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Intro:Yeah. motherfuckers better know... huh, huh. lock your windows,Close your doors. biggie smalls, huh...yeah.Verse one:My man inf left a tec and a nine at my cribTurned himself in, he had to do a bidA one-to-three, he be home the end of '93I'm ready to get this paper, g, you with me? Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tightAnd I'm stressed, yo biggie let me get the vestNo need for that, just grab the fucking gatThe first pocket that's fat the tec is to his backWord is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what? )Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and moveNigga, you ain't got to explain shitI've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave shipsWith the same clip and the same four-fiveTwo point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to dieThat's my word, nigga even try to bogartHave his mother singing it's so hard...Yes, love love you're fucking attitudeBecause the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwedAnd bruised up from the pistol whippingWebs on the neck from the necklace strippingThen I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches tooUp the herring bones and bamboosI wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnantGive me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendantI'm slamming niggaz like shaquille, shit is realWhen it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal'cos mom duke ain't giving me shitSo for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutterHuh, word to mother, I'm dangerousCrazier than a bag of fucking angel dustWhen I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt napsI'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? Verse two:Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick upAnd I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccupDon't let me fill my clip up in your back and head pieceThe opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreathYou're talking to the robbery expertStepping to your wake with your blood on my shirtDon't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant'cos when I lick shots the shits is persistentHuh, goodness gracious the papersWhere the cash at? where the stash at? Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dugFrom the main thug, .357 slugAnd my nigga biggie got an itchy one gripOne in the chamber, 32 in the clipMotherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peelBefore you find out how blue steel feelFrom the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweaterThe money getter motherfuckers don't have betterRolex watches and colourful swatchesI'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop itMan, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings tooBitches get stripped down for they earrings and banglesAnd when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockersAnd if she's resistant baka! baka! baka!So go get your man bitch he can get robbed tooTell him biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set itAnd if I set it the cocksucker won't forget itVerse three:Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feetBut money looks sweet (where at? ) in the isuzu jeepMan, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking c.r.e.a.mAnd if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dreamHold up, he got a fucking bitch in the carFur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstarOoh biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the backHit her with the gat...Yo chill, shorty, let me do that...Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the blockThe bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot(oh shit! the cops!) be cool, foolThey ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts(so why the fuck he keep lookin? ) I guess to get his life tookenI just came home, ain't trying to see central bookingOh shit, now he lookin in my faceYou better haul ass 'cos I ain't with no fucking chaseSo lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shootA true motherfucker going out for the loot

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