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hope you niggas sleep - the notorious b.i.g. lyrics

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
check the pain i inflict, like a convict, the fulton digger
jump in the acura vigor, after i stick ya
rip ya like a razor, straight up henny with no chaser
watch me erase ya, misplace ya
put you in the back with the derelicts
yeah, i pop plenty sh-t
chump, i’m making hits
no time for the crack rock and sh-t
took it to another level
now i’m getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
of the b-i-g-g-i-e, you know it’s me
hoes, i thought you know i’m smooth as a baby’s -ss
smooth as teeddy pendegr-ss, smoke the gr-ss, get in your -ss
the brooklyn-born teflon don, wrecking shop
getting props, proving n0body drops
words as potent as the blunt smoking bed-stuy bandit
and n-ggas just can’t understand it
i bust a cap for the brothers in nap nap, comstock, and clinton
you know my sh-t is hitting
yeah, ya’ll, a fly n-gga, biggie smalls
kicking flavor, make a n-gga wanna dig up in their drawers
for the burner, catch a body
i got styles like karate
jujitsu, when i hit you then i split you
like a cantaloupe
hope you got a rope to hang yourself
i rob for self; from brooklyn, where else?
fat like a lexus coupe, i ripped your troop
not even lois lane could get the scoop
what you think, i’m stupid?
my crew is mad deep
i hope you n-ggas sleep

[verse 2: b.g.]
i throw a bomb through your window
burn you up and your ho
i catch your mama going to therapy and cut her throat
your little sister walking home from school
i abduct her, then i f-ck her
i hit your park close up with the louisville slugger
b.g.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherf-cker
i was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters
cluckers, you know i got ’em, two for one, my n-gga
i’m on v.l. if you want me, get some my n-gga, come on

[verse 3: big tymers (baby]
thugging is my thing; if i’m beefing, i’m banging
slanging, it’s in my nature, gotta be about my paper
haters, i don’t like ’em; b-tches, i don’t trust ’em
n-ggas, i can’t stand ’em, i creep down and pluck ’em
strap stay in my hand, i gotta protect mine
n-ggas trying to pull it off, “pop,” goes the nine
that’s how it got to be in these uptown streets
and a n-gga like me, i play the game for keeps

[verse 4: juvenile]
i remember when n-ggas slang heroin up in balloons
i paid attention to everything, from k!llings to cartoons
got a picture of malcolm x on the wall in my room, b-tch
want some old n-gga? f-ck with me, i’mma do ’em, sh-t
n-gga give me dope, i accept it, but don’t respect him
put my foot in their r-ct-m right after i dome checked ’em
i be popping d, smoking weed, and full of that hennesey
fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
everybody whisper in ears when they gonna mention me
i been out doing it for years–since elementary
real good relationship with guns and drugs
because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs
everything is my own sh-t cause i don’t f-ck with scrubs
i don’t need you har-ssing me when i’m up in the club
trying to hustle a n-gga, asking me for a dub
quarter, ki’s, and halfs is what i sling, cause that’s what i love

[verse 5: turk]
i know you b-tches know that i ain’t to be played with
dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
they die quick, f-cking with turk, wodie get whacked
spend a bin with kevin and randy leave ya flat on you back
and trust that, ain’t bout to let no n-gga steal me
f-ck that, i bust back with a .223
big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split

[verse 6: lil’ wayne]
na, na, it’s iceberg shorty, lordy have mercy
come from under my shirts and flip’em and reverse’em
i’m coming so alert them
(ur, ur) fore i hurt them, desert eagle bursting
you haven’t seen the worst and
i’m right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
could k!ll you so run, dash, get gone
wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
i ain’t got bricks dog, n-gga break it off, what

[outro: puff daddy]
un huh, b.i.g. with the cash money millionaires, forever
juvenile, lil’ wayne, baby, turk, b.g., manny fresh
slim, ceo, and me p. diddy, b.i.g, born again
and we won’t stop, get money n-ggas

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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