i use to listen to this back in 6th grade and i went through a tuff phrase and still am but not how bad it use to be , this use to be my favorite song and always played it every last period of the day it always use to calm me down and make me relax , thank you jahseh for this masterpiece and helping me overcome tuff times. RIP X🙏🏾
I gots to talk I gotta tell what I feel I gotta talk about my life as I see it Biggie Ayy, yo Biggie Uh, yo, check it, uh, yo Biggie It's a shame, who do we blame? The government restrain To maintain the system we contain (Biggie) Tolerate wads of flows, give up commercial lyrical shows This ain't 5-0 folders, phony fakes sayin', "Fuck 12" Not that I condone the killin', but squares get detected since [?] (Bow) Get what I'm sayin'? (Bow, bow) My word is always born 24/7, eleven's peel cerebellums on those who go to plottin' Knockin' noggins, beheadin' politicians Plans that's optimistic, propendous and not 'spicious Never fictitious, hopin' I become the richest Venomous lyrical switches, whipped bitches Fuck once snitches 'til eyes twitch, ayy (Come on) Witch get stitched, not get fixed But we'd need revolutionaries in this world Maybe put down the TEC and find your intellect And use that nonsense and flex Each year, younger, younger havin' sex With the only thing that swears the previous lines And what's up next, reach my apex, kick in the door Wavin' the .44, I wave a message, I hope you think it's impressive Colossal done sent us to approve the youth mental Come in gentle, no detrimental Once upon a time I found my divine mind Inflicted apex vibes through these lines That I bind, rise and grind to this shine And unwind wads of wop, headed straight to the top (Biggie) If I make it, it's cops still pop top's on the block I guess that's why I copped the Glock Cop glocked at my pops, he survived that Runnin' traffic on Trinity Ave When niggas like Slick work up in the apartment Cypher cast 'bout six words in my esophagus My word is bound Zay, you suck I don't even know what I'm gonna rap on this shit (Biggie) This is real shit? Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God Okay, okay, a'ight Very angry while tryna strangle my balls Wipe my ass with some butter while scrapin' shit on the wall But honestly overall, I like poppin' an Adderall While dancin' around, clappin' a pansy in overalls It's no wonder why my mother hates me I beat my dick to porn flicks of Martin Lawrence with autistic babies Child molestin', incest, it wasn't a question Beat her like Sean Penn, venom in my pen Rape a broad while kissin' on Christian Bale In fact, if I go to Hell, it's likely I'll go to jail I heard in prison they like all the little kids So me and that Woody Allen were plannin' to take a trip "Oh, Woody, such a big woody" "Stop touchin' my penis," so cover it with a hoodie "You promised me if I came, you'd give me a bunch of goodies What's in that black backpack?" "Oh, it's nothin'", well, nothin' turned into somethin' 'Cause soon as the cops passed, Woody just hauled ass Cops stopped us, Woody asked for a kiss Told the officers comin' that, "Woody's touchin' my dick" Chuckles* Martin Lawrence in my backseat In my- (Biggie), in my backseat It's a kick in the door In the door, ayy I'ma go up on niggas, yes Hey-oh Ha-ha (*Screaming*) Howdy y'all, fuck shit, you lied a bit, came off this shit's like- *Screaming* Oh my God, oh, shit Okay, alright, alright, alright, I'm done *chuckles* (Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stu-) Pussy boy, you get smoked like a Newport 🤓
