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When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal I'm slamming niggas like shaquille, shit is real Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches too Webs on the neck from the necklace strippin' 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 tech is to his back No need for that, just grab the fucking gat Motherfuckin' right, my pocket's looking kind of tightĪnd I'm stressed, yo, Biggie, let me get the vest Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).My man Inf left a tech and a nine at my cribĪ one-to-three, he be home the end of '93 Ready to Die Album Lyrics1.Big Poppa2.Everyday Struggle3.Friend of Mine4.Fuck Me (Interlude)5.Gimme The Playing (Dreams)9.Machine Gun Funk10.Me & My Bitch11.One More Chance12.Ready To Thoughts15.The What16.Things Done (live performance in Atlanta)19.Warning20.Who Shot Ya21.Who Shot Ya?The Notorious B.I.G. So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shootĪ true motherfucker going out for the loot You better haul ass, 'cos I ain't with no fucking chase I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the carįur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.MĪnd if he start to scream bam, bam, have a nice dream Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set itĪnd if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it 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 stripped down for they earrings and banglesĪnd when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers 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 One in the chamber, thirty-two in the clip Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dugĪnd my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip 'Cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirtĭon't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?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 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 number one mom pendant Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to dieīecause the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back 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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