Notorious Big lyrics

Notorious Big lyrics

"Who Shot Ya lyrics"

Penghujung Jalan lyrics
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[Intro: Puff Daddy]
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers [2X]

As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers

BIG - Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh

As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers

[Verse One:]
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn
To Hangatyr lyrics
Music:Magnusson / Lyrics:JarrebringHung in a tree far aboveBleeding for a heathen spearSacrificed to HangatyrThe wolfs howl, the ravens fleeScreams of anguishWrithe in despair and fearTheir hopes of an arrivalTo the land beyond the oceanA life on the kneesYou're better off deadYour life is fadingTake your last breathCall upon the godsSummon the king of the hangedA last wish to enter the mighty hallsOf all the fallen heroes
though
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

[Interlude:]
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers

As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers

Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers

[Verse Two:]
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep,
C'est La Vie lyrics
Ah. I know that I expect a lot too much the phantoms in my head cross ev'ry borderline. Save me save me. I'm crying for my guardian angel and now she's talking to me. C'est la vie rely on your heart Ooh c'est la vie et l'ange de vie la douce lumiere c'est la vie n'est jamais trop tard Ooh c'est la vie receive the light and discover new energy discover new energy c'est la vie you have a good heart. c'est la vie you have a good heart. Ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and...

(Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers)

C'mere, c'mere (it ain't gotta be like that Big)
open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
don't fuck with me? [muffled] c'mon man
Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
(as we proceed) (c'mon man) Look at you now
(to give you what you need)
H.i.v. lyrics
He?s crawling thru your blood, he?s comin? thru your cells... when you don?t protect yourself, he strikes you Do you know who he is? It?s the H.I.V. Here we go, check it out! Running thru your blood, intervening thru your cells,I be your worst nightmare, so you can go and tell,my duty is to take you off this earth, since your birth,let me tell you how I go to work and how it hurts In the 20th century they invented me, swallowed meny medicine,tackled many vaccines Still standing here on my own and I can?t wait to g
Huh? (c'mon man)
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers) [muffled sounds, six gun shots]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers

(Who shot ya?)

Get high motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...

(Who shot ya?)

...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
East coast motherfuckers

(Who shot ya?)

West coast motherfuckers...
West coast motherfuckers... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get money motherfuckers

As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...


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