Текст песни Notorious B.I.G. f Busta Rhymes, Mark Cu - Born Again
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[Notorious B.I.G.]Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggazMy Fulton Street niggaz (hardcore for ninety-six)Dangerous MC`s..Uhh (check it out) uhhDiamonds on my neck, chrome drop-topChillin on the scene, smokin pounds of greenOooh-wee, you see, the ugliestMoney-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch NessNine millimeter cock test, wan fi` test?And the winner is..[Busta Rhymes]Y`all niggaz know the rulesI blast on niggaz so --[Notorious B.I.G.]-- my fist never bruiseLand-still-cruise, Frank White paid his duesAsk who`s the raw, bet they say Poppa veryLook forward to me like commissaryAll of a sudden, now every-body Big WillieDone did it, come widdit, get yo` head splittedor get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid itYour shit it, just ain`t got that LOUDGold tooth shine like TA-DOW!Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrowBy now you figure, he talkin bout that niggabut your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpinIV to pump-in, you`re feeling somethingCatch my drift, or catch my four-fifth liftat least six inches, above project fencesTurn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinchesWhen I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)Actor needs chiropractor (HAH, HOO) for cracked jawYes I rocked your cheddar box (hah)Dangerous you`re not I gets down (HOO)Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside downChorus: Busta RhymesC`mon, yo, throw your hands c`monBitch grab your tits c`monLet me know you in the spotBump your fists, c`monThugs tote yo` shitwe bout to get mo` rich, c`monLet`s blow the club, c`monFuck the place up, c`monShake yo` nasty assand make it swing all around, c`monYo, make this moneythrow yo` loot on the ground, c`monBounce in your whips, c`monBitch lick yo` lips, c`monDangerous MC`sMy nigga this be the shit, c`monDangerous MC`sMy nigga this be the shit, c`mon[Mark Curry]Uh-huh, make money hand over fistThe bo-vines roam where chickenhearts don`t existSettin up shop, it`s hands on in the hustleFakes don`t kill nuttin but time and don`t tussleThe process of elimination, fresh rotationcome and go and they death be starvationIn the heat of battle it`s no rest for the wearySnooze and you lose is the theoryThe theory of a patient man, is wild beyond beliefBe afraid, you don`t want beef with us chiefYour talk is cheap and the supply meets demandEverything you can imagine is real manand revenge be the dish I serve to cats coldStay up on about ten folds, you know how it goesYou know the streets and it`s real as shit, c`monNiggaz grab your dicks, c`monBitches rub your tits, c`monChorus (minus last two lines)[Snoop Dogg]Awww nah, big Snoop DoggSlap you with my paw, all across your jawBreak fool on these bitches while I`m breakin the lawYou come up in my room look bitch you takin it offFollow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide emwith that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shitWe dips to this, make chips to thisand buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)I bet you didn`t know that yo` bitch was suckin dick (say what?)Who you think she fuckin with? (what?) Look hereMy, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowdPoint a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW