Yo, check it Call Lil' Cease Tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed for this hospital Man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez And go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick (Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery But the nurses is loving me Saying the best part of the day is my half Feeding me breakfast, and giving me a sponge bath Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm getting high, getting head on the beach Chilling, sitting on about half a million With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's how it goes
Notorious! C'mon, we are, we are No, NO, NO, Notorious! He is.. he is.. No, No, No, Notorious!
This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win And the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It's all good, you know who the clone is Fuck the Jones's, niggas trying to keep up with the Combses
C'mon y'all Notorious! We are, we are (what's his name) No, no, no, Notorious! He is, he is (c'mon, what's his name?) No, no, no, Notorious!
Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? The Notorious K-I to the M That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what, I don't give a fuck! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperon Things done changed, but we continue to reign As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still listen to all the attention I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rocking mics in high heel stilettos We taking over like Francis Switching our styles like the hottest new dancers See, I let y'all live to stack a little paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!
She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah Notorious! No, no, no, notorious! He is, he is (c'mon, what's his name?) Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, notorious! We are, we are Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon No, no, no, notorious! He is, he is (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon) No, no, no, notorious! We are, we are Bad Boy 2000 No, no, no, notorious! B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..) And he won't stop No, no, no, notorious! Cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh We are, we are (Brooklyn baby) No, no, no, notorious! He is, he is