The Notorious B.I.G.

Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket screamin', "Bastard!"

Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em
With 'em Lugers from they rugers or they Deserts
Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot

Came from the heaven just to sing a song for you
To the rhythm of my love for you
And now it's beating slow and you know
This the end of the road
When I sing this slow song for you

And love was nothin' but another gun for you
And I would hide it in my hopeless soul
I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go
I don't know, you can hear them callin', don't you?
When the angels call like

Yo, if you don't wanna stay you can go
But since love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin' so low
Singin' to you

Don't you hear them callin' you?
(He's the one you love)
'Cause I hear them callin' me
(And he's the one you trust)
Now that time is almost through
(Time is runnin' out)
There's nothin' left to do
(When they're callin' you)

When the angels call like
(I answer)
For me, for you
I will tell the angels no
Let them turn back into stone
I do love you
It's true

Fire climbing
We ignore the angels call, they were warnings after all
It's cool if I pick you
When the angels call like

Yo, if you don't wanna stay you can go
But since love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin' so low
Singin' to you

Don't you hear them callin' you?
(He's the one you love)
'Cause I hear them callin' me
(And he's the one you trust)
Now that time is almost through
(Time is runnin' out)
There's nothin' left to do
(When they're callin' you)

When the angels call like
(I answer)

Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn
Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crouched up over the casket screamin', "Bastard!"

Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
I know who killed 'em, filled 'em
With 'em Lugers from they rugers or they Deserts
Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot

When the angels call like
When the angels call like
When the angels call like
When the angels call like
When the angels call like
When the angels call like

(Big) Uhh
(Dad) I like that, you like that? Heh
(Big) Here's another one
(Dad) And another one
(Big) And another one
(Dad) And another one
(Big) Uhh, what, what?

Intro/Chorus: R. Kelly, Biggie (variations on Big's part)

You must be used to me spendin
And all that sweet winin and dinin
Well I'm fuckin you tonight

(Big) Here's another one
And another one
Uhh, uhh, what?

Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.

Some say the x, make the sex
Spec-tacular, make me lick you from yo neck
To yo back, then ya, shiverin, tongue deliverin
Chills up that spine, that ass is mine
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight
If its alright with you, we fuckin (that's alright)
Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin in the park
Pissy off Bacardi Dark
Remember when I used to play between yo legs
You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head
Straight to yo mother's bed
At the Mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot
Next to yo sister, damn I really missed the
way she used to rub my back, when I hit that
Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle
Now I know you used to sweets at the Parker Meridian
Trips to the Carribean, but tonight, no ends

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.

Girl you look fine, like a windface Rolex, you just shine
I like that waistline
Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb
My styles genuine, girl I love you long time
I got you pinned up, with yo fuckin limbs up
All because you like the way my Benz was rimmed up
Bitch keep yo shin up, please watch me do thee
Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mommy
I like it when you tro' it pon me
No love makin, strictly back breakin
Ceas' know, all his hoes, go to my door
Then they go to his flo', to fuck some more
So no, caviar, sharp bar, uh uh
Strictly sex that's pretty and left over spaghetti
I know you used to slow CD's and Don P's
But tonight its eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: R. Kelly

Lets stop the bullshit baby
Let me take you to the spot, get you hot
So you wanna be with me, Puff Daddy
B.I.G., bring that ass to me

Chorus: repeat to fade with variations

Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over last line*

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair,
and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
What's goin on? What's goin on?
Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over last line*

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair,
and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
What's goin on? What's goin on?
Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over last line*

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair,
and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
What's goin on? What's goin on?
Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

I love niggas I love niggas Cause niggas are me And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo ) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love To all my Brooklyn (Niggas ) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away) Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people feel your awkward I tame I'm not lame Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa' This new place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah I'm on fire Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho -