![]() ![]() ![]() Yeah, motherfuckers better know Huh, huh ( I'm a bad, bad, bad) Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls Huh, yeah ( I'm a bad, bad, bad) My man Inf left a TEC and a nine at my crib Turned him self in, he had to do a bid A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93 I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight And I'm stressed Yo, Biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat The first pocket that's fat, the TEC is to his back Word is bond, I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves ( What?) Treat it like boxin', stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit I've been robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships With the same clip and the same four-five Two point blank, a motherfucker sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogard Have his mother singin', "It's so hard" Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude Because the nigga play pussy That's the nigga that's gettin' screwed And bruised up from the pistol whippin ' Welts on the neck from the necklace strippin' Then I'm dippin' up the block and I'm robbin' bitches, too Up the herringbones and bamboos I wouldn't give a fuck if you're tnangerp Give me the baby rings and the #1 Mom pendant I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal 'Cause mom duke ain't givin' me shi t So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel dust When I bust my gat, motherfuckers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
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