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[Verse One]
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit

Big] Huh?
[Cee] Cease-a-Lee'
[Big] Doggytyle.. YEAH!
[Cee] B.I.G.
[Big] Uhh.. to all the ladies in the house!
[Cee] Where they at?
[Big] Uhh, uhh, check it out
[Cee] C'mon Big

Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP
Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
and it was on from there
The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his niggaz do?)
Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
Them niggaz was packin burners
Them niggaz was ready to fight

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle

[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle

I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you're the user

"Friend Of Mine"

[Intro]

No...fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes, all my
niggas know...Junior Mafia click, Gucci Don, you know how we play.
Fuckin' skanless-ass bitches. You know how it go Boots...I
meet a bitch, fuck a bitch, next thing you know you fuckin'

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 crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of `93

Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon

Verse One:

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

С кем вы тут говорите?
Зацените, зацените
Эта песня для тех
Кто трахает сумасшедших баб
У других ниггеров дома
Думают это клево
Ниггер следит за твоей задницей
Зацените-ка

Who y'all talkin to man?
Uhh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out
to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches
in other niggaz cribs
thinkin shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha

(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I`d never amount to nothin`, to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin` in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin` to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I`m sayin`?

(1-й куплет)
Значит,ты хочешь быть хардкорным?
Козырек бейсболки сдвинут назад
И куча стволов в твоем рэпе
Но я не ощущаю твоей "хардкорности"
О которой ты орешь,может,мне что-то кажется
Это не Кристофер Уилльямс,некоторые MC почувствуют это
Лыжи,мне есть кому их откинуть

(feat. Mase, Puff Daddy)

(Verse One: Mase)

Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down

Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
I got these kids in ranges, believe them niggaz brainless
All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]

To all my Brooklyn «Niggas!! (Niggas!!)»
To all my Uptown «Niggas!! (Niggas!!)»
To all my Bronx «Niggas!! (Niggas!!)»
To all my Queensbridge «Niggas!! (Niggas!!)»
«Nigga nigga nigga…»

Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids
Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives
Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, it's enough base for all of us
Can I Live, without the names they calling us

I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
Now i got a mac in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts

Verse 1
~~~~~~~

Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck

RING, RING)

(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?
Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell

[Chuck D]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
It's the 10 Crack Commandments
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed
To my hustlin' niggas

Things Done Changed lyrics
[Verse One:]

Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews

[Куплет 1]
Прямо с Bedford-Stuyvesant, живчик
Представляю Бруклин в наиполнейшей мере
Оружие, я достаю его, ублюдки расползаются, когда Big начинает бычиться
Цыпочки постанывают в моей ванной, когда трахаются
Это ничего, они знают, Big знает подход
С MAC в дверной панели Acura
Навредил кое-каким MC, кислород они не смогут вдохнуть