
Do It B.I.G. The Game (Ft. Yung Joc)
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[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Time to get paid blow up like the world
Time to time to get paid blow up like the world
Time to get paid blow up like the world
Time to time to get paid blow up like the world
[Verse 1: The Game]
Tryna get paid blow up like the world
Redbone, red J's, five red Escalades
Gucci belt, red hot, truck got red shocks
Put on for my city 7 5/8 Red Sox
Yeah, I'm nauseous, haters be cautious
Niggas can't ride the beat then get the fuck up off it
I be on my boss shit, red diamond cross shit
Frostbit, nigga ask Plies what it costed
You know the trunk beatin' heavy like a sumo
Let Flex drop a bomb till it's numero uno
Rosé, José, hear what the hoes say
Call that boy a rockstar, somethin' like Coldplay
Jumped off the beef shit, now I'm like "yo, Jay"
Big on the hook, can I get a standing ov-ay
Clap mommy, clap mommy, fillin' her Patron
And I'm off the Goose so leave the ducks at home
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Time to get paid blow up like the world
Time to time to get paid blow up like the world
Time to get paid blow up like the world
Time to time to get paid blow up like the world
[Verse 1: The Game]
Tryna get paid blow up like the world
Redbone, red J's, five red Escalades
Gucci belt, red hot, truck got red shocks
Put on for my city 7 5/8 Red Sox
Yeah, I'm nauseous, haters be cautious
Niggas can't ride the beat then get the fuck up off it
I be on my boss shit, red diamond cross shit
Frostbit, nigga ask Plies what it costed
You know the trunk beatin' heavy like a sumo
Let Flex drop a bomb till it's numero uno
Rosé, José, hear what the hoes say
Call that boy a rockstar, somethin' like Coldplay
Jumped off the beef shit, now I'm like "yo, Jay"
Big on the hook, can I get a standing ov-ay
Clap mommy, clap mommy, fillin' her Patron
And I'm off the Goose so leave the ducks at home
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