i aint mad at cha & ur nobody till somebody kill u -are really the only 2 lines one can assume, a subliminal shot at pac
but if u listen to the whole interview they asked biggie about pac death & he said it was a great list to hip hop & he felt for pac's family
i really dont know what yall wanted him to say
esp. after the year & a half of pac saying the most fukk'd up shyt one can say about another man
I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease
nikka please
Blood floods your dungarees
And that's just a half of my warpath
Laugh now cry later,
I rhyme greater
than the average player hater, and spectators
Buy my CD twice
They see me in the streets they be like you he nice
But that's on the low doe'
be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change nikkas
snort-cane nikkas
extortion came quicker
Bought the Range' nikka
You still tickle me
I used to be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me
Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be
The games sour like like a pickle be
You all know the rules
Move from BK to New Jerus
Thinking 'bout, all the planes we flew
bytches, we ran through
Now the years new
I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Motherfukkers mad 'cause I blew, nikkas envious
Too many nikkas on my dikk, shyt's strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed you
I ain't mad at you (we ain't mad at you)
Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing
Catch cases, come out fronting
Smoking something
Sipping White Russians, bytch in the Benz bumping
I laced it wit the basic
6 TV's, a system, knocking Mase shyt, face it
We hard to hit
Guard your shyt, for I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the "P"
Mix shots, "work your seat up"
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
LONG KISS
UH-I flaming gats, aiming at, these fukking...
Maniacs put my name in raps--
Games dat
Like they hustle backwards
I smoke backwards, and Duchees
Ya can't touch me
Try to rush me
Slugs go, touchy-touchy
You're bleeding lovely, with you, spirit above me
or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me
Rest where the worms-n-the weak be
My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
With the holy ghost
I put holes in most, you hold your toast shakey
Slip-n-trying to break me
Look what you made me do, brains blue
My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe
Skiid it out, weeded out, clean it out
The block for distance is, given long kisses bytch
nikkaz in my faction don't like askin questions
Strictly gun testin, coke measurin
Givin pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin fanny, spendin chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nikka decease
MWA, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
as my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
shyt's official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all --
death
controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh
I spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody til somebody kills you