Flash Life Lyrics - The Biggie Sound

[Big Sound talkin'] 

No smile, smilin' now! 

I'm back! 

Yeahhhhhhh 

[verse 1 - Big Sound] 

Biggie Sound is like the Big Poppa 

DJ Kidd is like the Junior M.A.F.I.A. 

I shot more than 6 shots 'n' the police will only index 

The niggaz scream and I sent it to relax (yeah) 

She wants to Gucci and Prada, more than 16 sets 

It was very good in that beautiful flesh 

Suddenly, a camera and a flash 

3 bullets pierce his clothes and chests 

It's too late, came out in the press (Oh!) 

The crime scene, pushed me and went flyin' 

No' me! Some bodies and people dyin' 

[chorus - Big Sound][2X] 

Going out in the press! 

My picture? My wallpaper? 

I'm chaser? I got style, I'm caked up! 

Going out in the press! 

I gotta lot of paper 

[verse 2 - MC Quita & (Big Sound)] 

Big you got styyyyyle 

I'm rollin' in his sheet, I got money too 

Big you're comin' home nowwwww 

I'm burnin' your hopes [bells] 

(Burn baby burn) 

Work Biggie work 

Plastic explosives, weapons of carbon fibre 

Handcuffs aluminum and a bottle of cider 

(Baby-baby - I'm fighter) 

I like playin' with fire 

(I'm crazy, no mo' like Michael Myers) 

Me twice as much as I can get in the bag 

Kiss me, kiss me and I move my asssss (HoO!) 

[chorus - Big Sound][2X] 

Going out in the press! 

My picture? My wallpaper? 

I'm chaser? I got style, I'm caked up! 

Going out in the press! 

I gotta lot of paper 

[Big Sound talkin'] 

I left my niggaz with marijuana 

And I'm going straight home! 

Hahaha 

[ - shots comin' from far away - ]