world Now it seems it's gone away, gone away [The Notorious B.I.G. - Rap Verse] (Uhh) I dreams filthy My moms and pops mixed in with Jamaican Rum and
't blow it If you reap it, you sow it I, pay my, dues and it's the rules that I play by Carry the team like I'm A I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes and
like a snow job ( yeeeaaahh ] and you already know niggas wont stall ( or gone starve ] and you already know niggas gon rob and you gonna make me go
funerals in their Sunday clothes (Ya!) And spending money on spinners, but won't pay college funds (Ya!) And all you gangers and bangers, Rolling dice and
But instead, I went out And smashed up a station wagon around the corner I looked in the mirror and told myself I'm glad I still don't look like them
See I tried a million times but I had to change my mind Oh, sadness was the best thing I can bring On the inside he was dead and this is what he said
60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley and did it right And me and my vrew we're gone into the night
bulletproof I hope.. Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex, but I will flip Fuck up a nigga and dropkick his fuckin bitch I love to squabble and I'm good widdit
peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm
60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley and did it right And me and my vrew we're gone into the night Broke
peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats
as a fine art And when I'm finished, you can take this rap apart Analyze my elements and tactics First I'm over there, and then I'm back to this I jumble
and I don't understand God damn you got me sinkin' in quicksand But since I don't know and I ain't never learned I gotta get paid, I got money to earn
and break camp The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat You say I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet 'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone
King T and Big Ice Chorus: [Ice-T] But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report And set
me? Please forgive me And come back home, keep me safe and warm Now my baby's really gone I don't know if she's coming home, my luck's up, I, I, I know
changed and it feels odd Can?t believe it, this is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in
, don?t let my life get rougher And you gotta forgive me, I got alcohol in me Even after Im dead, niggas will never forgive me I got homies I love that