Now here you come, drop top ridin' You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin' Pussy makes money, stick to the business Think about the real motherfuckers that live it Street life
after I, after I shit on her I'm sposed to hit that after that? She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right Ya know I shit, after I shits
When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze
, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after
Who y'all talkin' to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out to all the niggaz that be fuckin' mad bitches In other niggaz cribs thinkin' shit
is you to be askin' me questions You kno' what I'm sayin', who is you? I gots to talk, I gotta tell what I feel I gotta talk about my life as I see it
's Drew, played fools out they money in pool People swore we was fuckin' but we was just cool She used to hang while I slang my drugs after school She
man, I know you hear me nigga I know you hear me, you got too much livin' to do Too much unfinished business, it ain't over, live your life
hustle backwards I smoke Blackwoods and Dutchies, ya can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy You're bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo spirit above me Or beneath me, your whole life
senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a French kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street, they ain't heard from him since You know about life after
and Sean Combs takin' broads home On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chicks 'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit That's not
[Chorus: repeat 4X] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [repeat 8X] Let's Ride [repeat 3X] Get High [repeat 3X] [Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone] aint
bitch, another bitch in my life What do ya do when your man is untrue? Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new? I need another man in my life
your killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes, like 'True Lies', kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, your life
{Good evening and for my last hit I'd like to take you back to the classic B.I.G. style of course} Playa hater, turn your head 'round Lay on the ground
Uhh I like that, you like that? Heh Here's another one And another one And another one And another one Uhh, what, what? You must be used to me spendin
Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon Hah, sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct, niggaz don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs
