[Produced by Diddy & Stevie J]
[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
One
One, two
Check me out right here, yo
[Verse 1: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's here, then we might as well shine together (All up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (The mic is loud, but the music isn't loud)
P. Diddy and the fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (Yeah)
So when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right
Don't make an ass outta yourself by assumin' (Yeah, now the mic is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you moving, what are you proving? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's getting louder)
Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby (This shit hot)
Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nuthin' but choked (Uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gon' leave you broke (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (It's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G., you know we too hard for these cats
I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin' up facts (Uh), you raking up plaques
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam
Destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars (A few cars)
And I kick a few flows so I could pick a few hoes (A few hoes)
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (Castro)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit
Oops, Cristal keep spilling, shit, you overdid it, holmes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie, baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did, quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me, the underboss
Of this holocaust, truly yours, Frank White
[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
One
One, two
Check me out right here, yo
[Verse 1: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's here, then we might as well shine together (All up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (The mic is loud, but the music isn't loud)
P. Diddy and the fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (Yeah)
So when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right
Don't make an ass outta yourself by assumin' (Yeah, now the mic is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you moving, what are you proving? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's getting louder)
Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby (This shit hot)
Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nuthin' but choked (Uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gon' leave you broke (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (It's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G., you know we too hard for these cats
I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin' up facts (Uh), you raking up plaques
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam
Destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars (A few cars)
And I kick a few flows so I could pick a few hoes (A few hoes)
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (Castro)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit
Oops, Cristal keep spilling, shit, you overdid it, holmes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie, baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did, quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me, the underboss
Of this holocaust, truly yours, Frank White
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