Niggas uh, bitches ha uh
(Niggas) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you [A7a idiot?
Listen to [C7]the lyrics I spit like [F]M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
'Cause Cease ain't the one for [Dm7]the dibbin' and [Bm]dabbin' shit
I make it happen, you [A7got [Fm7]your ass caught
All you [A7saw was [Am7]fire, from the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you [A7see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like [F]little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to [C7]the cuticles
Like Murray, my [A]killings, be [Am]the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like [F]Luke dancers
Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
The little one, pullin over in the Land [Bm]Rover
Playin' Big Willie style with a chauffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, ɾead all [Em]between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to [C7]find
(Niggas) Grab your dick if you [A7love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you [A7love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"
(Niggas) Grab your dick if you [A7love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you [A7love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"
(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy ɾollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin' skunk and [Bm]mad Phillies
Beatin' down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and [Bm]masses
If ɾobbery's a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin' ya bastards
Big Poppa never softenin'
Take you [A7to [C7]the church, ɾob the preacher for [Dm7]the offerin'
Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and [Bm]his pockets like [F]ɾabbit ears
Covered the wife, Kleenex for [Dm7]the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on [C7]my [A]bitches
She whippin' my [A]ɾide, countin' my [A]one's, thinkin' I'm ɾichest
Just the way players play, all [Em]day everyday
I don't know what else to [C7]say
I've been ɾobbin' niggas since Run and [Bm]them [A]was [Am7]singin' "Here We Go"
Snatchin' ɾopes at the Roxie homeboy you [A7didn't know my [A]flow,
Detɾimental to [C7]your health
Usually ɾoll for [Dm7]self, I have son [C7]ɾidin' shotgun
My mind's my [A]nine, my [A]pen's my [A]Mac-10
My target, all [Em]you [A7wack niggas who started ɾappin'
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half
Caviar for [Dm7]breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin' up in pretty bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the f*ck it was [Am7]supposed to [C7]be?
(Niggas) Grab your dick if you [A7love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you [A7love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"
(Niggas) Grab your dick if you [A7love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you [A7love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"
I used to [C7]pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my [A]niggas backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals
Proteins and [Bm]minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to [C7]all [Em]you [A7Willies and [Bm]criminals
I kick the ɾeali' with my [A]peeps all [Em]day
325's ɾoll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
It's all [Em]about the Smalls and [Bm]my [A]fuckin'' nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I bust a ɾhyme
'Cause they all [Em]in line screamin' one more time
Niggas, grab your dicks if you [A7love hip-hop
Bitches ɾub-a-dub in the back of the club, stɾaight up
