(I gots to talk) (I gotta tell what I feel) (I gotta talk about my life as I see it) Biggie Ayy, yo Biggie Uh, yo, check it Uh, yo Biggie It's a shame, who do we blame? The government restrain to maintain the system we contain (Biggie) Tolerate wads of flows, give up commercial lyrical shows This ain't 5-0 folders, phony fakes saying, "Fuck 12" Not that I condone the killing, but squares get detected since [?] Get what I'm sayin'? My word is always bond 24/7, eleven's peel cerebellums on those who go to plottin' Knockin' noggins, beheadin' politicians Plans that's optimistic, propendous and not 'spicious Never fictitious, hopin' I become the richest Venomous lyrical switches, whipped bitches Fuck once snitches 'til eyes twitch, ayy (Come on) Witch get stitched, not get fixed But we'd need revolutionaries in this world Maybe put down the TEC and find your intellect and use that nonsense and flex Each year, younger, younger havin' sex With the only thing that swears the previous lines and what's up next Reach my apex, kick in the door, wavin' the .44 I wave a message, I hope you think it's impressive Colossal done sent us to approve the youth mental Come in gentle, no detrimental, once upon a time I found my divine mind Inflicted apex vibes through these lines That I bind, rise and grind to this shine And unwind wads of wop, headed straight to the top (Biggie) If I make it, it's cops still pop top's on the block I guess that's why I copped the Glock Cop glocked at my pops, he survived that, runnin' traffic on Trinity Ave When niggas like Slick work up in the apartment Cypher cast 'bout six words in my esophagus (My word is bound) Zay, you suck I don't even know what I'm gonna rap on this shit (Biggie), straight up This is so shit Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Okay, okay, alright Very angry while trying to strangle my balls Wipe my ass with some butter while scraping shit on the wall But honestly overall, I like popping an Adderall While dancing around, clapping a pansy in overalls It's no wonder why my mother hates me I beat my dick to porn flicks of Martin Lawrence with autistic babies Child molestin', incest, it wasn't a question Beat her like Sean Penn, venom in my pen Rape a broad while kissin' on Christian Bale In fact, if I go to Hell, it's likely I'll go to jail I heard in prison they like all the little kids So me and that Woody Allen were planning to take a trip "Oh Woody, such a big woody Stop touching my penis, so cover it with a hoodie You promised me if I came, you'd give me a bunch of goodies What's in that black backpack?" "Oh, it's nothing", well, nothing turned into something 'Cause soon as the cops passed, Woody just hauled ass Cops stopped us, Woody asked for a kiss Told the officers coming that, "Woody's touching my dick" Martin Lawrence in my backseat In my (Biggie), in my backseat It's a kick in the door In the door, ayy I'ma go up on niggas, yes Hey-oh Ha-ha (Howdy y'all, fuck shit, you lied a bit, came off this shit's like...) Oh my God, oh, shit Okay, alright, alright, alright, I'm done (Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stu...) Pussy boy, you get smoked, like a Newport