If Theres Beef Between Us We Can Settle It
Boot in the Door
The Notorious B.I.G.
- Yr:
- 1997
- 4:46
- 672Views
- Playlists:
- #4
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Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush and then-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass, quick fast, similar ramadan Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, f*ck Poppa You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White Intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay depression, and keep firin' Keep actress clips for extra shit Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap The mo shady, (Tell em!) Frankie baby Own't no telling where I may be May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something You lot should know my steelo Went from 10 Chiliad's for accident to xxx Grand'due south a prove To orgies with hoes I never seen before So, Jesus, get off the Notorious Penis, before I squeeze and bosom If the beef between united states, we tin settle information technology With the chrome and metal shit I arrive hot, similar a kettle become You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya? You all the same pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure Biggie, (How are y'all gonna do it?) Kick in the door, waving the iv-four All you heard was Poppa don't striking me no more Kick in the door, waving the 4-4 All you lot heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Boot in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the iv-four All yous heard was Poppa don't hit me no more On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it become when y'all're marked for death Should I start your breath or should I let you die In fear you outset to cry, inquire why Lyrically I'1000 worshiped, don't forepart, the word sick You cursed it, but rehearsed information technology I drop unexpectedly similar bird shit Y'all herbs go stuck quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'k done with them Son, I'm surprised you run with them I recollect they got cum in them 'crusade they nothing but dicks Trying to accident up similar nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro, stone diamonds that's sick Got paid off my catamenia, rhyme with my own clique Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick When I see ya I'mma Kick in the door, waving the four-four All yous heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Kick in the door, waving the four-4 All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more than Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Boot in the door, waving the four-iv All you lot heard was Poppa don't hit me no more than This goes out for those that choose to utilise Disrespectful views on the King of North-Y F*ck that, why try, throw bleach in your middle Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it Conscious of ya nonsense, in fourscore-eight Sold more than pulverisation than Johnson and Johnson Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante" Y'all wanna get on son, yous need to ask me Own't no other kings in this rap matter They siblings, nothing but my children One shot they disappearin' Information technology'due south ill when MC'southward used to be on cruddy shit Took dwelling Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on some coin shit, successful out the blue They low-cal weight, frail, my nine milli Brand the whites shake, that's why my money never funny And you still recouping, stupid
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