Freestyle - Notorious B.i.g. & The L.o.x. Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece 

You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece 

Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time 

I'd rather not breathe than snitch 

And I love my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the clip 

Hit the rap game what's the dope name 

I be a [unverified], tellin' ma I take her on my own fame 

Movin' with, entrepreneurs, from the law 

Coke sniffin' bitches hold the fort it's off the wall 

Back to reality my mentality is fatality 

Niggaz makin' way over they salary 

I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out 

Dubs me enough in one city to have it spray out 

Cartels bring in they coke, havin' a weigh out 

Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit 

Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell ain't shit 

Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me quick 

If they put me in a cell then my ghost'll drift 

Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely 

Where them niggaz at? Them feds are sheisty 

See the problem's that, you way too nice please 

Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be 

Don't be like me, hard-headed, extroverted 

When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn 

You got one turn, I suggest you show 

Me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo 

Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm 

Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms 

When I was born, I know I make the world darker 

The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya 

Like Bob Barker, if The Price is Right 

Lay your ass down for spite, anybody aight? 

Went from eatin' no frills cereals with food stamps 

Tto Armani materials, coppin' Rembrandts 

I got cats to spray for me, honeys that pay for me 

Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me 

Cats that spray for me, honeys that pay for me 

Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me 

Uhh, uhh, talkin' to me doin' shit for you, try God 

'Cause after, runnin' your cabbage you as good as retard 

Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did this to you 

Whirlpool maxin, lounge to the end 

Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz 

While y'all still fuckin' with them twins from Flatte 

Somehow Vegas, tryin' to strip Stacy Dash 

Fuck police talk black I'm the SHIT in New York 

Too many supercops nigga, you can have these blocks 

And these hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos 

Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my Porsche 

And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns hoarse 

Four minutes and twenty five seconds to your end 

You know it be the kiss, grantin' your last wish 

Everybody wanna know who The L.O.X is 

'Cause we ain't spittin' nuttin' out but that hot shit 

Burnin' trees, sippin' mo', eatin' lobsters 

Up in the oriental joint, usin' chopsticks 

Soon we gonna rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados 

Then all y'all players gonna hate us 

'Cause everything we do stay gettin' overlooked 

Now y'all be shook cause you dealin' with real crooks 

I can't lie for a while y'all cats was on us 

But now, if you can't beat us, join' us 

We tryin' to blow lye with the Sultan of Brunei 

In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and sweaters 

Black In-5 with the headers 

Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers 

Whatever, goodfellas, uhh