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просто чувствуй...

Relax and take note While I take totes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in choke Gun smoke gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor The rap slayer the hooker layer Muthafucka say your prayers (Hail Mary full of grace) Smack the bitch in her face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act Funny wit the money Oh you got me mistakin honey I don't wanna rap ya I just want the paper The Visa capisha I'm out like the vapors Who's the one the call mister macho The head honcho Swift fist like camacho I got so Much style I should be down wit the stylistics Make up to break up Niggas need to wake up Smell the indonesia beat you to a ceasure Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia She don't remember shit just the two hits Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit Suckin on her tit Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was humpin around and jumpin around Jacked her then I asked her who's the man She said B-I-G then I bust in her E-Y-E

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Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin to turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*) That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker They got me runnin' from the five-oh duckin and dodgin in my survival The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin, I spit that thug shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch They'll never catch me Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend Do Thug Niggas go to heaven? I'm rollin with the thorough heads We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police

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