The Notorious B.I.G. - Mumbling & Whispering lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G. - Mumbling & Whispering lyrics]
And ya don't stop, hit it!
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When BIG appear on the
Scene niggas get scared
Why? I'm not the stick-up man
I don't want the rings on your hand
I don't understand
When I come thru the avenue
I must know voodoo
Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh!
And my so-called friends beg for
Ends for me to lend
But this bankrolls they won't spend
I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed 'em
When it come to 'wassup' the peace sign
Is how I greet em - uh
Sometimes they won't get that
Sweating me for some chit-chat
Bite my lyrics like kit-kats open your eyes
Realize ain't no sugar in my tank
Out of all my friends
There's just one I want to thank
My man Big D taught me
A lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
And we've waited through the
Suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A train
That's why I flip keep a burner to my hip
Take a hooker to the crib
You know she got to strip
Stay dip, take out of state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy
I only take a sip
I'm a skipper, like a captain
Rapping is my specialty
And the best is me, so the rest will see
BIG don't need to practice
I'm like a sharpshooter shoot the
Needle off a cactus
Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
I completely defeat the weak - uh
Even the strong don't last long
Cause I'm Brooklyn born, bay-bro
I'm not a paper gangster of no sort
Don't smoke Newports
When I get stressed I grab my vest
Put a MC to the test quick specially if he
Talk slick about who we flipped then whipped
I tripped the competition
Stepped across the step to the big boss
You know, of course, they took a loss
Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand
Like sinkin' in quicksand
Ya need a hand my man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme
I was telling ya not to flare up
He's about to tear up
I'm telling you not to erupt
Cause he just as corrupt as a
DJ should be - huh 50 Grand, and I'm the BIG
Mister Cee
Yo, here we go here we go here we go here
We go here we go motherfucker here we go
Can ya withstand this kind of a man
Gettin in your ass like sand
But this ain't a date at the beach lil each
And every mc in the place check the speech
And i'll bet the dough from my
Show they can't get wit
Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit
Nah nah nah nah nah love you can't do
It like that love you got to
Ride that motherfucker you know
What I'm sayin?
You got to riiide that motherfucker
Try to get props on the brother
That pops the most and clocks the most
Drops the most shit like a pigeon
Listen, to the words I'm
Slippin' through saliva
Ain't a MC liver, I'm the rap MacGyver
Doin' tricks with my lips so quick
If you blink you would miss
The great style of Chris
Don't try to diss, cause
I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint
Rappers that think they the joint
Huh, they'll get the point quicker
Faster even
MC's I'm leavin' until you can't breathin
You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide
Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die
Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya
To let ya know that I can
Fight before I slayed ya
Call me Chris, this I insist
Anything different will lead to closed fist
A wrap up you don't wanna get tapped up
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When BIG appear on the
Scene niggas get scared
Why? I'm not the stick-up man
I don't want the rings on your hand
I don't understand
When I come thru the avenue
I must know voodoo
Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh!
And my so-called friends beg for
Ends for me to lend
But this bankrolls they won't spend
I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed 'em
When it come to 'wassup' the peace sign
Is how I greet em - uh
Sometimes they won't get that
Sweating me for some chit-chat
Bite my lyrics like kit-kats open your eyes
Realize ain't no sugar in my tank
Out of all my friends
There's just one I want to thank
My man Big D taught me
A lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
And we've waited through the
Suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A train
That's why I flip keep a burner to my hip
Take a hooker to the crib
You know she got to strip
Stay dip, take out of state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy
I only take a sip
I'm a skipper, like a captain
Rapping is my specialty
And the best is me, so the rest will see
BIG don't need to practice
I'm like a sharpshooter shoot the
Needle off a cactus
Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
I completely defeat the weak - uh
Even the strong don't last long
Cause I'm Brooklyn born, bay-bro
I'm not a paper gangster of no sort
Don't smoke Newports
When I get stressed I grab my vest
Put a MC to the test quick specially if he
Talk slick about who we flipped then whipped
I tripped the competition
Stepped across the step to the big boss
You know, of course, they took a loss
Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand
Like sinkin' in quicksand
Ya need a hand my man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme
I was telling ya not to flare up
He's about to tear up
I'm telling you not to erupt
Cause he just as corrupt as a
DJ should be - huh 50 Grand, and I'm the BIG
Mister Cee
Yo, here we go here we go here we go here
We go here we go motherfucker here we go
Can ya withstand this kind of a man
Gettin in your ass like sand
But this ain't a date at the beach lil each
And every mc in the place check the speech
And i'll bet the dough from my
Show they can't get wit
Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit
Nah nah nah nah nah love you can't do
It like that love you got to
Ride that motherfucker you know
What I'm sayin?
You got to riiide that motherfucker
Try to get props on the brother
That pops the most and clocks the most
Drops the most shit like a pigeon
Listen, to the words I'm
Slippin' through saliva
Ain't a MC liver, I'm the rap MacGyver
Doin' tricks with my lips so quick
If you blink you would miss
The great style of Chris
Don't try to diss, cause
I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint
Rappers that think they the joint
Huh, they'll get the point quicker
Faster even
MC's I'm leavin' until you can't breathin
You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide
Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die
Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya
To let ya know that I can
Fight before I slayed ya
Call me Chris, this I insist
Anything different will lead to closed fist
A wrap up you don't wanna get tapped up