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nobody - the notorious b.i.g. lyrics

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
n*ggas in my faction don’t like askin’ questions
strictly gun*testin’, coke*measurin’
givin’ pleasure in the benz*ito
hittin’ f*nny, spendin’ chips at manny’s
hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
run up in your crib, wrap you in your polo sheets
six up in your wig*piece, n*gga decease
muah, may you rest in peace
with my sycamore style, more sicker than yours
four*four and fifty*four draw
as my pilot, steers my lear; yes, my dear
sh*t’s official, only the feds i fear
here’s a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin’
the kids, the dog, everybody dyin’, no lyin’
so don’t you get suspicious
i’m big dangerous, you’re just a lil vicious
as i leave my competition, respirator style
climb the ladder to success escalator style
hold y’all breath, i told y’all
death controls y’all, big don’t fold y’all, uhh
i spit phrases that’ll thrill you
you’re n0body ’til somebody k!lls you

[chorus: korn]
you ain’t n0body, get smashed by the drop top
’cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block
n0body, see, you can run but you can’t hide
’cause the rebel boy won’t be denied
you ain’t n0body, here today, gone tomorrow
lights out, i don’t care who you are
you ain’t n0body, n0body, n0body, n0body
n0body, no, you’re just a memory

[verse 2: korn]
6 in the morning, feds at my door
grab your guns and hide the work, we’re going to war
did the landlord flip and lose her mind?
it’s got to be her that dropped the dime
b*tch, please, 6 g’s, every month, cold cash
you done f*cked around and got a n*gga dipping in the stash
if i’ma catch a case, you gon’ have to catch me fast
but how you gon’ do that floatin’ in the blood bath?
hold on, i hear the helicopters comin’
see, it’s a hundred cops, they runnin’
they got the dogs and the warrant for my arrest
but they just don’t know that i’m a hard pimp to catch
i wipe my finger prints off of the safe, h*ll
i strike a match and burn this whole f*cking place down

[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
you can be the sh*t, flash the fattest five (that’s right)
have the biggest d*ck, but when your sh*ll get hit (ha)
you ain’t worth spit, just a memory
remember he used to push the champagne range (i ‘member that)
silly cat, wore suede in the rain
swear he put the g in game, had the gucci frame
before dana dane, thought he ran with kane
i can’t recall his name (what was his name?), you mean that kid
that nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
gettin’ his d*ck sucked by crackhead lorraine?
a f*ckin’ shame, duke’s a lame, what’s his name?
dark*skin jermaine, see what i mean?

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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