4 My Niggaz (4 My Peeps) Tone (Ft. M.O.P., The Notorious B.I.G. & Organized Konfusion)

[Intro: Red Hot Lover Tone]
Marcus Foul
Marcus Foul
Marcus Foul
So, check it out, yo
Marcus Foul, Marcus Foul

[Verse 1: Red Hot Lover Tone & The Notorious B.I.G.]
For all my motherfucking niggas, word to Herb we get stupider
Running mad circles round your crew like Jupiter
Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden
'Cause I'm mad in the pad and suckers wish they had and
I'm bagging the bitches grabbing, my pockets fatten
Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin (Aladdin)
So what you gonna do when I come through your town
With mad niggas who love being locked down
Facing convictions, throwing conniptions
I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians
Step to this mic you're a goner
Cause Red Hot Lover's right on like Cynthia Horner
I better warn you, you'll get your ass kicked, I'm blasted
That's it, I drop it like a clumsy black bastard
I'm getting figures from my rap diggers
Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas (Check it out, yo)

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Introducing the black bastard from Bedrock
Guaranteed to make your head rock, tote Glocks
Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney (Shit)
Strictly head shots, I knock the twist out your dreadlocks
Who got the props? Biggie
Who got the Glock? Biggie, but, who is he?
You can't get my description, you need a prescription
Two doses of the ferocious
Feel the weight when I'm crushing 'em, bumrushing 'em
Stuffing 'em, I put the pressure on em, hun
Lord a mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just sliced like a Ginsu
Look what I been through, the Brooklyn streets
The obese thug nigga from the East
The black nine, hard to find motherfucker
After the rhyme press rewind, motherfucker
Strictly for my niggas