The Notorious B.I.G. - f** You (feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.)

Song Rating: 9.74/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse One: Trife]
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil Cease-ah
But dont sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin, rap barbarian
Ninety-six Blake Carrington
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please MCs of all types
Homos**uals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay f**ing other b**hes
Style never switches
Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out
For shootin up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled
Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques
n***as dont want sh**, Trife impresses
Lexus GSs, chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A
But faggot n***as wanna spoil it
Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me
Cause I stopped k**ing n***as for free

[Verse Two: Lil Kim]
Uhh, uhh
The Anne Klein sportin coke, snortin n***as lovely
I keep my p**y Fresh like Doug E.; watch the show
As my flow bubble over like Mos and Cristals
Aint scared to bust my pist-al, sippin hard on Cristal
Dream accounts, large amounts
Cause Frank dont play with lye money, get high money
Ready to die Grady, no ifs, ands, or maybes
Im not your average lady; put that on my 380
Me and my b**h catch flights to Texas
n***as call us Crystal and Alexis
Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin

Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron
Uh, who us?
We just swervin, in the dark blue Suburban
Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser
Policell never chase us we too fly for that
Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
I be, flirtin for certain, wearing short skirts and
But aint no dicks insertin see, thats the difference
Between me and other b**hes, they f** to get they riches
I f** to bust a nut, Lil Kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for
Plus my boss is a outlaw

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhhh... motherf**ers think they tough guys
Motherf**ers better hold hands stepping up
Faggot a** motherf**ers
They really aint no true players

[Verse Three: Larceny]
d**h comes to those that oppose the clique
Dick-riders get off the dick
Cause, Larceny got guns for yall
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall
Catching cases, n***as pull they macs out
n***as getting mad cause I dug they backs out
Then I blacks out, start shooting kids
Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges
Malicious - sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three; dont take love from no b**hes
You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gon do when I run up in that a**-crease
How you wanna spit a grease?

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 21:35