I Really Want to Show You

Notorious B.I.G.

  • 																					* this is actually a remix of "Everyday Struggle"

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
    Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
    Biggie.. Biggie..

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
    Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
    People look at you like youse the user
    Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
    But they don't know about your stress-filled day
    Baby on the way mad bills to pay
    That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
    and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
    I remember I was just like you
    Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
    Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
    I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
    She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
    Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
    Packed up my tools for my raw power move
    Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
    for chumps tryin to stop my flow
    And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
    Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
    Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
    Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
    for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
    Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
    You better have your gat in hand, cause man

    Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo

    Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
    How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you
    How I'm clockin G's .. I really wanna show you
    Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    I had the master plan
    I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
    with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
    They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
    And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
    I got my honey on the Amtrak
    with the crack in the crack of her ass
    Two pounds of hash in the stash
    I wait for hon to make some quick cash
    I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
    At last, I'm literally loungin black
    Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
    Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
    Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
    See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
    Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
    Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
    We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
    Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
    by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
    And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
    I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
    Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
    Until then I looks out for the whole family
    A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
    in the everyday struggle

    Chorus

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
    ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti

    [Nas]
    Guns and diamonds
    Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin
    Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
    This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
    They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
    Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
    Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
    He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
    Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
    Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
    Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
    Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
    High technology dealers, to the users and losers
    Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
    Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
    My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
    City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
    Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers
    My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
    Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
    Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
    Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash
    for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
    Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
    Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
    Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
    Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby

    Chorus (repeat to fade)

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