Now here you come, drop top ridin' You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin' Pussy makes money, stick to the business Think about the real motherfuckers that live it Street life
after I, after I shit on her I'm sposed to hit that after that? She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right Ya know I shit, after I shits
ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game tight, Bic that flame right Spell my name right, B I, double G
, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after
on 'em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass screamin', "Don't blast here's the stash A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please" Nigga pullin' mad G
be May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin' With my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin' somethin' You should know my steelo Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G
, a crackhead Kevin In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin' A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon We was king till the G's
man, I know you hear me nigga I know you hear me, you got too much livin' to do Too much unfinished business, it ain't over, live your life
hustle backwards I smoke Blackwoods and Dutchies, ya can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy You're bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo spirit above me Or beneath me, your whole life
senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a French kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street, they ain't heard from him since You know about life after
and Sean Combs takin' broads home On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chicks 'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit That's not
[Chorus: repeat 4X] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [repeat 8X] Let's Ride [repeat 3X] Get High [repeat 3X] [Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone] aint
bitch, another bitch in my life What do ya do when your man is untrue? Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new? I need another man in my life
your killings clean, slugs up in between They eyes, like 'True Lies', kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, your life
{Good evening and for my last hit I'd like to take you back to the classic B.I.G. style of course} Playa hater, turn your head 'round Lay on the ground
fuckin' you tonight Let's stop the bullshit, baby Let me take you to the spot, get you hot So you wanna be with me, Puff Daddy B.I.G., bring that ass
The more problems we see I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O,
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon Hah, sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct, niggaz don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs
