Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings tooīitches get *strangled* for they earrings and banglesĪnd when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockersĪnd if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!" I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it The money getter motherfuckers don't have better Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peelįrom the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dugĪnd my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirtĭon't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistantĬause when I lick shots the shits is persistent The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath (*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money.")īig up, big up, it's a stick up, stick upĪnd I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccupĭon't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at? When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too Welts on the neck from the necklace stripping Have his mother singing "It's so hard."īecause the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die With the same clip and the same four-five I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?) The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back No need for that, just grab the fucking gat Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tightĪnd I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my cribĪ one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
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