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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Al Green
Al Green
Sampled Artist
Barrington Levy
Barrington Levy
Sampled Artist
Diddy
Diddy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Green
Al Green
Composer
Carl Thompson
Carl Thompson
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Osten Harvey
Osten Harvey
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Executive Producer
Conrad Dimanche
Conrad Dimanche
Associate Producer
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Vocal Producer
Alex Dejonge
Alex Dejonge
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jay Whalen
Jay Whalen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Executive Producer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Voletta Wallace
Voletta Wallace
Executive Producer
Wayne Barrow
Wayne Barrow
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ed Raso
Ed Raso
Mixing Engineer
Easy Mo Bee
Easy Mo Bee
Producer
Chucky Thompson
Chucky Thompson
Producer
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Producer
Roger Che
Roger Che
Recording Engineer
Chris Conway
Chris Conway
Recording Engineer
DJ Mister Cee
DJ Mister Cee
Associate Producer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Producer

गाने

Puff] Bad Boy baby Yeah. yeah. Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah. Yeah. B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 Born Again. c'mon. The weak or the strong, who got it going on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on You're dead wrong Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers Hail Mary full of grace. smack the bitch in the face; take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back, jab her if she act funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors" Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia; beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia She don't remember shit! Just the two hits! Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits! Sucking on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around" Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G" Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G Disrespect me - my potency is deadly I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick because he wanted me to fuck him from the back but Smalls don't get down like that Got your father hiding in a room; fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it! Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push. me I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon, got the little hookers screaming Because you know I love it young, fresh and green with no hair in between, know what I mean? Ladies and gentlemen. There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism; candles and exorcism Animals having sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just, beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fucking, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lying, I got a nine in my pocket and baby I'm just, dying to cock him He's ready for war, I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wet on the third; then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong Uh-huh, and we won't stop, because we can't stop
Writer(s): Al Green, Austin Harvey, Marshall Mathers, Carl Thompson, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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