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SINGER: Notorious B.I.G.
SONG:Hypnotize
Hah sicker than your average poppa twist carriage off instinct niggas dont think, shit stink pink gators, my detroit players timbs for my hooligans in brooklyn dead right, if they head right biggie there air-nike poppa been smoove since days of the underrules never lose, never choose to, bruise who crew do something to us, talk goes thru us girls want 2 us wanna do us screw us, who us? yeah poppa and puff close like starsky and hutch stick the clutch yeah i squeeze thee at your cherry m-3 bang every mc easily(take that) easily, recently frontin and aint sayin nuttin' so i just speak my piece, keep my peace cubans wit the jesus piece, wit my peeps packin askin' who want it you got it, nigga flaunt it that brooklyn bullshit...we on it 1-biggie biggie biggie cant you see that sometimes your words just hypnotize me and i just love your flashy ways guess thats why they broke, and your so paid I put ho's in ny onto dkny miami, d.c. prefer versace all phillie blunts, dont wit no skee-no every cutie wit a booty, bought up that coochie But who's the real dukie fiendin, now who's really the shit shit ride thru, frank white push the stick on the lexus lx who wanna hang bulletproof tints if i want some more tits gone blast...squeeze first, ask questions last thats how most of those so called gangsters past at last, niggas rappin about blunts and broads bitches and broads, menage et trois sex in expensive cars still leave you wanna...condo paid for, no car payment at my arrainment, note for the plaintiff your daughters tied up in a brooklyn basement face it, not guilty, thats how i stay filthy richer than richie so bitches come and get me (rpt 1) I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit escargot, my cargo 160, swiftly wreck it buy a new one your crew run run run your crew run run i know you sick of this name brand nigga wit flows girls say he's sweet like licorice so get wit this shit, its easy girlfriend heres a pen call me round 10 come thru, home sex on rugs thats persian come up to your job, hit you while your workin for certain poppa freakin, not speakin be that ass leakin' like rapper demos then dem bitches take they clothes off slowly hit em wit the force like obe dick black like crow-be watch me roam like romie lucky they don't owe me where the safe at, show me homey...
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