Uh, uh-huh Uh, this goes out to you (Biggie) This goes out to you And you, and you, and you (Biggie) This goes out to you This goes out to you (Biggie) This goes out to you And you, and you (uh) Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs and rapper-dons (uh) Get in that ass quick-fast like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa You gotta call me Francis M.H White, intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin' Keep extra clips for extra shit (uh-huh) Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap? The most shady (tell 'em!) Frankie, baby Ain't no tellin' where I may be May see me in D.C. At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbin' Fuckin' somethin', you should know my steelo Went from ten G's for blow to 30 G's a show To orgies with hoes I never seen befo', so Jesus! Get off the Notorious' Penis, before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit I make it hot like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get- who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than "Great Adventure" Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?") Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (Biggie) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 (uh-huh) All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more (uh, uh-huh) On ya mark, get set when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get when you're marked for death (uh) Should I start your breath, or should I let ya die? In fear, you start to cry, ask why Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick You cursed it but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get Stuck quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishin', I punish 'em (uh-huh), I'm done with them (uh-huh) Son, I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them, 'cause they nothin' but dicks Tryna blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique Take trips to Cairo, layin' wit' yo' bitch I know you prayin' you was rich, fuckin' prick, when I see ya, I'ma- Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 (uh-huh) All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (uh, uh, uh) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (Biggie) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the King of NY Fuck that, why try? Throw bleach in ya eye Now ya braillin' it, snatch that light shit, I'm scalin' it Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88 Sold more powder than Johnson & Johnson Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante You wanna get on, son? You need to ask me Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin' (uh) It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue They lightweight, fragili, my nine milli' Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny And you still recoupin', stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...
I'm deep in the Beats.. had this vhs when it dropped.. cannot for the Life in me Remember the instrumental he's rhyming in.. PLEASE PLEASE relieve my stress and someone tell me who Beat this.. Favorites... and need to come back and need that instrumental in my life.. thought it was Diamond D , then Pete Rock.. then Lord Finesse.. Primo....I need help cuz i need this beat! All Love! "WUTANG IS FOR THE CHILDREN"-ODB
"Your sexual orientation is none of my business" but then he continued to use slurs in later albums. Complicated person but brilliant artist nonetheless... and this song is too evolved for any other rapper to have ever written... and im still waiting on the cosmonauts to save those worthy. Until then, this whole planet is under collective punishment
rollin like israeli in a bentley does words dont offend me my rapcreation only for the choosen ones and holy bones look up we gonna come with our prodogie stones must lust and if there is a wordplay that belongs to the choosen one.. do they forgive..
How can someone be so cool and ahead of his time to spit these tight barz on a freestyle in 93!! The realist verses the realist rapper. I remember when I was a 18-year-old maniac wit mad face playin basketball in my town. That evening I killed everybody on the court while playin this Gold on speaker the whole park was terrified in the presense of L's voice clearer than a mf they had no idea who this is they were lost in whirl😂 and I as 5 foot 7 jumpin up and down to rape the rim every thing at that moment was raw the atmosphere was filled wit 'u can't kill me i was born dead' thang WOW, I got illusions of that moment I just don't know what to say but peace to the late great BIG L. We are from real hip hop nation no matter where on the earth we breathin we tha soljaz✊🏼 2023 still bumpin L.
