R-I-P Baby tell me Yella go on wit cha' dogg azz But Nolia $limm my witness whoodie, Dis Nigga N trouble. B.G. talkin: Dis a True Story nigga !! I wanna
handled that, let's get some herb out the mac, And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack Third verse [b.g.]: Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g
one setup /no enemies// Allah /(is for my people) if you have no enemies there is no reason for you to ride on this one right here baby/ (na meen b /war
.!!!! B.I.G.!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!! [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Sample (MIMS)] For the bread n butta I leave niggas in the gutta (YEAH!!!) Huh, for the bread n
all I ever be Y'all remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that's the end, S-P to
first two verses are off b.g.'s "niggaz 'n trouble" Yeah, spinning been on these niggas. It's world war. Yeah, I send this out to my nigga.
Now where my west side niggas at Wha What! Now where my Harlem World niggas at Wha What! Now where my Iraq niggas at Wha What! Now where my N.O.R niggas
' mix this shit up with bun B and pimp C U.G.K. and Fiend, this straight for all the niggas in the hood Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentiary Nigga
Untertainment [Cam'Ron] Aiyyo this nigga named P-O-P, D-O-A, R-I-P Caught him at the D-M-V, while my ass T-N-T Down the F-D-R doin eighty, in the E-S
's on the microphone? A buncha niggas Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas I got my crew so other niggas
wet [Luda:] slip n slide [Luda:] yep everythin gon be alright [Trina] wait bitch, imma blow my kisses, get pissed and throw my dishes, yall niggas know
] Listen, what you pappas read you thinking I ain't getting sleep Its way past the streets no doubt the shit is getting deep L-B-N-Y-G your local heat
me my pay the niggas up on the block send For me every day. a thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away. just Call me east bay g-a-n-g-s-t-a Verse 2:
a G.I.B., i'm regularly sippin' in V.I.P., when u hear the music it'll be by me, Twista and the legendary nigga B.I.G., Brooklyn and K-town, when u check
on my face, hand cannon on my waist Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace Joseph McVey that's my name, and I taste diamonds in my mouth Fuck a nigga
the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga you wanna
nigga real nigga I'm still a real nigga Don't doubt trill niggas been riding with trill niggas You wasn't even in the picture this is for the permission nigga
to the Heavster rollin with a buncha niggas Chorus [Biggie Smalls/Notorious B.I.G.] I bring drama like ya, spit on my momma Cannibalistic, like that nigga