The Notorious B.I.G., Cam’ron - GunTalk (GL Mix) lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G., Cam’ron - GunTalk GL Mix lyrics]
That's the sound of a man, Green Lantern
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Move forward, y'all amateurs
Y'all compare me to you, nigga
You ain't there!
All I need in this life of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!
Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty
I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
All I need in this life of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!
The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets
Why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun
Nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
All I need in this life of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
You know I click-clack where you
And your mens at?
Any beef marriage it, me and three Arabics
Ali Naseem on point like Pete Maravich
I miss the era of the BM's, BB's
I was ducking GMDC
Had that scope, aim and I light ya'
Seen all islands, Caymans to Rikers
Contain, complain, detain, maintain
The same reign, the game is for lifers
I don't care I put flame in the fire
Christian, atheist you pray to Elijah
Don't play, okay, just pray I don't snipe ya'
'Cause with the SK, doggy I'm OK
My AK was my aka before my ABC's had me A-OK
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Move forward, y'all amateurs
Y'all compare me to you, nigga
You ain't there!
All I need in this life of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!
Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty
I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
All I need in this life of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!
The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets
Why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun
Nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
All I need in this life of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
You know I click-clack where you
And your mens at?
Any beef marriage it, me and three Arabics
Ali Naseem on point like Pete Maravich
I miss the era of the BM's, BB's
I was ducking GMDC
Had that scope, aim and I light ya'
Seen all islands, Caymans to Rikers
Contain, complain, detain, maintain
The same reign, the game is for lifers
I don't care I put flame in the fire
Christian, atheist you pray to Elijah
Don't play, okay, just pray I don't snipe ya'
'Cause with the SK, doggy I'm OK
My AK was my aka before my ABC's had me A-OK