(*talking*). Whaaaaa, what's happ'n (alright, alright). It's Lil' B.Gizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Polar Bear). It's from New Orleans, AKA Chopper City. All the way to T-Town, you know what I'm saying.
(*talking*). Yeah, this is our year (for real). Big Tuck, Fat B (it go down). Go getter, for real, yeah. . [Hook - 2x]. You niggaz can't do what we do, you niggaz can't ball like we ball.
I can see you in the window. Waiting for my car. With the moonlight shining on you. You look so beautiful. . We were searching for that something. That we could call our own.
[Funkmaster Flex]. Yeah baby, you know how we get down. Funkmaster Flex, number one station in the nation. My man Big Pun up in this piece. [Big Punisher].
[intro: The Biggie Sound]. She has not noticed, we're on fire. She has one desire, I'm even hotter. So is this! So is this! (Huh!). Breakin' it down at night! Just tonight?.
[verse 1]. Damn, I say you'll swallow. Now its time to go. Grab a paper and write these rhymes. Fracturin' his chops and back to blocks. I told him, when my niggas come.
[Biggie Sound]. Com'on, paper, paper, paper. I'm startin' now but I have to go. I return with a new song tomorrow. Girl come to me, I'll leave you crazy.
I know you want me. But this could be so wrong. I know you love me but this won't last for long. . I wanna be up and away. Up and away. Up and away. I wanna feel.
You can't try to keep what you've given away. Oh, be still, watch them still, let them fall down. You're wasting your life trying to rescue the day. All your steel, iron will won't break this frozen ground.
While under a silvery moon, a neon flower born of the desert. Love to touch her body of water, flicker in the morning light. While she was still in the mood,.
Flipping through a magazine curlers in her hair. Waiting for her nails to dry in the beauty parlor chair. Soon she's turning thirty something discontent with life.
[master p]. Big ed, fiend, mystikal.. You all get in, get the motherfuckin money.. And if anybody moves, huh, buck em.. . It's a 211, don't make it a 187.
We see us. Our logic projected. Everywhere we see it. . We see us. Our logic projected. Everywhere we see ourselves. . Make it, find it, see it.
Repeat, redact, repeat, redact, repeat. Deflect, deflect, deflect, deflect, devolve. . Tear one down, build the same. At zero, yeah, we've changed. The pattern's built to last.
Necrophillic life, generating death. . Death another disco, dance another death. Death another soft drink, drink another death. Death another boyfriend, date another death.
Reason, chanda, eon, nama. No abstractions, (paticca) samuppada. Logic, tanha, season, rupa. No nature, anatta. . Time.
Reinforce culture, concede ideals, selling subversion, status intact. Flawed reasoning, flawed irony, flawed reversals, flawed strategy. Mute commentary, market reversion, co-opt critique, status intact.
One down, one to go, in time. This two thousand years' prelude. John's dreams paved the way with death. And we willingly walk it. Holy destiny. . Culture made of wax will melt.
On one, our motives obscured. Events (just) accidents or fate. We had no choices, no sight. On one, we dreamt it, it's done. . Our excuse was fate. Stuck inside our end.
Burn all these maps. Lose this way or drown. Burn all these maps. Bodies a warning. . Sleep in a trap, hang from it. Burn all these maps, lose this way.