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Notorious B.I.G.

Yo, check it

Call Lil' Cease

Tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed for this hospital

Man fuck that

Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez

And go take about like twenty G's from Gino

Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out of here

Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (hehe)

Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick

(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)

The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery

But the nurses is loving me

Saying the best part of the day is my half

Feeding me breakfast, and giving me a sponge bath

Niggas say I died dead in the streets

Nigga I'm getting high, getting head on the beach

Chilling, sitting on about half a million

With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women

Next two years, I should see about a billion

All for the love of drug dealin

Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)

Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)

All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes

Raw flows, and that's how it goes

Notorious!

C'mon, we are, we are

No, NO, NO, Notorious!

He is.. he is..

No, No, No, Notorious!

This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged

Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things

For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin

That shit with the V-trim that win

And the enormous fields disperse of rap

On the road to the riches more furs to drag

More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag

Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh

Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?"

Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut

That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck

Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal

Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)

Funny how quick these pricks forget

Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit

Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)

It's all good, you know who the clone is

Fuck the Jones's, niggas trying to keep up with the Combses

C'mon y'all

Notorious!

We are, we are (what's his name)

No, no, no, Notorious!

He is, he is (c'mon, what's his name?)

No, no, no, Notorious!

Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?

The Notorious K-I to the M

That's me, on MTV, no doubt

Titty out like what, I don't give a fuck!

Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne

Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperon

Things done changed, but we continue to reign

As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.

Frank White still listen to all the attention

I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position

Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto

That bitch rocking mics in high heel stilettos

We taking over like Francis

Switching our styles like the hottest new dancers

See, I let y'all live to stack a little paper

Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!

She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah

Notorious!

No, no, no, notorious!

He is, he is (c'mon, what's his name?)

Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon

NO, NO, NO, notorious!

We are, we are

Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon

No, no, no, notorious!

He is, he is (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)

No, no, no, notorious!

We are, we are

Bad Boy 2000

No, no, no, notorious!

B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..)

And he won't stop

No, no, no, notorious!

Cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh

We are, we are (Brooklyn baby)

No, no, no, notorious!

He is, he is

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written by JONES, KIMBERLY/VANDERPOOL, DAVEN PAUL/LE-BON, SIMON JOHN CHARLES/RHODES, NICK/TAYLOR, JOHN (GB 3)/COMBS, SEAN PUFFY/WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER

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