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Mumbling & Whispering - The Notorious B.I.G. (Ft. Mr. Cee)
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Mumbling & Whispering The Notorious B.I.G. (Ft. Mr. Cee)

Mumbling & Whispering - The Notorious B.I.G. (Ft. Mr. Cee)
[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
And ya don't stop, hit it!

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared
Why? I'm not the stick-up man
I don't want the rings on your hand, I don't understand
When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo
Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh!
And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend
But this bankrolls they won't spend
I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed 'em
When it come to 'wassup' the peace sign is how I greet 'em - uh
Sometimes they won't get that, sweating me for some chit-chat
Bite my lyrics like kit-kats
Open your eyes, realize ain't no sugar in my tank
Out of all my friends, there's just one I want to thank
My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
And we've waited through the suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
That's why I flip, keep a burner to my hip
Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip
Stay dip, take out of state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip
I'm a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my specialty
And the best is me
So the rest will see, B.I.G. don't need to practice
I'm like a sharpshooter, shoot the needle off a cactus
Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
I completely defeat the weak - uh
Even the strong don't last long
'Cause I'm Brooklyn born, bay-bro
I'm not a paper gangster of no sort, don't smoke Newports
When I get stressed I grab my vest
Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick
About who we flipped then whipped
I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss
You know, of course, they took a loss
Stepping to Big and the hitman 50 Grand
Like sinkin' in quicksand, ya need a hand my man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme
I was telling ya not to flare up
He's about to tear up, I'm telling you not to erupt
'Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh
50 Grand and I'm the BIG, Mister Cee..
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