Busta Rhymes - I Knock You Out ft Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

Busta Rhymes - I Knock You Out ft Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics:

Notorious is glorious in the sack

Hit skins from the back

Put my thumb up in the ass crack

Brooklyn freaky n-gga with the most stuff

I’m Jesus pops, Mary just blame Joseph

You should see her drink the semen

She suck a mean one

Leaving them three apostle’s scheming

See when, BIG f-ck a bitch

B.I.G duck a bitch, quick fast

Dick to ass, don’t hesitate split fast

You know what’s up, here’s a quarter and a buck

My steps is kinda creaky, try not to wake my moms up

Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty

Thats why nut is all over your body

You know what’s up

 

[Busta Rhymes]

B.R. and B.I. get cream

People always sayin’ what the hell does that mean?

Bitches always see me and they can’t understand how I once was a little boy and became a man

Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, bitches

One by one I knock you out, bitches

One by one I knock you out, bitches

You’re dippin your hand in the grab bag

Stopping and than I drop it, and pop em

Dig up all in your ass bag

She giving me head all up in the back of the damn cab

The meter running hoping shawty paying the damn tab

She how the ass drag

This shit big, thats why we f-ck em New York all the way down to Baghdad

Stabbing the p-ssy and jabbing like I’m Zab Judah

And plummet her p-ssy with plungers like I’m Roto Rooter

Beat the p-ssy til the shit flab

And wear it out til it swole and the coochie smelling like king crab

This type of dick is something this bitch never had

And make her swollow the dick til the bitch gag

Get mad, chick grabbing all over my jonhson, Charles Bronson

Big slab of meat, hungry and fresh of a monthly so she had to eat

Throwing me the ass and we aint even have to speak

[Busta Rhymes]

B.R. and B.I. get cream

People always sayin’ what the hell does that mean?

Bitches always see me and they can’t understand how I once was a little boy and became a man

Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, bitches

One by one I knock you out, bitches

One by one I knock you out, bitches

Notorious B.I.G. - Can I Get Wit Ya ft J.Cole Lyrics

Notorious B.I.G. - Can I Get Wit Ya ft J.Cole Lyrics:

[Notorious B.I.G]

Another day in the ghetto

One look outside I’m already upset yo

It look about a hundred-and-two

It’s a Saturday and Biggie ain’t got nuttin to do

Uhh, I’m intrrupted by a phone ring

Sometimes I wish I never got the motherf-ckin thing

“Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?”

Yo who dis? “Taisha” Yo call back, I’m busy

Why don’tcha hit me on the box a little later

Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator

Steps out it’s the same old scene

Dopefiend, crackfiend, eyewitness news team

I seen a honey with a butt lookin butter soft

I know she looks much better with them clothes up off

Sittin all thick, with the ruby red lipstick

That’s the one I gotta get with

[Chorus - Biggie Smalls]

Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha

Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha

“Why you wanna get with me?”

Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see

Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha

Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha

“Why you wanna get with me?”

Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

[J. Cole]

I’m tryna get with ya girl, I aint even goin’ stunt

Miss Fat booty, man I seen it from the front

I mean that shit was pumped, had me fiendin’ from the jump

And that ass was right, shit would make a fag look twice

So I approach like “shawty , whats good with cha?”

N-gga was hopin’ to go back to the hood with ya

And yeah I see them other n-ggas tryna look at cha

Wouldn’t slang the thing right even if they could get ya

Me I’m from the Ville where we learn how to mack well

And you gon’ yell when I hit it from the back well

Take you to the crib and throw on a little Maxwell

Grab a condom know cause, shit, I don’t know you that well

haa, was f-cking with that

Far from hater but see dem brothers was wack

So don’t you worry bout them mean muggin’ girl

I’m tougher than that

And n-ggas mad cause this light skinned brotha is back

I’m sayin’ though

[Biggie Smalls Chorus & Interlude]

[J. Cole]

Stripes on the Polo

On the late night, f-cking your wife on the low low

My pipe like a pogo stick, no homo

No ice but I’m cold though

Cologne on my nuts in case she might wanna go low

I’m from the Ville where n-ggas fight for the dolo

So think twice or take the same advice from the fo’fo’

Me running to PoPo and muthaf-ckin’ no go

A Carolina n-gga, I’m the muthaf-ckin logo

Shit, fly as hell on my ozone shit

Disrespect me n-gga you could get your cornroll split

And that goes for you too, I’m on my Bono shit

N-ggas got no delivery thats that Digiorno shit

I got porno chicks callin’, I still neglect them n-gga

I’m about my money like a bill collector

For you slow n-ggas I put it more in laymans

If you aint talkin’ money its a foreign language

But uh, shawty can I get wit cha

[Chorus - Biggie Smalls]

Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha

Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha

“Why you wanna get with me?”

Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see

Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha

Can I get wit’cha, can I get wit’cha

“Why you wanna get with me?”

Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

2Pac, Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Diddy - Military Minds Lyrics

2Pac, Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Diddy - Military Minds Lyrics:

Report broken link!

Intro:

One, one two
Check me out right here yo

[Verse 1: The Notorious BIG]

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *satan*, they say my killins too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, m to the iz-h phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me castro, my rap flows
Militant, yall faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? [2x]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
[repeat all 2x]

[Verse 2: Tupac Shakur]

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo]
Introduce a drug called crack
To us ghetto teens [echo]
Got a law for raw niggas now
Playa what it be like? [echo]
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Can't seem to focus
Hopeless
With violent thoughts
I wrote this
Got these devils petrified
Hiding from my hocus pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency
And over time [echo]
Affiliated
Clearly click a military mind [echo]
May god forgive us
Though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealing
From the womb to the block [echo]
My live mind got me surviving 5 shots [echo]
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2pacalypse [echo]
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? [2x]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
[repeat all 2x]


[Verse 3: puff daddy]

Put your money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later dog, I'ma get my stash on
there's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be

[Verse 4: The Notorious BIG]

We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
Black rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just mase and em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the commission

[Chorus fades out]

2pac - The Money Behind The Dreams Ft. Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

2pac - The Money Behind The Dreams Ft. Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics:

Report broken link!

Sorry but we don't have the complete lyrics to this a song yet.

You can help sending the lyrics using the link below.

Your submission will be reviewed within 12 hours.

Thank you for your time.

http://lyricsbod.blogspot.com/p/submitcorrect-lyrics.html