Biggie Lyrics

Biggie lyrics

Queen Bee and Notorious B.I.G. nigga

The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it

The best that ever lived it, cock suckers, what's his name?

That's how we do it y'all, yeah, to all my niggaz in the house

Bad Boy, who we die for all day, everyday nigga, yeah, yeah

Yeah



For the love of Big, we bang out

Since my man died, we don't hang out

We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out

Mafia World, all my niggaz max out

We Bad Boys, why y'all niggaz cracked out

Coward niggaz, most are buried down south



Far from gangstas, really hush puppies

Niggaz barely speak when we discuss money

Niggaz stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny

The realest niggaz never took nuthin' from me



Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk

And hate kids got niggaz on state bids

That hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix

A yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me

How to flip bricks like cartwheel



To all my thugs who puffed him

To all my girls who hugged him

You love him, yell his name Biggie

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees

Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie



Mafia

Representin' Buck town

Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earing's, you know the drama Biggie bring



For Big I learn to grip aim and cock it once I got it, I lock it

Banger, big city boy with deep pockets

See me speak, that paper better be the topic

I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic

I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it

And with the flashy colors on, you just a target

Waitin' for a hard hit



I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team

Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams

We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings

I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things

Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer

Fall, winter to the spring my nigga ill's holdin' it down for the beam

Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains

Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain still ride, still die for Big's
name



To all my thugs who puffed him

To all my girls who hugged him

You love him, yell his name Biggie

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees

Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie



Mafia

Representin' Buck town

Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earing's, you know the drama Biggie bring



For Big I grip the cig, put six in your wig

Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did

When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised

And thats the way it is for Biggie

We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera

Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre

Full of dirt like hampers I roll with a bunch of niggaz

That wear bandannas and rep Biggie



We kept it through, from the heart ripped the barrel

B.K. style, see Big howl, now

Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world

Niggaz nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep Biggie

Niggaz tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut

Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what

Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths

Know my gat and bust for my nigga Biggie



To all my thugs who puffed him

To all my girls who hugged him

You love him, yell his name Biggie

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees

Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie



Mafia

Representin' Buck town

Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earing's, you know the drama Biggie bring



Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z

Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe

My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn

One for Mafia so take that and this one's for Biggie

You know Frank kept me iced out

Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account

All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it



You fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like Biggie

All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth

Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B I, double G I E

Y'all niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma

Who you love Biggie for the Y2G, the two ten

We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own

'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up

B I G missin' us, shout him out Biggie



To all my thugs who puffed him

To all my girls who hugged him

You love him, yell his name Biggie

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees

Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie



Mafia

Representin' Buck town

Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earing's, you know the drama Biggie bring

Biggie



To all my thugs who puffed him

To all my girls who hugged him

You love him, yell his name Biggie

I'd rather die on my feet