Uh, uh, (uh, come on) Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don′t think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (that's right) Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e′ry night Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (come on, do it) Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who, us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (he, he) Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas frontin', ain′t sayin′ nothin' (nothin′) So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (come on) Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you) Packin', askin′, "Who want it?", you got it, nigga, flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that′s why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? (Uh-huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize) And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) Guess that′s why they broke, and you′re so paid (ha) I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) Miami, D.C.
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