[Notorious B.I.G] Another day in the ghetto One look outside I'm already upset yo It look about a hundred-and-two It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got
think its time to let the water fall, make it rain everyday cuz I order ball, new play call it auto ball, its too much bangin get off each others balls
love to see I'm getting paid like im supposed to My homies call me on my mobile wanna hang we still close too I switched positions with them cold
in come in come in dont stand outside no more I got a place for you(oooh) come in come in come in come in come in where its warm (smile is worth a million
that tear in your eye Gotta a 1994 hear you talkin But its damn sure better than walkin It might be old, it sure aint gold Better than stylin in the cold
You know all them boys be outside With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we scour the slums You know our toys be outside
Suffa We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy, We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty, I said this to pressure
Lord knows it gets cold outside And if you, you should want to come home Come on home You know I don't lie Should the world outside make you wanna
offer Mo sext just might cost ya Better pin with the lord who brought ya nigga I know your moma taught you better than that And when its cold outside
Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin broken down He
down the hill through grass grown tall and brown And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain On past the busted backs on its old and rusted Cadillac
Snoop; he's so fly and you know i got the 09 parked outside snoopadoopy, crack a groupie live the laverish life, u can call it how u see it, you can
Groundhog day Wake up in the morning wipe the cold from my eyes Put my dick in, grab the ashtray and take a tote from the lye Hear the folks outside
Everyday is the same day Its Groundhog day, its Groundhog day Verse 1: Wake up in the morning wipe the cold from my eyes Put my dick in, grab the ashtray
I'm bound by law to hell And its Sick! Sick! Sick! Humans have their needs, living in a fairy tale is tearing at the seem Yeah, it's anchorage, no its
pain Its destination my brain Can't hide from being eaten from inside, inside Originating deep within a heart That is now cold and dead Tearing its
pain, its destination my brain Can't hide from being eaten from inside - inside Originating deep within, a heart that is now cold and dead Tearing its
Show me something worse Than a child outside a church Begging with a cardboard box In a heartless town that hurts and mocks And on a chair anywhere