[Notorious B.I.G + (Faith Evans)] To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcoholic man Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?) I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras But cheeks, I'm smackin' em' (huh?) The raw rapper, spot smacker Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter And If I ever fall in love, I bet I'd fucked it up Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her She try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her (Why you wanna...play games on me?) Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze No time for the ill shit Mess with the niggaz on that real blood spill shit My rappin' tactics, are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be Filled with energy, niggaz never gettin' me
[Chorus:Repeat x2: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis + (Ludacris ab-libbing)] Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life
[Ludacris] It's clear to see that I'm the motherfuckin' man, I done learned from the Best of em; Took the first slot, niggaz still second guessin' em Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em' Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em' Cause everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder I'm rich, bitch! I've done more shows than Oprah And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever Roll with a bunch of niggaz that don't know no better King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one fuckin' wit me They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times
[Chorus + (Ludacris ab-libbing)]
[Snoop Dogg] To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy Nigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me? They say the game ain't what it use to be no mo' Used to be a G, but now he just a ho Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house Now they call me Snoopy Trump I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust Now hat's a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; I'm livin' the life!
Songwriters: BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN / WHITE, BARRY EUGENE / BUTLER, JERRY / YANCY, MARVIN JEROME / ANGELETTIE, DERIC MICHAEL / MACK, CRAIG J. / COLEMAN, TREVELL / ELLIOTT, MELISSA A. / WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER / BROADUS, CORDOZAR CALVIN