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All Star
Verse 2:
Damn! nikkaz wanna stick my for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and getcha
Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the fukkers in a bad prediciment, where all the foul nikkaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
fukk what I'ma hit you with you motherfukkers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and EXPLODE on ya ra$$hole
I fukk around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more nikka
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a fukk about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not gunnin, nikka I bust my gun an'
hold on, I hear somebody comin...
Big's flow was so crazy on this to me.
Always respected his story telling
