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Notorious B.I.G. Life After Death Long Kiss Goodnight [CHORUS] TIME, TIME FOR YOU TA DIE AS I KISS--YO--ASS--GOODNIGHT I make yo mouthpiece obese like delawese When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods yo dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But that's on the low doe' be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas snort-cane niggas extortion came quicker Bought the Range' nigga Ya still tickle me I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be The games sour like like a pickle be Ya'll know da rules Move from BK ta New Jerus Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew Bitches, we ran through Now da years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Muthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya) Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing Catch canes, come out frontin Smokin something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it wit the basic 6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face it We hard ta hit Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up Wipe the "P" Mix shots, "work ya seat up" Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up LONG KISS [CHORUS X 2] UH-I flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin... Maniacs put my name in raps--"support them" Games dat Like they hustle backwards I smoke backwards, and Duchees Ya can't touch me Try ta rush me Slugs go, touchy-touchy Ya bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me Rest where the worms-n-the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys Wit the holy ghost I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey Slip-n-tryin ta break me Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe Skiid it out, weeded out, clean it out The block for distance is, given long kisses bitch [CHORUS X 2] Frank White the menacin, craw-craw's demenacin I got the lettuce in You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I was a new comer then drugs and mac-10's Hug from fake friends Make ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyou That's why I relate to, choke yo ass till ya face blue, make you Open the safe too No matter how ya call it(how ya call it) This "bralick",alcoholic Like his weed green'd out like his brick solid Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Valentine, all the time Slugs hit'chya chest tap the spine Flat-line Heard through the grapevine, ya got fucked foe times Damn that three ta nine, fucked you up for real doe' "Slink steal slow" As you remorse we feel no [CHORUS X 6] |
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