hit the ceiling They sing for me, we'll bring you g's But injuries in the industry, could come instantly I see the way they make a g a day, but what a
I come to the bar Order me a J D, niggaz lookin' shady At me and my team and my main ladies Stop that, you need to just chill See I'm that nigga with
elation Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream 'Cuz that's how good it feels child Let your
I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream) 'cause that's how good it feels child Let your
I come as I step up to the microphone Snappin suckers like a chicken bone Long Beach be my home and the chrome that I pack I used to chill on the West
(busta rhymes) Catching my fever Rob the passanger, the last griever You don't lone my squad? Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither Way off the
we procced to give you whut you need Verse One: Notorious B.I.G Sick of ma screamin get a job nigga Pressed to the limit gotta rob me a nigga Simple
fam' do man handle tracks that be laced by Nas Rolex watch security straight from the Mosque Yo I'm all on my own G who should I trust Niggas bust B.I.G
kids that will rob you for 6 bucks bitch we flip right before you expect it 'cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic we shot men and we rob
man Don Cee San in the house, whats up Michelle Ray, whats up boo? Verse One: Sick of mama screaming that a??Get a job, niggaa?? Pressed to the limit, got to rob
a deal wit or who you chill wit Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid) That's word to
big cream over there So just chill So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid Just chill
New Jerz Shit Yea Tha Outsider's On They New Jerz Shit Lords'a Tha Underground On That New Jerz Shit Dj Juice On His New Jerz Shit Queen Latifah On That New Jerz Shit Chill Rob G
down with me! What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy? B.I.G.: Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes Nigga what the fuck nigga? We gonna get... B.I.G
... huh, huh Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls, huh... yeah (*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..") [Notorious B.I.G.] My man Inf left
job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G
a lot of enchilada Chorus [A.G.] Yo, yo move the fuck, A bring the heat, when I touch tracks These niggaz beef then wanna chill? Fuck that These rap