JUNATOWN

The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize Lyrics [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Hah, sicker than your average Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don't think shit stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who Do something to us, talk go through us Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick to clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggas fronting ain't saying nothing So I just speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps Packing, asking who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it [Hook: Pamela Long] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Some

Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy Featuring Total Produced By Trackmasters & Puff Daddy Album Ready To Die LYRICS [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck all you, hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker! Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nuttin To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustling in front of Called the police on me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm saying? It's all good, baby baby [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smoking weed on Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duk

The Notorious B.I.G. - Big Poppa Produced By Chucky Thompson & Puff Daddy Album Ready To Die LYRICS [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. + (Puff Daddy)] Uh, uh, check it out (yeah), uh Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (hehe) Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah Nine-fo' (keep bangin') [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis? The back of the club, sippin' Moët is where you'll find me The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me Mad question askin', blunt passin' Music blastin', but I just can't quit Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? Now check it: I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy No need to be gre