me and the homeboys ya know? We get together you know what I'm sayin', uh We might uh, shoot some pool Play a little dominoes, call a few tenders over
me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see repeat 2X) Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim (Spice 1) Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John like Gotti (Gotti) Dime pieces like platinum all over my body P-a-pop
it we gettin' scummie You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummie Kilo be scummie mayn, hustle grounds with a Mack maintain Wagon rollin', posse swollen, hustle keep that potent game
you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
him somethin' Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin' Balls faster
do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em What they say? Bleek is over
it, then throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em What they say? Bleek is over
somethin [Verse 1: The Game] Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Any similarities, I won't say But the dope gets in, uncut like P-Funk Headin over borders in a scent-free trunk Coffee over dope, but the dog can
clicking for no reason at all Even intentions of stacking paper they pleasing them all And outside, smelling like nothing but formaldrahide It's an everyday suicide, R.I.P
ain't never been lame So if you wanna get it crackin, every nigga is game So we can catch a corner, we can catch a square Any place, any time, I'll be
It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 2X) [Verse Three] [Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info,
ya goin' Billy jean step over the track till it's glowin'. You thinkin' I'm the O-N-... ... -E - metaphors are no win! Avalanche P pushed powder till
Jones - talking over Chorus at first] Whassup Ghost? Westhaven Sucker! I hear you Ghost Jones! F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone) P-I-M-P,