Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics – The Notorious B.I.G. f/ Puffy Daddy & Lil' Kim

Notorious B.I.G. Text

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No, no, no, Notorious, no, no, no, Notorious
No, no, no, Notorious, no, no, no, Notorious

The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is lovin' me
Sayin' the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge bath

Niggaz say I died dead in the streets
Nigga I'm gettin' high, gettin' head on the beach
Chillin', sittin' on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women

Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin'
Got no love for the other side, f**k them tricks
Any repercussion, junior mafia spit clips
All the time, big poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw flows and that's how it goes

Notorious, come on, we are, we are
No, no, no, Notorious
He is, he is, no, no, no, Notorious

This for my niggaz slingin' thangs, had my ring encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the b**ches, who see them rims spin and grin
That sh*t with the v-trim that win

And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh

Hops, out the truck like, trick, what up?
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend to f**k
Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal

Niggaz talkin' real greasy on some ballin' sh*t
Funny how quick these pricks forget
Actin' like I ain't the reason they traded they sh*t
Switched that 5, copped that 6
It's all good, you know who the clone is
f**k the Joneses, niggaz tryin' to keep up with the Combses

(No, no, no, Notorious)
We are, we are, what's his name?
(No, no, no, Notorious)
He is, he is, come on, what's his name?
(No, no, no, Notorious)

Who that queen b**ch, keep her glass filled to the rim
The Notorious K-I to the M
That's me, on MTV, no doubt
Titty out like what, I don't give a f**k

Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperon
Things done changed, but we continue to reign
As the king and the queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.

Frank White still listen to all the attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin' my position
Sexy young thing, from the ghetto
That b**ch rockin' mics in high heel stilletos

We takin' over like Francis
Switchin' our styles like the hottest new dancers
See, I let y'all live to stack a little paper
Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor

(No, no, no, Notorious)
We are, we are, what's his name?
(No, no, no, Notorious)
He is, he is, come on, what's his name?
(No, no, no, Notorious)

(No, no, no, Notorious)
We are, we are, what's his name?
(No, no, no, Notorious)
He is, he is, come on, what's his name?
(No, no, no, Notorious)