Notorious... Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat... (Swizzie)(Yall ready?) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat... call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat... call your clique (Where Brooklyn at? Hey, King of New York BIG, Twista, Bone...) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that shit, I got to light one Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggas be scramblin, gamblin Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins Nigga you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you Been in this shit since ninety-two Look at all the bullshit I been through Sure caught beef with you know who Fuck a few female stars or two Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit Not to be fucked with Motherfucker better duck quick, cause Me and my dogs love to buck shit Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit Grab yo' gat, call yo' click Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggas I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna do, fight or run? Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) (Ladies and Gentlemen, Twista) Makin money, livin marvelous In God we trust Don't too many niggas wanna start with us Got big guns in the cars with us Bust at any mothafucka actin hard with us They really wanna show you what a G.I.B I'd rather be sippin Remy in V.I.P We can hear the music and that'll be by me Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checkin out the flow You know it's gon' reign with persistence Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence Let's get it crackin, I love to bust flows Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago Calico's bumpin, I love to bust dough You think you could spit on the mic Like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I Shit, it's real, you know you love em, you ain't got Ready To Die Life After Death, give it to you however you want it nigga Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga Cause the shit it get deep So I carry big heat Screamin "Come and get me" Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie) Free mils, I love to make one All these cars, I love to ride one All these hoes, I love to cut one A tribute to Big, I love to bust one Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) (Them Bone boys is back! Them Bone boys is back! Lets go) In the middle of the hour Bring niggas more drama then they baby mamma's Nigga wanna battle, well I'll bomb ya One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas Like terra-cotta Niggas always ready for the war But they really don't wanna see a nigga though We can do em in a minute Then we finish wit em Hit em wit the feelin of a nigga wit a sick ass flow Doin it wit Swizz, oh no You niggas is in some tro-o-uble Somebody better call po-po It's gonna be murder when I get to servin em verbally (Yea...) Nigga yall heard of me, wig splitta, killa nigga word to me And I'm classic, like Bird and Magic Wit a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum Double on the mag random With the bullets I brand em Finna hold the game ransom Runnin up in your mansion, catch the man and flashin cannons (Let's go) Niggas ain't ready for this one cause I'm on a mission to get even better believe it I'm heavily heated It's easy to see me If you want to see me, let that be the reason (C'mon... B.I.G.) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Spit your game, talk your shit Grab your gat, call your clique Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Squeeze your clip, hit the right one Pass that weed I gotsta light one (Go... C'mon) Notorious... You just heard the sounds of the King of New York Notorious... B.I.G. (B.I.G.). Notorious... Notorious... There's only one crown...

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