come If you ain't from round here I'm thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G. Someone you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T Fire, burning, scorching
s like that y'all, my name's Malik the Phife from freak It's like that y'all, my name's Malik the Phife from freak It's on the M I C R O P H O N E, I
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some
like Cagny and Lacy And don't faze me, Ruthless is the label that pays me But this one H.K weighs a ton, words are yellow wit The [unverified] freaks
quilt Hoes say, "Kon Artis got a d**k so big" Man, I could persuade any b***h To have eight of my kids sh*t, b***h I should be locked up For having
so strung I'm lovin this window dressin' The whole right lane is stressin' Offend me, offend me, you can freak me if your friendly B double O B S,
I'm just Los, that's all I ever be Y'all remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that
party You know those socially inadequate Somalis Who walk in uninvited in your VIP And Africans love them some B.I.G. But Tupac is official H.N.I.C.
the jam that we can get down Now let's knock the boots like the group H-town You got B.B.D. all on your bedroom wall But I'm above the rim and this
up to For those who know of me, this is erotic poetry Now I'm the K I S S I N G B A N D I T E S H A M, is on the, M I C Now I make the kinda poetry,
Oh, a hundred bottles of beer, oh, oh, O.G, T.U.G. Y'all know how we get down, M.H. Smell like a party to me T Scott on the track, this how we get down
yo girl is lookin', please don't be alarmed I can't explain what I do to them, what they do to me It's all in C H A N G E, reaction like a reflex And
! H-Help! Help!") (EcStAsY!) (Hook-2x [Mannie]) I've been takin' XTC Drinkin' Hennessy Is a naked chick next to me? (BEOTCH!!!) [B.G.] I'm in the club
's a few things I'd like to mention The B, the I, the G, the P, the O, the O, the H The is none greater The L, the B, the J, the L Is here forever money
6:30 I'm wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the
get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh) [Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G. spoken
