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The Notorious B.I.G.( Notorious BIG )
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Player's Anthem
Lyricist：D Davies, Harvey Fuqua, Kimberly Jones, Clark Kent, James Kowan Lloyd, Christopher Wallace, R Walters, Lottie M Wiggins
Niggaz, bitches, uh
(Niggaz)
Grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches)
Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
'This type of shit, it happens everyday', Slick Rick
Check it out, uh
Now, who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
'Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style with a chauffeur, yak nah mean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
(Niggaz)
Grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches)
Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
'This type of shit, it happens everyday', Slick Rick
(Niggaz)
Grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches)
Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
'This type of shit, it happens everyday', Slick Rick
(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?)
I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin' skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin' down Billy bad asses, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin' ya bastards
Big Poppa never softenin'
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin'
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Leave the fucker coughin' up blood and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
She whippin' my ride, countin' my one's, thinkin' I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day everyday
I don't know what else to say
I've been robbin' niggaz since Run and them was singin' 'Here We Go'
Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie homeboy, you didn't know
My flow, detrimental to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz, who started rappin'
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin' up in pretty bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
(Niggaz)
Grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches)
Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words, I say because
'This type of shit, it happens everyday', Slick Rick
(Niggaz)
Grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches)
Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words, I say because
'This type of shit, it happens everyday', Slick Rick
I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now, I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes, it's the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin' nigga, Biggie
Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
'Cause they all in line screamin' one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up
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