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Smacking babies at their christening.Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer - m_er say your prayers Hail Mary full of grace. Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b*tches….Oh my God I’m dropping shit like a pigeon. N*ggas know, the lyrical molestin’ is takin’ place. Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet. I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek. It’s on, n*gga, f*ck all that bickering beef. “Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete. So much smoke need oxygen, steadily counting them Benjamins.” We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin. Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins. Thug ass n*ggas that love to bust, it’s strange to us. Straight up weed, no angel dust, label us Notorious. “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us. No sleepin’ all day, no gettin my d*ck licked.” God will probably have me on some real strict shit. Dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies.
It don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven wit the goodie-goodies. Cause I’m a piece of sh*t, it ain’t hard to f*ckin’ tell. They be sitting in your kitchen, waiting to start hitting.”
If n*ggas think you snitchin they aint tryna listen. “Number nine, shoulda been number one to me: if you ain’t getting bagged stay the f*ck from the police. It don’t take nothin’ but frontin’ for me to start somethin’.” But I throw my vest on my chest ’cause n*ggas is a mess. “But all we wanna know is “Where the party at?” And can i bring my gat? If not, I hope I don’t get shot. I make it hot, like a kettle get, you’re delicate, you better get, who sent ya?” If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome and metal sh*t. “So, Jesus, get off the Notorious penis, before I squeeze and bust. So school I didn’t show up, it f*cked my flow up.” Hhearing ‘ the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean I wanna blow up, stack my dough up. Riskin’ ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen. “Now I’m thirteen, smokin’ blunts, makin’ cream, on the drug scene, f*ck a football team. “Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat’ll kill you quick, especially when I’m drunk off the liquor.” Jab her if she act funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken honey.” Hail Mary full of grace smack the b*tch in the face, take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back. Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer, the hooker layer – motherf*cker say your prayers. Throw you in a choke – gun smoke, gun smoke. “Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke.
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