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The Notorious B.I.G. - Guaranteed Raw (Notorious Music From and Inspired by the Original Motion Picture 2009)
The Notorious B.I.G. — Guaranteed Raw (Notorious Music From and Inspired by the Original Motion Picture 2009)
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Guaranteed Raw (Notorious Music From and Inspired by the Original Motion Picture 2009) The Notorious B.I.G.03:41
Текст песни: Guaranteed Raw (Notorious Music From and Inspired by the Original Motion Picture 2009)
[Intro] Chill Twan, damn man! That nigga Big got somethin to say? Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big? Yeah, yeah Special shoutout to my man MC Homicide and DJ Fatal Twin one and two my man Milk My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew Y'all know how we flow And I'ma drop it like this y'all [Verse 1] Oh what a feeling! Drivin' in my four by four Girlies galore, B.I.G. on the door Chrome trimming with the smoke tint Givin' chumps a hint as I count my mint Stacks of doves, half my man's is C-note All from sayin' rhymes that B.I.G. wrote Blunt, I take a toke, but only if it's weed Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy Pass to D or maybe movin' solo Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw Live in action, guaranteed raw! [Interlude] Who's coming through? Y'all know who! (Who?!) [Verse 2] Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated Your rhymes ain't shit; they must be constipated Many awaited the heavyset brother from Fulton Street To drop a rhyme to a funky beat Expellin MCs as if I was at Sarah J Or boys and girls at any school around the way Opponents, pupils, but I'm the principal Hard to beat, damn near invisible Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life Makin money smoking mics like crack pipes Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my people my palm And sayin' rhymes is an opium bomb Yes it's me, the B.I.G Competition ripper ever since 13 Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a fall at! B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner Quick to smother a punk motherfucker Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya And I love ya 'cause you're a sweet bitch A crazy crab, ya might make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta B.I.G. is a born, trooper Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta Stay dipped and I'm not a booster So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond There's no other assumption, I got it goin' on I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this Even my mother be noddin' her head to this Makes her proud to see her one son get loud Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed RAW Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya As ya follow this yeah, I gave a toast to ya crew See, they popped on ya like a kernel They didn't realize that the beef was eternal Internal injury that's what you're soon to see B.I.G. keeps company Sometimes in my waist, if Jake come, I'm boatin' Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and I'll be floatin' to your punk part of town Anybody fronting, they better duck down Don't get mad 'cause I grazed ya You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldn't get a good hit Shit, I was aimin' for the melon But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin' Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed raw! [Outro] And you don't stop, and you don't stop You keep on To my man Milk, and Thai Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect Most definitely Sent a shout on
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