[Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick Give your testicles a swift kick ain't that some shit Am I hard-hardcore harder than the Plymouth It ain't no myth. It's a nigga with a spliff And a chrome four-fifth pressed on yo back So what you want nigga? How you wanna act? I'm uncivilized cause I love to see niggas die Brains all leaking out on the street And the pastor preaching: he was a good man Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis You fuck with the high die you die You're the same motherfucker If you look up in the sky I want some old nex shit Suplex shit Hardcore sex shit [Hook:] Grab the 9, 2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] A repetitive loop all I need to display Solo is the proof I put it to you boy Hope you got the scoop Biggie Smalls the rap genius I keep the Glock by the penis The cleanest cut fuck sluts With the big humongous butts I used to rub a butt My style is Gucci like the hookers pussy And it don't take a lot of back talk To push me into flamin 'em Like that little nigga Damien Glock 19 to my motherfucking cranium Gang-thight gun toting motherfucker Niggas in they brains thought biggie was a sucker I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I snitched 'em I stripped 'em, cause niggas dont want the friction Told you before how I bring the drama Slaying Larry Johnson and his grand mama! [Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga when I get busy, throw ya hands in the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality Niggas be grabbing me, knowing that they rather be stabbing me All up in my back, try'na take my track When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels A nigga front throw a gat to the fool next one to move is getting blasted Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard As I release Master piece it's like indecent Stuck to your ass like tissue when you're wiping fast MC's have a hard time believin' I'm marked with death hard to kill like Steven With Jacob I'm leavin' the black man's motto: "You got a better chance playing lotto" [Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets, a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun!
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