I got what I want I got to got it I got to got it [verse 2: The Biggie Sound] What do I need? I got to got it tonight I know I'll not take these things
I put my hand on my head 'cause I'm so confused And then I turned the TV down 'Cause I thought I heard a squeaky sound Somethings goin' on upstairs, yeah 'Cause I
caught the news Then I put my hand on my head 'cause I'm so confused And then I turned the TV down (TV down) 'Cause I thought I heard a squeaky sound
a um I was goin' to have a plate in my chin I said, dawg don't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now? It's bad enough I got all this jewelry
the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1 I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I
make it sound as music Let's play while I'd be See I ain't neva met a girl That's getting down like you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and I ain't neva met
want It?s guarenteed for my Boo boo boo boo boo Yea, yea, yea And I ain?t tryina go hard For what I need shawty I?m tryina tell you exactly what I need
work, I don't know [chorus - Biggie Sound] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I
west unite So, come on Oh, baby, baby, baby, I got your back No matter where I am, no mater where you at When you're thinking of me I'm dreaming of
, view of the ocean I already know it slow motion Already know it slow motion I can't even lie, I love it when I'm in it Me, I'm trying to win like I
the boss I'm like a human hot sauce Thinkin I'll burn your thoughts Your information was false I'll show you just what it costs In the M I crooked letter
fuck all day "I'm from the home of the Red Fox," said the entertainer Jettin' off with Brian Cox, I'll see ya later Maybe not 'cuz I got somethin' hot I
he kicked it All of a sudden mad labels on his dick But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they
coffins Can you feel it, my nigga? I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it
Goldie Loc] Can you feel it my nigga, I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it
fucking time yet I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc When I grab the mic, I pack a party like traffic You know my style, I got the hip sound I
Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks We got tribes in Africa that listen to Pak Fighting with brothers who pump Biggie
