from B.I.G.'s album continued: OK after these messages we'll be back with the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this *applause* OK
how you blowing up n-gga, they chewing you and when you hit rock bottom, they shoo'ing you like "ooh you, ooh, get away" Not you, yeah right, ok Don't
Verse one: Magnificent rhymer, Ill beat designer If they ask you if I'm def. Don't front and say kinda Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous
to the lullaby of Broadway. The hi-de-hi and boopa-doo. The lullaby of Broadway. The band begins to go to town and everyone goes crazy. You rock-a-bye
Ok, we're on the air live from Lake Merit in Oakland, California We'll have exclusive coverage of Gutfest '89 I'm Ted Casey, and we're gonna go down live
g Family bonds loosen then gone Emotional debris contains memories tranquil and calm Future seems to predict the forbes state of being rich But never switch rich But which way is up The webstorial monarch sparks once more The beginning
hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin [Hook] X 2
feel like dancing I feel like dancing I smell something in the air thats making me (high) I said I smell something in the air thats making me high ok
a drum. Don: I mean . . . I know what it's like, to me the idea of being commercial is doing something different. Meredith: Bet that one's a heavy one
whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance [Verse One: Mase] Now trick
and the manager says 'tough shit - drink up and leave' Oh God it's another disease And you just got rid of the last You were beginning to feel ok And
whatever, that?s ok. But here?s what gives me a hard-on: I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant lump of carbon. I have one life, and it is short And unimportant
) She?s like 66 hundred ? angel in the disco She dropping low back it up, mommy?s on the motion Shakin that booty, ok, shakin that booty, ok (x2) ? I?
Another Level While I Get My Freak On, The Vibe Is Mental Transcendental, We Somewhere Else Now Still Rocking A Mask, But I've Taken Off My Suit You Rocking
blowing up nigga, they chewing you And when you hit rock bottom, they shoo'ing you Like "ooh you, ooh, get away" Not you, yeah right, ok Don't listen
open the daily news, how's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans? Open-toed sandals with chancletas with jeans on. How's the king of New York rockin