Letras:
Notorious B I G Life After Death Cd 1

of niggaz lyin, I'm sick of bitches hawkin (Aiyyo, yoyo Big, aiyyo chill) Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin *gunshot* *Life After Death piano and music

all that sweet winin and dinin Well I'm fuckin you tonight [Big] Here's another one And another one Uhh, uhh, what? [Verse One: Notorious B.I.G

beef is?) Uh-uh, uhh Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein

apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech Think about it now, thats damn near one-point-five I kill 'em all I'll be set for life

it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. I'm poppin

women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah [Chorus] [Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhhh B.I.G

all that sweet winin and dinin Well I'm fuckin you tonight [Big] Here's another one And another one Uhh, uhh, what? [Verse One: Notorious B.I.G

let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. I'm poppin

Teams provide, war for the street to absorb Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore [Notorious B.I.G