Mo' money, mo' problems.
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
I mean even though we were going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody, you know what I'm sayin' Because there ain't no coming back from that
Get ready to die, tell God I say hi.
While your guns raisin', mine is blazin'.
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies.
Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.
If I wasn't in the rap game, I'd probably have a key knee-deep in the crack game. Because the streets is a short stop: Either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot.
What happens on that corner happens on every corner.
When you read magazines and you see everybody having fun, you think, ‘okay, that’s where I want to be.’ But once you get in it and you achieve the success that you want, it seems like that’s where the player hating starts. You know that’s where everybody’s like, ‘Well it’s not all that
I'm lonely! I'm bored!
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis. When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this.
Please, all you MCs out there, all you fans out there, don't think Big gonna make a record dissing 2Pac or the West Coast because it's not going down like that. I cant even see me wasting my time or my talent to disrespect another black man.
I'm basically different things to different people. If it's a guy, I'm-a probably have my guard up because it's a street rule that when men come around that I don't know, I just immediately throw shade on them. But I don't associate with fellas all that much; if it's a girl - a beautiful girl - I be nice.
You and your friends...always together, No time for the B-I-G, so I'm O-U-T. The sex was great, but the headaches I can't take. I think I made a very big mistake.
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent, I'm not only the client, I'm the player president
When I release, you loose teeth.
Rappers can't sleep, need sleepin', B.I.G. keep creepin', Bullets heat-seekin', Casualties need treatin', Dumb rappers need teachin'.
Old school new school need to learn though I burn baby, burn like Disco Inferno Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo Peel more skins than Idaho potato
All I know is gold and platinum, and I want to be platinum.
Won't cha...picture life as my wife, just think: Full length mink, fat X and O links, Bracelets to match, conversation was all that, Showed you the safe combinations and all that. Guess you could say you's the one I trusted... Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.
I can't never stop nobody, can't knock nobody hustle.
She used my toothbrush to clean the toilet.
"Blowin' up is nothing to me."
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