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| 1:11 | 
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| 4:52 | 
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(Notorious B.I.G.)
Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina Bet Big get in between ya Then pick the prognosis doses Blends and Bends like Twizzlers Biggie's fitting to hurt What's under that skirt? (Slow down son you're killin us) Who fillin 'em with octane? Got 'em gassed up 'Bout to get blast up sup The last one word to your mother Brother, listen I've seen it when he kissed 'em at the wake Made his body shake The high tide it 8 50 I's smoke tank Rap terror whore crow and terror, true Fly by the rivers but this is conspicuous Bad Boys slipped in ninety-five ridiculous My rap's rhymes is like land mines One step, ka-boom, black suits fill the room To whom it may concern, Junior Mafia's the click Act up, I'll have my honeys Total bust your... (Total) In the middle day now baby I seem to think of only you, hey, oh yeah Never thinking for a moment baby That you've been thinking of me too, yeah, so 1 - I can't wait for the day That we can be together I can't let you walk away Can't you see you and me Were meant to be, oh baby And there's nothing left to say 2 - Can't you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby Can't you see what you do to me Our love was meant to be you were made for me Every time I see you I get this feeling, oh yeah Telling me you are the one Oh what a feeling, hey Repeat 1 Repeat 2 Take me away, so far away Oh what you do to me, oh I wanna be alone together Somewhere just you and me Oh, oh Repeat 1 until fade |
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| 3. |
| 5:04 |
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| 4. |
| 4:34 |
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| 5. |
| 4:16 |
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| 6. |
| 0:56 |
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| 7. |
| 5:04 |
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| 8. |
| 3:24 |
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| 9. |
| 4:17 |
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| 10. |
| 0:53 |
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| 11. |
| 4:50 |
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| 12. |
| 4:37 |
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| 13. |
| 4:17 |
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| 14. |
| 1:36 |
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