me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 2X) Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info,
give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop, I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger
he'd lost his people He'd come to look for more And many did believe him As he talked upon the square The spell he wove upon us Fills my body with despair
Bacardi Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing Awright, now pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
B.C. My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers Bang diggy dang dang
sound To MC's thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty
me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see repeat 2X) Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No
like Eric Hippo Sick son of a bitch Robbin a nigga in his pinto Got my gun on my hip Sum in the clip one in the chamber Its danger Fuckin with this
m 60 years old Chorus: daz singing Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why [snoop] it's only for the money Do we live in dangerous lives? [snoop] it's only
-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone
the L.B.C. My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers Bang diggy, dang, dang
dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah [Chorus] [Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P
It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 2X) [Verse Three] [Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info,
Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine (three fine) fo' five mo' fine, UHH! A girl says, "Hey ain't y'all The Square Roots?" and I'm like, "Heh, worrrd
D like Eric Hippo Sick son of a bitch Robbin a nigga in his pinto Got my gun on my hip Sum in the clip one in the chamber Its danger Fuckin with
me like that, that's why in God we trust Your fairy tale dreams watchin' "Days of Our Lives" While I'm livin' on a hill, with thirteen wives Little big ass square