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The Notorious B.I.G.
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Means* part that would be censored One time one, time n anusone time (Where! )?Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do they, got a n anusStill runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) Verse One Dramacydal: I ain't got nuttin on my mind but, gettin in some trouble Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles For some ridah delight now, we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me but, if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them b s******so they all remember me With my vest on my chest my, tools and my piece Thug Life m r**********gotta me runnin' from the police *N* anusyou, know that's true Catch a n anuslike K-Dog chillin, wit a crew Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re The O J. And. it's all ok To that fuckin fake cop *got*, to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn I, hope it don't spill N anuschill s, titis real c backunt my steel Still runnin' from the police *I* gets no sleep I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo But I ain't no motherfuckin track star Pigs, *got* a Jeep Like Big Mouth runnin, through motherfuckers backyards So I grabs, my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin' these, b s*****is runnin' from me Lick shots hits spots off on my piece Cause a n anuslike Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police *Interlude* Don: Gargon (some?? ragga toaster this, is a very rough guess) I bust off What! about the time me running from the punk police They tried to c me*** but, them can't gun store When a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh pull, up your pants then you s wankan left squad Look around look, around punk, police While run as fast as you can but you can't catch me Look around look, around punk, police Me hafta blast back cause, they blast at me Verse Two Stretch: Notorious, B I. G. Yo. I was schemin, and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route To ghetto, fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain cold, gettin fly like a plane On them suckers with my n anusBiggie Smalls causin ruckus Check it I, grew up a fuckin screwup Got introduced to the game got, a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The n anusBiggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White And we got the workers choppin rock Benz, by the flock And we gettin it the, dirty cop *is* jealous so they sweatin it I'm lettin off smoke hope, they don't play me for no joke And provoke the homicide so, just let the drama slide We keepin it real f, k**how you feel Biggie, pass the steel Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal We had to grow dreads to change our description Two *cops is* on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police *picture* that n, anusI'm too fat I f k**around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing) That's why I bust back it, don't phase me When he drop take, his glock and, I'm Swayze Summer break my, escape sold, the glock bought, some weight Laid back I, got some money to make m, r**********Interlude Don: Gargon (again?? this is a very rough guess) Now it's war me, tryin to sell runnin, from the punk po-lice They try to c me*** but, them can't gun store What about they come to hold up me North Pulled up the park I, left school and lets buck Look around look, around punk, police Run as fast as you can but you can't catch me Look around look, around punk, police Me haf to blast back cause, they blast at me Verse Three 2Pac: They got me runnin' from the five-o *Duckin* and dodgin in my survival The Benzo and I let off with my nine *ho I'm* movin swifter than the next n anusno, time for s Cause** in my mind all I wonder is who's next N anusmy, homey slipped and now he pays the price He did a driveby sixteen, now, he's doin triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin I spit that thug s titN anusMoth kuntitsingin I, hope you got your Timberlands On tight cause, I ain't givin up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night I'm runnin' through the projects beyotch, They'll never catch me Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the sneotch, Don't say you never heard of me til, they murder me I'm, a legend Do Thug n s****go to heaven I'm? rollin with the thorough heads We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-o *I'm* runnin' from the police Outro Don: Gargon To?? fade
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