know Biggie And I don't mess with no fat ladies But if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby PJ slide to tha mo' like that With this honey named
too pretty to sip a mixed drink But chicks think when they see I be a VIP, D I double D Y Be the cat that kick back, bring all the stars out Same cat
shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a
[Incomprehensible] Lil' Mo, holla at me Get that cash daddy If it's you versus me, think about it They gon' yell my name when they announce the winner
out As if to say my performance is why they gauking out- Side it, that I be lost in doubt, lyrics that a nigga be tossin out. You mo-fuckers can't see
of the world no longer momma's pearl in here its all clear them older cats school me to the game I'm all ears no mo rats or any cold beers the ghetto
shit Smelling like dead fish And every week it's the same shit you and that lil' shit And every time I see you, you got to have dick You wants mo' respect
shit Smelling like dead fish And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit And every time I see you, you got to have dick You wants mo' respect
The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles Comin from the maximum gain, the octane that's on the
yutta yo ne... U: ah ja maketchatta L: su da yo su! U: skunk (sukanku) L: ku? kuma M: ma... marimo U: mo... Mori da yo mori L: ri? mata ka yo Ri
't said no names y'all. We know just who you are, exactly why you came, Now wouldn't it be real f**ked up, if we start naming names? We ain't said no names
gangstas on Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina and gangsta Eve Miss Purina, Trina the M I A bitch Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
no good My yeaga lookin' like one of them days I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime
you know scheming on the low Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your Rol' I drift, to the past where there's no riches No hits and no chips and no bitches Just another cat named
m already fly Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag Like a race car driver, plus i'va Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver ("bam!") bump mo' bitches than a drunk driver Faster than a crackhead, mo
illest of them all (what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog the coke snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah) just because you know my name
for my niggas powda for the hoes When they panties come down bitch anything goes (x3) Mo powda Mo powda Mo dank Mo dank Mo hoes Mo hoes Mo bank Mo bank