Testo Think Big

Intro: Notorious B.I.G. Yeah,yeah This could be something big Uh,this could be something big Verse One: Notorious B.I.G. Big Poppa throwing niggas off a cliff Smokin' spliff In ?? with my bitch In a Mitsubi Eclipse Read my lips "I kill you" Blood will spill you Did I say thank? I grant you three wishes Cause I be the genie Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikini Read between the lines see what I see I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior Mafia blasta Ruggas on the hips Bought coke to flip chicks Bought slunts to fill clips Flippin cokes in corner stores bodega In the back room playin' Sega "Street Fighter 2" I'm invitin' you Bring your ?? and crew And they dopest rhymes I hit up in that ass everytime Lyrically I'm untouchable,uncrushable Gettin' mad blunted in the six hundred Benz ask your friends, "Who's The Illest?" Lickin shots niggas screamin "Bigge Smalls tried to kill us!" [Lord Tariq] You think big you get big Champaine and mo' wet You can party till' you swet The money's your to get Cash in abundance Takin stacks in the hundreds One thousand for gators Verse Two: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard What? I be the slang slanga Body boom here come the banga Your mother should have took you out with a FUCKEN hanga Word up what's the mother fucken deal nigga? Fuck All! You can call me Johnny Real nigga To all MCs that envyi this tryin' Never me and you take it easy like mad lion If you mess with me Your family will be missin' you like we miss EMPD But if you don't believe me you can come see me though And your show will be over just like Arsenio I come a call in you niggas be stallin' I got the unblievable like my nigga Smalls in Realease date man I can't wait The ass gettin' cash like a New York nigga out of state To the ladies don't waste your time Only sixty nine ?? I do with star sixty nine Give you drama like 2pac So you gots to gimme glocks for fun Puttin them on the run like ?? Like Michael Jackson Off the wall for ya all I make your people forget you Like R.Kelly did to Aaron Hill Chorus Verse Three: Lord Tariq In god we trust in hoes we lust In clothes in cash And cars a must Yo I'm the eighty six survior So bear witness to my ?? Only play with my team Two hundred thousand in my dream Bitches love this curley headed friend Far from a ?? Draw my nigga and I squeeza for G's Quicker than a serd I got styles from the Bronx And Harlem runner up You think big you get big FUCK a cut Yo fuck beepers Fuck hustling for sneakers And car speakers Give me ???? To transform his drug paper Bustlin' money dead kid I want Arab and Jew paper And now I'm the sheet The Lord Tariq So let the ressurected willies speak Cause I'd rather die before my feet My dress code explode Paying hundreds for G's Yo I can play a pear of Lees in rain willie supreme The B-B-S ride the Ave. inside the African taxi can driver While a legend check the style of a survivor MacGuyver,you should have smuthered Yo I got New York covered In the story I'm the last And there'll never be another Mother fucker Chorus Outro: Lord Tariq Ha..Uptown