Notorious B.I.G. My Downfall

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

[B.I.G.] Yo

[heavy breathing]

[B.I.G.] Sup hello?

[heavy breathing]

[B.I.G.] Faith?

Motherfucker [click]

[phone rings]

[B.I.G.] Yo

Kill you motherfucker (voice speaking to Biggie is whispering throughout)

[B.I.G.] Hello?

Kill you motherfucker

[B.I.G.] [sarcastically] WORD?

I’m gonna get you motherfucker you better watch your motherfuckin back

That’s my word nigga

[B.I.G.] Get the fuck outta here

Better watch your motherfuckin abck

[B.I.G.] Watch my back? WORD?

I’m gonna get Biggie, I’m gonna kill Biggie

[B.I.G.] You soft dude, you soft

Fuck all you niggaz, you all ain’t SHIT

Watch your motherfuckin back

[B.I.G.] Eat a dick

[click]

Jealousy’s a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers!

If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker!

See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down!

Motherfuckers don’t even know you, and they don’t like you…

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Uhh, I dreams filthy

My moms and pops mixed in with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey

Huh, what a set up

Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off

Uhh, cause in this world I’m debtor, squeeze lead off

Benz sped off, ain’t no shook hands in Brook-land

Army fatigue bring fatigue to enemies

Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up

Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD

Cryin, know my friends is lyin

Y’all know who killed im filled im with the lugars from they Rugers

or they Desert, dyin ain’t the shit but it’s present

Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot

Giving cats the opposite of diets

You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me

Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)

Apoligies in order, to T’Yanna my daughter

If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like

Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest

Silencers so you can’t hear it

Competition still fear it, shit don’t ask me

I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

[DMC]

That’s not all, MC’s have the gall

To pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

[Notorious B.I.G.]

This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again

Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin

Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and

be more gone than freemen

I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces

Fuck the screwfaces, when I flip

I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas

Niggaz can’t bang with us, try to do me

My crew be unruly (what)

To old school cats that call gats toolies

Call blacks moolies, think it’s cool to smoke woolies

And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize

in killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit

When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin

Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley

Me and Sean Combs takin broads home

On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chips

bought to make our own porno flicks, my life’s the shit

[DMC]

That’s not all, MC’s have the gall

To pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

That’s not all, MC’s have the gall

To pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

[Notorious B.I.G.]

We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds

Niggaz want my team to stop shinin

Pray my fame start declinin

Whining like girlies

We been around the world twice, moats that’ll smoke ice

in moonlights, sacrifice your heart

Lexus with the automatic start (what)

Fifty shots’ll tear your club apart

Eatin shrimp outta cars, with some bitches from Brussels

Eatin clams or mussels

Uhh, out the puss (what) pretty face no waist

I just want the bush, so I can mack you

Give her a package to push, cause I work dem hoes

Den dey hoes, I show you how to play them hoes

Can you just visualize it

Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet

so I can sleep safe, not too many people mill in the briefcase

Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait

[DMC]

That’s not all, MC’s have the gall

To pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Y’all motherfuckers live off of negativity

What y’all niggaz need to get through your motherfuckin heads

Is that, y’all fuckin with some niggaz that’s on a higher

motherfuckin level — we don’t give a fuck

About what you think about less how you feel about us

What you got to say about us

We gon keep doin our motherfuckin thing

From now till the year three thousand bitches!

You can’t breathe, you can’t sleep, you can’t eat

without thinkin about us!

Without thinkin about us to the end!

We gonna kill you heartless motherfuckers!

[DMC]

That’s not all, MC’s have the gall

To pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Pray and pray for my downfall

Notorious B.I.G. One More Chance / The Legacy Remix

[Intro: CJ Wallace (“Diddy”) (B.I.G.) – Bridge in the background]

Uhh…

What? (“That’s right! “)

That’s right!

Uhh, uhh!

Bad Boy! (“Bad Boy! “)

What? Uhh, uhh (What? Uhh!)

(Uhh, uhh, what?) Lyrically I’m! (Lyrically I’m!)

(Uhh, uhh!) Uhh, uhh, check it out! (Check it out!)

(Uhh, uhh!) Uhh, lyrically I’m

(Uhh… uhh, uhh!)

(What?) What? (Uhh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.!)

(Uhh!) Junior M.A.F.I.A.! (“Remix”)

CJ, uhh!

[Bridge: Faith Evans]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yeeeeeeeeah, yeeeeeeeeeah!

So goooooood, so goooooood!

I loooove you sooooooo much!

One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance…

One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance…

One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance…

One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance…

[The Notorious B.I.G. {CJ Wallace}:]

{First things first! } I Poppa – freaks all the honies (uh-huh!)

Dummies! (uh!) – Playboy bunnies, those wantin’ money!

Those the ones I like cause they don’t get Nathan

But penetration – unless it smells like sanitation!

Garbage, I turn like doorknobs

Heartthrob? Never! – Black (uh!) and ugly as ever!

{However, I stay Coogi down to the socks}

{Rings and watch filled with rocks! } (uh!)

{And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi}

{Girls pee pee when they see me, Navajos creep me in they teepee! } (uh!)

{As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet.}

{Stop it! (uh!) – If you think you’re gonna make a profit? }

Don’t see my ones, don’t see my guns! – Get it?

Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it, then split it (uh!)

In two {as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.}

{I don’t know what the hell’s stoppin’ ya! }

{I’m clockin’ ya, Versace shade watchin’ ya! }

{Once ya grin, I’m in, game begin! } (uh!)

{First I talk about how I dresses this}

{In diamond necklasses, stretch Lexuses! } (whooo!)

The sex is just immaculate from the back I get

Deeper and deeper (uh!) help ya reach the! (uh!)

Climax that your man can’t make,

(“Call him, tell him you’ll be home real late, now sing the break! Uhh! }

[Chorus 1: Faith Evans (CJ & Biggie)]

Baabyyyyyy, heeeeere I am (I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

Aaaaall, I neeeeed is ooooone, more chaaaaaance! One more chance…

IIIII can heeelp you fiiiiiind, yourseeeeelf! (I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

Cause you, don’t neeeeeed, noboooo-dy eeeeelse! – One more chaaaance… (remix)

[The Notorious B.I.G. {CJ Wallace}:]

She’s sick of that song on how it’s so long

Thought he worked his until I handled my biz.

There I is! (uh!) {Major Payne like Damon Wayans! } (uh-huh!)

{Low Down, Dirty even, like his brother Keenan! }

Schemin’! (uh!) – Don’t leave ya girl ’round me

True player for real {ask Puff Dad-dy! } (uh!)

You ringin bells with bags from Chanel

Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel, uh!

{Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell! }

{She beeped me, meet me at twelve! }

Where you at? – Flippin’ jobs, payin’ car notes? (yeeeah!)

While I’m swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke! (uh-huh!)

Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke

Death stroke – tongue all down her throat! (uh-huh!)

Nuttin’ left to do but send her home to you;

I’m through! – {Can ya sing the song for me, Boo? }

[Chorus 2: Faith Evans (CJ & Biggie) {CJ}]

One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance!

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

{Uhh, what? Uhh… uhh, uhh! – Ya didn’t know? Uhh! }

One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance!

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

{Uhh, uhh, uhh… what? What?) One more chaaaaaaance…

[CJ Wallace (The Notorious B.I.G.):]

So, what’s it gonna be, him or me? (uh!)

We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls! (uh-huh!)

The envy of all women – crushed linen

Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in ’em. (whoooo!)

(Finest women I love with a passion!)

(Ya man’s a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin!)

(High fashion – flyin’ into all states?)

(Sexin’ me while ya man masturbates!)

(Isn’t this great?) Your flight leaves at eight

(Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds, uh!)

Lyrically I’m supposed (uh!) to represent

I’m not only a client (what?) I’m the Player President! (uh!)

[Chorus 2: x1/2]

[Chorus 1]

[Outro: Diddy (The Notorious B.I.G.)]

Bad Boy, Bad Boy!

(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

EastCoast, EastCoast…

WestCoast, WestCoast…

Notorious B.I.G. Hello Vs. Party & Bullshit

[Ice Cube:]

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes [x3]

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre:]

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren:]

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube:]

The motherfuckin world is a ghetto

Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal

When the smoke settle..

..I’m just lookin for a big yellow;

in six inch stilletos

Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin

While you sittin here hatin, yo’ bitch is hyperventilatin’

Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin

cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin

Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren’ll have you

wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon

{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency

{And you can tell em..} It’s my son he’s hurtin me

{And he’s a felon..} On parole for robbery

Ain’t no coppin a plea, ain’t no stoppin a G

I’m in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly

You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly

They call me the Don Dada

Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla

Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala

Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I’m a scholar

The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible

Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain’t edible

Nigga ain’t federal, I plan shit

while you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

I started this gangsta shit, and this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [x4]

[MC Ren:]

Villain blows up yo’ spot

Take yo’ notebook yo’ bitch and yo’ glock

This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock

You slapped her ass that’s alarmin

cause she want my Worm like Carmen

We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz

run trains on golddiggers beware these fo’ niggaz

Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks

Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick

Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik

So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?

Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo’ fine ass bitch

Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle

Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle

Bitches – all in the back they knees waitin to buckle

Same time same channel don’t change the dial

Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..}

[Ice Cube:]

I started this gangsta shit, and this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [x4]

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit

And this the muh’fuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

And you won’t stop and you don’t stop.

[The Notorious B.I.G.:]

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 duce duce in my bubblegoose

Now I got the mack in my knapsack

Loungin’ black, smoking sacks up in acts

And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks

Honeys want to chat

But all we wanna know is “Where the party at?”

And can I bring my gat?

If not, I hope I don’t get shot

But I throw my vest on my chest

‘Cause niggaz is a mess

It don’t take nothin’ but frontin’

For me to start somethin’

Buggin’ and barkin’ at niggaz like I was duck huntin’

Dumbing out, just me and my crew

Cause all we wanna do is… {Hello..}

[Ice Cube:]

I started this gangsta shit, and this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [x4]

[The Notorious B.I.G.:]

Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks

Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects

Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice

Sure do, two .22’s in my shoes

Holler if you need me love I’m in the house

Roam and strollin’ see what the honeys is about

Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain’t no stopping Big Poppa, I’m a BADBOY

Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)

Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)

It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdoser

Nigga you scared you’re supposed to

Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart

Fuck up the party before it even start

Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff

Or some brand-nubian shit beatin’ down punks! {Hello..}

[Ice Cube:]

I started this gangsta shit, and this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..} [x4]

Notorious B.I.G. Breakin’ Old Habits

[T.I.]

Hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall already kno wut

It is man, its a bad boy thang man, grand hustle collaboration, yall already kno man, boss hog wus happenin (heyy..) A town pimpin

[Slim Thug]

Slim Thugga..

I roll scrap glock 40 in my left

I rap but still think like im grindin in the trep

Trynna dept to the change from the streets to the game

Cant be selling cds n still selling dem thangs

Cause bitches drop names n bring alot of piorblems

N puttin somthing in dey head the only way u gona solve em

Jack a stay plottin watchin ur every move

N the minute u snooxe will be the minute u lose, dude

Das the rules so I jcruise wit the 2’s

To fix the damn fools dat think im slippin wit my juice

Breakin old habits so hard to do

Das y u see me on the same block wit the same crew

N everybody sitting fat living good

N im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood

I was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g’s n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese

[T.I.]

U got rich n g shits still a part of u cause breakin old habits so hard to do

U still watch for da haters n the rugged crew cause breakin old habits so hard to do

When I was shot dat nigga like I started to cause breakin old habits so hard to do

Fresh out da dealership crackin up wit cigarsin the coup man cause breakin old habits so hard to do

[Notorious BIG]

Damn it feel good to see people up on it flip 2 keys in 2 weeks n didnt flawlet

My brain is haunted wit mean dreams gs’s wit bb’s on it, supreme skeems to get richer the Richie quickly

Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani

Check it, my lyrical carjack make ur brun splat high callable gacks is all I fuck wit now keep the rough shit

In my circumfrence mad bitches, wit mad noochies bulletproof vestes under they coochies spitting my oozie dont lose me,

My trigger niggas represent driving dirty in jay 30 getting bent

Until my hit hos my murder mamis

I b smoking trees in Belize when they find me while u still killing niggas wit my lali like cami and cyber supres cypress fucking roy on the floor wit

The finest

While I just slip coke smoke pounds of chope got lawyers watchin lawyers so I wont go broke now check it, dem country niggas call me frank white im

Spurtin off in my lawf of cousrse I kno my shits tight, suprise open my eyes still suprise got my shorty flying in wit keys taped to her thys wit lovely

Utincils suhen my suhen my china thing she half black half orientak 86 she got me rentals

[T.I.]

U got rich n g shits still a part of u cause breakin old habits so hard to do

U still watch for da haters n the rugged crew cause breakin old habits so hard to do

When I was shot dat nigga like I started to cause breakin old habits so hard to do

Fresh out da dealership crackin up wit cigarsin the coup man cause breakin old habits so hard to do

[T.I.]

I use to drive a chevy monte carlo bricks n blow all in it

I was taught to sell dis shit u putcho nose all in it

Let my bitch drive da benz but dem roads off limit

N how u call urself pimpin wit hos all in ur bidness

Wut it is the music bidness of the streets make the decision

I do dis in my sleep n u way outcho division pimpn

Dis game we play fo keeps n da rules remain hiddn

Dis aint a place fo laying da snitchin shit is forbidn

I was sittin in da kitchen n weepin wit hopes of getting back

All dat I forget to go blow see even 50 stacks

N now am sittin back thinkin bout the time

When a nigga get a 100gs think he went down

When I look for loyalty in the game it ain’t fair

N thangs aint da same they change it aint fair

Real niggas there doin dey time n aint here

U commit da same crime come home da same year

[T.I.]

U got rich n g shits still a part of u cause breakin old habits so hard to do

U still watch for da haters n the rugged crew cause breakin old habits so hard to do

When I was shot dat nigga like I started to cause breakin old habits so hard to do

Fresh out da dealership crackin up wit cigarsin the coup man cause breakin old habits so hard to do

Notorious B.I.G. Long Kiss Goodnight

See I told ya’ll

I told ya’ll motherfuckers

I told ya’ll to stop

I prayed for you to stop

But you didn’t stop

And then we won’t stop

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese

When I release, you lose teeth like Lil’ Cease

Nigga please

Blood floods your dungarees

And that’s just a half of my warpath

Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater

Than the average player hater, and spectators

Buy my CD twice

They see me in the streets they be like you he nice

But that’s on the low though

Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show

I pull out 4-4s, and go up in they clothes

Short-change niggas

Snort-caine niggas

Extortion came quicker

Bought the Range nigga

You still tickle me

I used to be as strong as Ripple be ’til Lil’ Cease crippled me

Now I play hard-like my girl’s nipples be

The game sour like a pickle be

You all know the rules

Move from BK to New Jeruz

Thinking ’bout, all the planes we flew

Bitches, we ran through

Now the year’s new

I lay my game flat

I want my spot back, take two

Motherfuckers mad ’cause I blew, niggas envious

Too many niggas on my dick, shit’s strenuous

When my men bust, you just move with such stamina

Slugs missed you

I ain’t mad at you (we ain’t mad at you)

Blood rushing, concussions, ain’t nothing

Catch cases, come out fronting

Smoking something

Sipping White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumping

I laced it with the basic

6 TVs, a system, knocking Mase shit, face it

We hard to hit

Guard your shit, ‘fore I stick you, for your re-up

Wipe the pee up

Lick shots, woke your seed up

Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up

Long kiss

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Hell, we don’t give a fuck

We just absolutely don’t give a fuck because

There ain’t no love here

There ain’t no love here

You know, we gon’ keep doing what we do

We gon’ keep fucking you up

I’ll be stomping your motherfucking head in, you fucking bitch

I flaming gats, aiming at, these fucking

Maniacs put my name in raps

What part the game is that?

Like they hustle backwards

I smoke Backwoods, and Dutchies

Ya can’t touch me

Try to rush me

Slugs go, touchy-touchy

You’re bleeding lovely, with you, spirit above me

Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky

Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me

Rest where the worms and the weak be

My nine flies, baptize, rap guys

With the Holy Ghost

I put holes in most, you hold your toast shaky

Slipping trying to break me

Look what you made me do, brains blew

My team in the marine-blue, six coupe

Skied it out, weeded out, cleaning out

The block for distances, giving long kisses bitch

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Only understand, I say a prayer for you

You know, that’s the only thing I can do, just pray for your mind

Because, see, your mind is in control of your heart

Where its supposed to be the other way around

Your heart has got to control your mind

So now, I have no feelings for you

You have made me cold

Frank White the menacing, Chron Chron’s the medicine

I got the lettuce and

You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I was a new comer

Then drugs and MAC-10s

Hug from fake friends

Make ends they hate you, be broke girls won’t date you

That’s why I relate to, choke your ass ’til your face blue, make you

Open the safe too

No matter how you call it (how you call it)

This brolic, alcoholic

Like his weed green’d out like his brick solid

Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, Drink Ballantine, all the time

Slugs hit your chest tap your spine

Flat line

Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked foe times

Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though

Sling steel slow

As you remorse we feel no

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

See the fucked up thing is that I love you

You know what I’m saying

It’s just in my nature to love you

I can’t hate you

‘Cause its not in my nature to hate you

You know, I don’t know

Maybe I’m a different type of individual

But you have me on a line

And there’s a thin line between love and hate

And God-forbid I cross that line

‘Cause I’m not gon’ give a fuck

I’m telling you right motherfucking now

The shit that ya’ll done started

Is never gonna stop!

We are never gonna stop!

And we’re not talking about no other rappers

We’re talking about you, motherfucker!

You know who I’m talking to

We coming for you

We coming for you

Laughs

Feels so good

I’mma make you love me baby, baby

Notorious B.I.G. Machine Gun Funk

[Verse One:]

So you wanna be hardcore

With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps

But I can’t feel that hardcore appeal

that you’re screamin, baby I’m dreamin

This ain’t Christopher Williams, still some

MC’s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some

To let niggaz know… that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy

I get up in that ass like a wedgie

Says who? Says me, the lyrical

Niggaz sayin, “Biggie off the street, it’s a miracle”

Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me

Just for niggaz actin shifty

Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat’ll kill you quicker

Especially when I’m drunk off the liquor

Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is

natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates

The funk baby

[Chorus (repeats 8X)]

“I live for the funk, I’ll die for the funk” (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)

[Verse Two:]

All I want is bitches, big booty bitches

Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches

Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches

from stayin in my business, what is this? Relentless

approach, to know if I’m broke or not

Just cause I joke and smoke a lot

Don’t mean I don’t tote the glock

Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen

Until we motherfuckin meet again

Huh, I’m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now

Come on the ave, I’m real hard to find now

Cause I’m knee deep in the beats

In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats

For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)

I’ll make you prove that it’s bulletproof

Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks

I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick

The funk baby

[Repeat chorus]

[Verse Three:]

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side

How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside

Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests

Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan’ test

The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya

High as a motherfuckin helicopter

That’s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor

Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina

(What’s Love, Got to Do)

when I’m rippin all through your whole crew

Strapped like bamboo, but I don’t sling guns

I got bags of funk, and it’s sellin by the tons

Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life

Making money smoking mics like crack pipes

It’s type simple and plain to maintain

I add a little funk to the brain

The funk baby

[Repeat chorus]

Notorious B.I.G. Life After Death Intro

… me and her sister had somethin goin on

(Aiyyo, would you listen to me motherfucker?)

I reach my peak, I can’t speak

Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that my will is weak

(Aiyyo c’mon nigga, cut that)

I’m sick of niggaz lyin, I’m sick of bitches hawkin

(Aiyyo, yoyo Big, aiyyo chill)

Matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin [gunshot]

[Life After Death piano and music comes in]

(Aiyyo Big, aiyyo BIG!!)

[heartbeat slows, sound of ambulence sirens]

[piano plays on]

[sound of pulse monitor and breathing machine]

[Puff Daddy]

Damn… we was spose to rule the world baby

We was unstoppable!

The shit can’t be over, no

The shit can’t be over man

I know you hear me nigga

I know you hear me

You got too much livin to do

Too much unfinished business

It ain’t over

[flatline]

Live your life

Notorious B.I.G. Hold Ya Head

[Chorus: Bob Marley – sample from “Johnny Was”]

Woman hold her head and cry

Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

Woman hold her head and cry

Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell)

Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell

It don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven wit’ the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies

God will probably have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin’ all day, no gettin my dick licked

Hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out her purse

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wished she got a fuckin’ abortion

[Chorus: Bob Marley]

Woman hold her head and cry

Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]

I swear to God I just want to (slit) my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red

I’m glad I’m (dead), a worthless fuckin’ buddah head

The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t,

I can’t believe (suicide’s) on my fuckin’ mind

I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me

Naw you wouldn’t understand

You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack

Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back

Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet

People at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me

My baby momma kissed me but she glad I’m gone

She knew me and her sister had somethin’ goin’ on

I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

[Chorus: Bob Marley]

Woman hold her head and cry

Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]

I reach my peak, I can’t speak,

call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak

I’m sick of niggaz lyin’, I’m sick of bitches hawkin’

Matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin’ [echoes]

Notorious B.I.G. Dangerous MC’s

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggaz

My Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)

Dangerous MC’s..

Uhh (check it out) uhh

Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top

Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green

Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest

Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness

Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi’ test?

And the winner is..

[Busta Rhymes]

Y’all niggaz know the rules

I blast on niggaz so —

[Notorious B.I.G.]

— my fist never bruise

Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues

Ask who’s the raw, bet they say Poppa very

Look forward to me like commissary

All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie

Done did it, come widdit, get yo’ head splitted

or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it

Your shit it, just ain’t got that LOUD

Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!

Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow

By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga

but your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin

IV to pump-in, you’re feeling something

Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift

at least six inches, above project fences

Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches

When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)

Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)

Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw

Yes I rocked your cheddar box (hah)

Dangerous you’re not I gets down (HOO)

Twist your body [singing] round and round, upside down

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

C’mon, yo, throw your hands c’mon

Bitch grab your tits c’mon

Let me know you in the spot

Bump your fists, c’mon

Thugs tote yo’ shit

we bout to get mo’ rich, c’mon

Let’s blow the club, c’mon

Fuck the place up, c’mon

Shake yo’ nasty ass

and make it swing all around, c’mon

Yo, make this money

throw yo’ loot on the ground, c’mon

Bounce in your whips, c’mon

Bitch lick yo’ lips, c’mon

Dangerous MC’s

My nigga this be the shit, c’mon

Dangerous MC’s

My nigga this be the shit, c’mon

[Mark Curry]

Uh-huh, make money hand over fist

The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don’t exist

Settin up shop, it’s hands on in the hustle

Fakes don’t kill nuttin but time and don’t tussle

The process of elimination, fresh rotation

come and go and they death be starvation

In the heat of battle it’s no rest for the weary

Snooze and you lose is the theory

The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief

Be afraid, you don’t want beef with us chief

Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand

Everything you can imagine is real man

and revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold

Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes

You know the streets and it’s real as shit, c’mon

Niggaz grab your dicks, c’mon

Bitches rub your tits, c’mon

[Chorus (minus last two lines)]

[Snoop Dogg]

Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg

Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw

Break fool on these bitches while I’m breakin the law

You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off

Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em

with that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit

We dips to this, make chips to this

and buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)

I bet you didn’t know that yo’ bitch was suckin dick (say what?)

Who you think she fuckin with? (what?) Look here

My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd

Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW

.. How you like me now? (what what, what?)

You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle

100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the corner

all up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin

[Chorus (minus last two lines)]

[Busta Rhymes]

So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you

If I worked in a resteraunt

I’d shit in the food and feed it to you

Most of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you

Even all of them Haitian niggaz

won’t believe this voodoo

Can yo’ pussy be chaka, don’t let me speak in pat-ois

and kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer

I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka

And fuck your crew because all of y’all niggaz full of ca-ca

The way we doin damage tell me how the FUCK you manage

with my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage

Them niggaz’ll throw you in a manhole

and push they hand in yo’ ass

and pull yo’ head right out yo’ asshole!

Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga

You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga

This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors

Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS

[Chorus (minus last two lines)]

[Chorus (fades out)]

Notorious B.I.G. Everyday Struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up

Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

People look at you like you’s the user

Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser

But they don’t know about the stress-filled day

Baby on the way mad bills to pay

That’s why you drink Tanqueray

So you can reminisce and wish

You wasn’t living so devilish shit

I remember I was just like you

Smoking blunts with my crew

Flipping oldies 62s

‘Cause GED wasn’t BIG, I got PAID

That’s why my moms hate me

She was forced to kick me out, no doubt

Then I figured out nicks went for twenty down south

Packed up my tools for my raw power move

Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves

For chumps trying to stop my flow

And what they don’t know will show on the autopsy

Went to see papi, to cop me a brick

Asked for some consignment and he wasn’t trying to hear it

Smoking mad Newports ’cause I’m due in court for an assault

That I caught in Bridgeport, New York

Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man

You better have your gat in hand

‘Cause man

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I had the master plan

I’m in the caravan on my way to Maryland

With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects

They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs

And when he start to bust

He like to ask who’s next?

I got my honey on the Amtrak

With the crack in the crack of her ass

Two pounds of hash in the stash

I wait for hon’ to make some quick cash

I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed

At last I’m literally lounging black,

Sitting back counting double digit thousand stacks

Had to re-up see what’s up with my peeps

Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps

See who got smoked, what rumors was spread

Last I heard I was dead with six to the head

Then I got the phone call

It couldn’t hit me harder

We got infiltrated

Like Nino at the Carter

Heard Tec got murdered in a town I’ve never heard of

By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners

And my bitch swear to God she won’t snitch

I told her when she hit the bricks I’ll make the hooker rich

Conspiracy she’ll be home in three

Until then I looks out for the whole family

A true G, that’s me blowing like a bubble

In the everyday struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I’m seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani

Ain’t trying to see no black man turn to John Gotti

My daughter use a potty so she’s older now

Educated street knowledge I’mma mold her now

Trick a little dough buying young girls fringes

Dealing with the dope fiend binges

Seeing syringes in the veins

Hard to explain how I maintain

The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange

Breaking days on the set no sweat drunk off Moët

Can’t bag yet because it’s still wet

But when I dry bagging five at a time

I can clock about nine on the check cashing line

I had the first and the third

Rehearse that’s my word

Thick in the game Ds knew my first name

Should I quit? Shit no!

Even though they had me scared

Yo they got a eight I got a TEC with air holes

That’s just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker

Hah, come on, what you say?

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

[The Notorious B.I.G. and Puff Daddy:]

Junior M.A.F.I.A. right

Yeah, rock on

Biggie Smalls, right

Junior M.A.F.I.A.