Ms. Pacman [Incomprehensible] and cat man I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that man The nigga the B.I.G. is high in flight
, yeah) Ai, ai, ai, ai Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai Ow, ow, ow B I G Ow, ow, ow B O I Drop, drop, drop, drop it Take never brother Bob your head, rag top Bob
in Bulgari I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari Spread love, that's what a real mob do Keep it gangsta, look out for her, people I'm the wicked
I talk She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga tryin' to holla 'cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryin' to holla 'cause I
the Thuggish Ruggish Bone, bone, bone, bone tryin' to be prepared for the Y2K And if I don't die today, I'm tryin' to change the world And let's change
, and I'm thuggin in tha streetz and I'm rollin Thuggin by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us to the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow
I'm sendin them [Hook] [Layzie Bone] Everyday the devil at me And I wish the Lord throw a Hummer at me, I ain't happy Me and Eazy E in a B-E-N-Z, with
writers Fake artists with nothin' to say I'ma give it, wish due my street dues Just stay cool. I know I got you When I need to pop you'll let loose
ll, Like a nas?y bitch, give?it nigga raw dawg, raw dawg, Any nigga putty, hit it, catchya, sawed off, sawed off And I?m ready, I?m ready, to-go, What
truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" I back-slap a,
if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too [bushwick bill] Me and two freaks in b-legit's back seat F-u-c-k-i-n-g I got clunkers, 'cause you know
out ya mouth Apparently I been too lenient on dudes Cause you niggas done forgot who the streets belong to I'm the motherfuckin king, I'm the motherfuckin mayor I'm
I'm dubble parked for the train Even your moms know my name I be the d into the m and the m into the g And I bring the b-o-m-b-? Nigga Chorus [yukmouth
?s bad enough I got to deal with all these pressures that stand You tryin? to make me stray away from my plan Know what I?m sayin?? I?m from the gutter
was me, Chep, Bizzy and Hit B.G. and Lickalone and yeah I think Earth was there and shit And a few other niggaz in and out of the buildin Tryin to catch
love I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove (SP) I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated If I was you I woulda never made it I'm Holiday