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(feat. Notorious B.I.G.) [Notorious B.I.G.] Uh, uh I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at These...maniacs, put my names in raps What part the game is that, like ya hustle backwards I smoke backwards and Dutch Eas can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go touchy touchy Ya bleedin' lovely with yo spirit above me All beneath me, ya whole life ya live sleepy Now ya rest eternally sleepy Ya burn when ya creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize rap guys With the holy ghost, I put holes in most You hold ya toast shakey, slip and try to break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team in the Marine blue, six coupe Skeeted out, weeded out [Whispers and coughs] [Notorious B.I.G. & (Sway & King Tech] Ha ha, yo man I could rhyme all night man (Hey, hey do ya thing) But I just wanna, I wanna curse man it's late (Do ya thing) (Do ya thing man) It's late man (Oh yeah do ya thing) SongtexteWhat should I do (Hey, hey just do ya thing man, do ya thing) (Do ya thing) my man [Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions Strictly gun testin', coat measurin' Givin' pleasurin' the Benzito Hittin' fannies, spendin' chips and Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts My peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in ya crib wrap you in ya Polo sheets Six up in ya wig, peace Nigga deceased, mwa may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draws As my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear Shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop the blod clot cryin' The kids, the dog everybody dyin' no lyin' So don't you get suspicious I'm BIG dangerous, ya just a little viscious As I leave my competition respirator style Climbed the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath I told y'all Death controls y'all, BIG don't fold y'all Uh, I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody till somebody kills you Aus Songtexte Mania