Cause I
[verse: Bigg Sound] Hu-Huh! I'm back! Hoh! I have my eye on those bottles there! Down the main street in my Ferrari I got it! I think in Yara comin' to
Sound] Serious, I never liked the 'Pac sound I'm Big Sound, "El Grand Sound" Fuck the Lil 'Wayne sound, fuck the Akon sound B-Sound like the 50 sound
Biggie Sound [verse 2: The Biggie Sound] I put you on fire You make me feel even hotter (come on!) I'm heavyweight! I'm pure concrete Passin' on the street I
lady Possibly I'm going crazy I have to talk that shit Quita let the dogs out and dumped him clip What's up Glock? I'm comin' back to crib My sound is
, smilin' now! I'm back! Yeahhhhhhh [verse 1 - Big Sound] Biggie Sound is like the Big Poppa DJ Kidd is like the Junior M.A.F.I.A. I shot more than 6
and niggaz gunnin' Bentley come! Benz go! the baby girls are comin' [chorus][2X] [J. Glock] The row is movin', I'm countin' one, two, three [Biggie Sound
I want to play with you in this game I don't know you, but I'm lovin' I don't know you, but I'm lovin' [verse 3 - Biggie Sound] I don't know, I don't
believe when I typed this song I'm comin' home I love this motherfuckin' rap game So many notes involvin' my brain Paula fell like a paw on my chin I'm
a bus, return em to dust I start infections, reduce em to pus I'm on that scanner, and brains I blow out To old bones, and skulls I throw out to the