• 																					[Funkmaster Flex]
    Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece
    You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece!
    Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one
    time!

    [Styles]
    I'd rather not breathe than snitch
    And I love my niggaz not my bit*h, Lox pop the clip
    Hit the rap game what's the dope name
    I be a ?chick? named ?Lo Kane?, tellin ma I take her
    on my own fame
    Movin with, entrepeneurs, from the law
    Coke sniffin bit*hes hold the fort it's off the wall
    Back to reality my mentality is fatality
    Niggaz makin way over they salary
    I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out
    Dubs me enough in one city to have it spray out
    Cartels bring in they coke, havin a weigh out
    Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit
    Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell ain't shit
    Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me quick
    If they put me in a cell then my ghost'll drift
    Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely
    Where them niggaz at? Them feds are sheisty
    See the problem's that, you way too nice please
    Where that coke at? f**k where it might be
    Don't be like me, hard-headed, extroverted
    When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn
    You got one turn, I suggest you show
    me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo
    Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm
    Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms
    When I was born, I know I make the world darker
    The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya
    Like Bob Barker, if The Price is Right
    Lay your as* down for spite, anybody aight?
    Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps

    to Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts

    [Jadakiss]
    I got cats to spray for me, honeys that pay for me
    Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me
    Cats that spray for me, honeys that pay for me
    Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me

    [Shiek]
    Uhh, uhh, talkin to me doin sh*t for you, try God
    Cause after, runnin your cabbage you as good as
    retard
    Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did this to you
    Whirlpool maxin, lounge to the end
    Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz
    While y'all still f**kin with them twins from Flatte
    Somehow Vegas, tryin to strip Stacy Dash
    f**k police talk black I'm the SH*T in New York
    Too many supercops nigga, you can have these blocks
    And these hoes, with them cheap as* Parasucos
    Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my
    Porsche
    And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns
    hoarse

    [Jadakiss]
    Four minutes and twenty five seconds to your end
    You know it be the kiss, grantin your last wish
    Everybody wanna know who The Lox is
    Cause we ain't spittin nuttin out but that hot shit
    Burnin trees, sippin mo', eatin lobsters
    Up in the oriental joint, usin chopsticks
    Soon we gonna rock gators, hit bit*hes from Barbados
    Then all y'all players gonna hate us
    Cause everything we do stay gettin overlooked
    Now y'all be shook cause you dealin with real crooks
    I can't lie for a while y'all cats was on us
    But now, if you can't beat us, join us
    We tryin to blow lye with the Sultan of Brunei
    In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and sweaters
    Black In-5 with the headers
    Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the
    feathers
    Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh

Compositor: Notorious B.i.g., The Lox [funkmaster Flex]

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