The Notorious B.I.G., Statik Selektah - Bastard Child (UNHEARD BIGGIE) lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G., Statik Selektah - Bastard Child UNHEARD BIGGIE lyrics]
Steps out the pad with a duffle bag
All the guns I had, sippin' Granddad
'Bout to make his momma sad
I can't stand 'em and I don't know 'em
And he don't even know I'm 'bout to blow 'em
'bout to show 'em
What goes around comes around
You shoulda thought about it
And now he got to talk to God about it
I mean it, nothin' come between us
Four, fifth, in the dead center
I got the scope with the infra boom, boom
Coward niggas got to meet their fate
The faggot got Jason on his license plate
Motherfucker and he talkin', pass the Gat'
I'm 'bout to spark 'em
Lord forgive me, beg your pardon
Hey, playboy!
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
(A bastard child) in the life race
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict
The Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
(Uh, yeah) rip ya like a razor
Straight up Henny with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah
I pop plenty shit chump, I'm makin' hit's
No time for the crack rock and shit (Uh)
Took it to another level (yeah)
Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting
Paid from the devils, huh
Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
Of the B-IG, G-IE, you know it's me
Homes, I thought you know I'm
Smooth as a baby's ass
Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass
Get in your ass
The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
Gettin' props, provin' nobody drops (Uh)
Words as potent as the
Blunt smokin' Bed-Stuy bandit
And niggas just can't understand it
(yeah, yeah)
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
All the guns I had, sippin' Granddad
'Bout to make his momma sad
I can't stand 'em and I don't know 'em
And he don't even know I'm 'bout to blow 'em
'bout to show 'em
What goes around comes around
You shoulda thought about it
And now he got to talk to God about it
I mean it, nothin' come between us
Four, fifth, in the dead center
I got the scope with the infra boom, boom
Coward niggas got to meet their fate
The faggot got Jason on his license plate
Motherfucker and he talkin', pass the Gat'
I'm 'bout to spark 'em
Lord forgive me, beg your pardon
Hey, playboy!
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
(A bastard child) in the life race
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict
The Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
(Uh, yeah) rip ya like a razor
Straight up Henny with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah
I pop plenty shit chump, I'm makin' hit's
No time for the crack rock and shit (Uh)
Took it to another level (yeah)
Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting
Paid from the devils, huh
Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
Of the B-IG, G-IE, you know it's me
Homes, I thought you know I'm
Smooth as a baby's ass
Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass
Get in your ass
The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
Gettin' props, provin' nobody drops (Uh)
Words as potent as the
Blunt smokin' Bed-Stuy bandit
And niggas just can't understand it
(yeah, yeah)
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play