That's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines; bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty. Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin. Now I pop through your body parts. Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left. With a calm breath I say we gots to float. Keep your hands high (what). Freak bitches all on my dick.
Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin. It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin to do. Just the way players play. The Notorious K-I to the M. That's me, on MTV, no doubt. Now I'm about to hitcha. Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue. And I can tell, no matter the weather. I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses. Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid. I know how it feel to wake up fucked up. Coward niggaz, most are burried down south. Sinners Prayer Lyrics - Toosii. I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown. Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back.
Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD. You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this. Face down, you know the routine, the cream. Slit the wrist of little sis.
Who you think she fuckin with? You aint Michael Bivins. Diamonds colder than negative 40. But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips, ya heard? Dominic from Lemoyne, PaR. Just in case a nigga wanna act out. The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery. Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed. Two hoes they in the telly lyrics. Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question. Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness.
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings. And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole! Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer. Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon. Yes I rocked your cheddar box (hah).
No matter where you at, do you represent your city? The agony be like, "Somebody help me please! Chorus: Busta Rhymes. What) She havin my bay-bayy. I went for one thing, but I walked out with a lot of things. And I'm posted up with my bros. Lil nigga, don't tempt me, pull up, leave the clip empty. Yeah, I care what's your name, they want me to say it. Two hoes they in the telly lyrics collection. Lose control on the skins is all I can picture. Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO). She said "I don't care, just dont be actin silly".
For BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wig. I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect. I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich. Un huh, B. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever. For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York. Get it together, y'all niggaz shoulda knew better. Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB. I'd rather beat my dick than trick. Two hoes they in the telly lyricis.fr. Not even Lois Lnae could get the scoop. Don't make a nigga have to show you the pound. And in return she going out and buy me shit.
Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin. Chorus (repeat to fade). Some murderers who turn bikers -- see Biggie Smalls.