[Intro: Martin Lawrence & Coolie Pak]
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
[Verse 1: Coolie Pak]
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
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
[Verse 1: Coolie Pak]
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
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