[intro - Biggie Sound & (Havoc)] The damn music that goes into this crib Welcome to my crib! (The Biggie Sound and M.O.B.B.) [Biggie Sound] Burstin'
reach My dogs will bite you anf guess who the nigga leash I was once tols by my nigga meach You feed a sucka he just grow to be a bigger leach So even
Chorus] Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my
: *Sound of phone hanging up *Biggie's daughter: All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick. Like that Mommy? (Answering machine beep
buildin Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread
up Caus I'm a young nigga livin it up Me and Snoop ain't give a fuck 20 minutes to get your C-walk on You know I get my ride on all on his own Check this
You won't even hear it comin, cuz it sounds like spit *spit* *spit* It sound like spit Now what sound like this, but a pound in my hit Silencer on the
me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my
these streets, survive in these streets Niggaz get high, niggaz die in the streets Fuck that, I roll up on the side of ya jeep In the range asking for change, hidin my heat Get
Benz, a ninja cap New York will always be the Biggie Smalls crib Here the sound will always be present on the street [chorus: Bigg Sound] Going back
That nigga with a black cape and a hook It was the Bigg, note these tactics on his book The effects will be drastic So check it! it's Mr. Fantastic [chorus: Biggie Sound
[The Biggie Sound] C'mon man! [verse 1: Biggie Sound] You see 'em back in the hood Take a look at how my lifestyle changed up My money get up Listen
, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" What
that Mercedes [chorus: Biggie Sound][3X] Try, try.. Nigga pussy, now cry! (New York!) [verse2: Biggie Sound] You don't know, but I'm at crib with that
, oh man I'm like a gangsta In Limozine, my Ak will sneeze Don't be my friend, my belt is goin' to squeeze (uh-uh) No paper, no a bitch to get you to
[intro: Biggie Sound] Thugz.. Some epic, somethin' special will happen Rick Slim (wooooooo) [chorus: Biggie Sound] At the end of the rain when the sun
a zip Breakin' the street and gettin' in my crib [chorus - Big Sound] Aww nigga know that I'm strong "Yo Big, you're dead wrong" Imagine Biggie and Biggie
want it" [verse 2] I put my lips on her lips, my hands on your hips You grab more than their Prada Jeans Acting up, he drank my bottle of Gin Girl the