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Tonight (feat. Mobb Deep & Joe Hooker) (2005 Remaster)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Tim McKasty
Tim McKasty
Keyboards
P. Diddy
P. Diddy
Programming
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Programming
DJ Fafu
DJ Fafu
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Nickolas Ashford
Nickolas Ashford
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Valerie Simpson
Valerie Simpson
Songwriter
H. Pierre
H. Pierre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Hooker
Joe Hooker
Vocal Producer
Dominick Mancuso
Dominick Mancuso
Assistant Engineer
P. Diddy
P. Diddy
Producer
Tom Cassel
Tom Cassel
Recording Engineer
RZA
RZA
Original Producer
Chris "Cornbread" Cresco
Chris "Cornbread" Cresco
Producer
Ed Raso
Ed Raso
Recording Engineer
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Recording Engineer
Rob Paustain
Rob Paustain
Recording Engineer
Roger Che
Roger Che
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yo. Yo. check this out YEAH! MotherFUCKERS, C'MON! MotherFUCKERS, c'mon B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G., motherFUCKERS Two thou', B.I.G. motherFUCKERS ??, two thou', motherFUCKERS ??, B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G. at war, motherFUCKERS B.I.G. ... we proceed . To give you, what you need I am. as we proceed . To give you all what you need motherFUCKERS B.I.G., motherFUCKERS OHHHHH SHIT!!! Yo. too much smoke in here man Crack the fuckin window man That's how the fuck you went to jail last time nigga The fuck wrong with you nigga. the fuck man? Ahh ehh. stupid nigga man Nigga fuck that Yo. yo! Yo-yo-yo, yo, yo, yo. yo Yo-yo-yo, yo. yo Yo. I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you loose teeth like Lil' Cease Nigga please, blood floods yo' Dungarees And that's just the half on my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low doe" Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas, snort-caine niggas Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be Til Lil' Cease crippled me Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know da rules Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin bout All the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through Now the year's new, I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha) Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin Catch cases, come out frontin, smokin somethin Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it wit the basic, six TV's a system Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss Y'all can't see this. That this might be the night. This might be the night that's right, that's right This might be the night. (kiss your ass goodbye) Niggas playin they hands wrong, that's why they won't last long Finessed, what I was dealt with from the day I was born While you bent up on that corner, niggas plottin and scheamin Up in them little holes, be creepin wit mad demons Niggas knows, not to fuck with my dough Niggas know not to fuck with this little bro I'm ten seconds hit'n'go Black mask black truck chrome rims Chuck Timbs Enough to confuse, any witness Strongest of calibers, is what we only travel wit You gotta get hit, your man did, so you got a hand in it Extort y'all, once friends, now we gotta cross y'all You know the niggas with the biggest balls set the new laws And flip fours, have em washin drawers while you up North Gat to your jugular, getting your salad tossed Overhearin niggas situation, sayin, "Like we thought" Sittin on the stand with no remorse Y'all can't see this. That this might be the night. This might be the night that's right, that's right This might be the night. (kiss your ass goodbye) Yo, yo how we do niggas, I don't beef I shoot niggas If I can't get the main character, a few niggas then I don't need no gin to boost me I got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go I got fire in my heart, guns in my car Cash in my Carharts, it ain't hard to get em Like blaow when I hit em, the nigga shit his drawers When the 40-pound hit him, the fuck these niggas thought? Could it be the fame, maybe it's the 2 Benz or Would it be the same if I couldn't claim those? Fuckin with, hoes?? Cock sucker beat it while you bleed it on the dashboard Niggas get, what they hand call for, again bricks You get deaded, I get erections, over revenge Can you get a quiet spot in the shade, for a breeze I lay a nigga down and steam roll away?? Y'all can't see this. That this might be the night. This might be the night that's right, that's right This might be the night. (kiss your ass goodbye) Y'all can't see this. That this might be the night. This might be the night that's right, that's right This might be the night. (kiss your ass goodbye) {Puff Daddy shouting a lot over the chorus} I never thought it would be like this I never thought it would be like this Always thought you would be here Always thought you would be by my side I never thought it'd be like this OH GOD I MISS YOU! C'MON! YEA! Y'all can't see this. That this might be the night. This might be the night that's right, that's right This might be the night. (kiss your ass goodbye) {Puff Daddy shouting a lot over the chorus}
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Valerie Simpson, Nickolas Ashford, Christopher Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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