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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Deborah "Portia" Neeley Rolle
Deborah "Portia" Neeley Rolle
Background Vocals
Karen Anderson
Karen Anderson
Background Vocals
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Hammond Organ
DMC
DMC
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter
Darryl McDaniels
Darryl McDaniels
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Producer
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Mixing Engineer
Carlos Broady
Carlos Broady
Producer
Axel Niehaus
Axel Niehaus
Recording Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Recording Engineer
Lane Craven
Lane Craven
Recording Engineer
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Producer
Stephen Dent
Stephen Dent
Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Puff Daddy
Puff Daddy
Producer

Lyrics

*phone rings* [B.I.G.] Yo *heavy breathing* [B.I.G.] Sup hello? *heavy breathing* [B.I.G.] Faith? Motherfucker *click* *phone rings* [B.I.G.] Yo Kill you motherfucker (voice speaking to Biggie whispers throughout) [B.I.G.] Hello? Kill you motherfucker [B.I.G.] *sarcastically* WORD? I'm gonna get you motherfucker you better watch your motherfuckin back That's my word nigga [B.I.G.] Get the fuck outta here Better watch your motherfuckin abck [B.I.G.] Watch my back? WORD? I'm gonna get Biggie, I'm gonna kill Biggie [B.I.G.] You soft duke, you soft Fuck all you niggas, you all ain't SHIT Watch your motherfuckin back [B.I.G.] Eat a dick *click* Jealousy's a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers! If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker! See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down! Motherfuckers don't even know you, and they don't like you I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set off Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off Cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-lyn Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, Look Man You wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screaming "Bastard" Crying, know my friends is lying Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers Or their Desert, dying ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Giving cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me Sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall Pray and pray for my downfall This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreaming Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team and Be more gone than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces Fuck the screwfaces, cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly Some old school cats that call gats toolies Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers Specialize in killing wives and grandmothers Who ya trusting, shit When Frank start busting, Frank start somethin Killing ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs taking broads home On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chicks Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds Niggas want my team to stop shining Pray my fame start declining Whining like girlies We been around the world twice, all we got is mo' ice And mo' nice, sacrifice your heart Lexus with the automatic start Fifty shots'll tear your club apart Eating shrimp A la Carte, with some bitches from Brussels Eating clams and mussels Octopus, pretty face no waist I just want the bush, so I can mack it Give her a package to push, cause I work them hoes Pendejos I show you how to play them hoes Can you just visualize it Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet So I can sleep safe, not too many keep a mill' in the briefcase Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait See, y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity What y'all niggas need to get through your motherfucking heads Is that, y'all fucking with some niggas that's on a higher Motherfucking level -- we don't give a fuck About what you think about less how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep doing our motherfuckin thing From now till the year three thousand bitches! You can't breathe, you can't sleep, you can't eat Without thinking about us! And without thinking about us on your mind We gon' haunt your asses motherfuckers!
Writer(s): Sean J. Combs, Christopher Wallace, Nashiem Myrick, Carlos Daronde Broady, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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