Max B, JAY-Z, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - Biggavelli Shit 2009 lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Max B, JAY-Z, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - Biggavelli Shit 2009 lyrics]
Max B oh they can't take the game, uh
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs, disappear with my bitch
In a Mit'subishi Eclipse
Read my lips, "I kill you"
Blood I'll spill true did I say "thank you"
I grant you
Three wishes, cause i be the genie
Niggas is ass out
Like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines see what I see
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior MAFIA blaster rugers on the hips
Bought coke to flip chips
More bullets to fill clips, check it
Putting coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playing Sega
Street Fighter 2 i'm inviting you
Get your writing crew, and they dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass, evеry time
Lyrically, I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Gеtting mad blunted in a 600
Benz, ask your friends who's
The Illest licking shot niggas screaming
"Biggie Smalls tried to kill us"
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hip, nigga
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hip, nigga
Junior MAFIA, representing Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
Faced down, you know the routine the CREAM
Earrings the drama Biggie Bring
Lets get it on, nigga
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
Heavy on the wrist wear shit real glittery
I put you out of your misery
Piffery, slippery
Get me in jam knock your knees out
Dropped the Domain had a fiend
Had 'em bowin' down to the great one
Niggas praise me like the water
My music always moves ya lose ya
Meet you in the woods till he stinks up
Get your links up nigga you best to drink up
Nigga you best stop fucking with
Me I'm a grisly
Glide through the city like a frisbee
Mama dig me on the suck fuck
On the let the team get a taste
I'm trying to do it her face
Do it for the cake let her skeet it beat it
Homey best to step things
Are almost completed
This murder case I'mma beat it
Gettin money, b
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass, tell me
Will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case
These crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be, like, tryna shut me down
But I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin' these things since
The days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin' Gs, buyin' all the things on TV
Believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga
Lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin' paid
Pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
The first to pull a strap
When there's drama, busta, you ain't heard?
I been slicin' motherfuckers since
I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cock-D and they don't
Quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow 'em and
Bullets'd follow 'em and
There's so much coke that you
Could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
And say that we are prone to violence
But it's home sweet home
Where personalities clash and
Chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down
Like it's Wall Street, holmes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones
Your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip
You are now gone welcome to Hell
Where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come
You better return 'em all scars, we earn 'em
All cars
We learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin' out
The back of vans
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes
Holmes is about it
Was clappin' them flamers before
I became famous for playin' me
Y'all shall forever remain nameless
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs, disappear with my bitch
In a Mit'subishi Eclipse
Read my lips, "I kill you"
Blood I'll spill true did I say "thank you"
I grant you
Three wishes, cause i be the genie
Niggas is ass out
Like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines see what I see
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior MAFIA blaster rugers on the hips
Bought coke to flip chips
More bullets to fill clips, check it
Putting coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playing Sega
Street Fighter 2 i'm inviting you
Get your writing crew, and they dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass, evеry time
Lyrically, I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Gеtting mad blunted in a 600
Benz, ask your friends who's
The Illest licking shot niggas screaming
"Biggie Smalls tried to kill us"
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hip, nigga
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hip, nigga
Junior MAFIA, representing Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
Faced down, you know the routine the CREAM
Earrings the drama Biggie Bring
Lets get it on, nigga
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
Heavy on the wrist wear shit real glittery
I put you out of your misery
Piffery, slippery
Get me in jam knock your knees out
Dropped the Domain had a fiend
Had 'em bowin' down to the great one
Niggas praise me like the water
My music always moves ya lose ya
Meet you in the woods till he stinks up
Get your links up nigga you best to drink up
Nigga you best stop fucking with
Me I'm a grisly
Glide through the city like a frisbee
Mama dig me on the suck fuck
On the let the team get a taste
I'm trying to do it her face
Do it for the cake let her skeet it beat it
Homey best to step things
Are almost completed
This murder case I'mma beat it
Gettin money, b
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass, tell me
Will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case
These crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be, like, tryna shut me down
But I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin' these things since
The days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin' Gs, buyin' all the things on TV
Believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga
Lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin' paid
Pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
The first to pull a strap
When there's drama, busta, you ain't heard?
I been slicin' motherfuckers since
I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cock-D and they don't
Quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow 'em and
Bullets'd follow 'em and
There's so much coke that you
Could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
And say that we are prone to violence
But it's home sweet home
Where personalities clash and
Chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down
Like it's Wall Street, holmes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones
Your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip
You are now gone welcome to Hell
Where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come
You better return 'em all scars, we earn 'em
All cars
We learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin' out
The back of vans
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes
Holmes is about it
Was clappin' them flamers before
I became famous for playin' me
Y'all shall forever remain nameless
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look
At the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes