Relax And Take Notes Biggie Lyrics Remix By The Notorious BIG. Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the ma^^^^ana smoke Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, mo^^erf^^ker, say your prayers!
Relax And Take Notes Biggie Lyrics Remix
Bad Boy, baby
Yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000 again
Yeah
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the ma^^^^ana smoke
Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, mo^^erf^^ker, say your prayers!
“Hail Mary, full of grace…” Smack the bi^^h in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
Jab her if she act funny with the money
Oh, you got me mistaken, honey
I don’t wanna ra^e ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capisce-ah? I’m out like The Vapors
Who’s the one you call Mr. Macho?
The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho
I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics
“Make up to break up,” ni^^as need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then f^^k your mo^s, hit the skins to a^^esia
She don’t remember s^^t, just the two hits
Her hittin’ the floor and me hittin’ the clit
S^^king on the t^^s, had the hooker beggin’ for the d^^k
And your moms ain’t ugly, love, my d^^k got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was Humpin’ Around and Jumpin’ Around
Jacked her, then, I asked her, “Who’s her man?” She said, “B-I-G,”
Then I bust in her E-Y-E
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
You’re dead wrong
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
You’re dead wrong
When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my ha^^^re rain leaves you rusted
Move over, Lucifer, I’m more ruthless, uh
Leave you toothless, you’ll kibitz, I’ll flip it
Tears don’t affect me, I hit ’em with the TEC, Gs
Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
I’m shooting babies; no ifs, ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis after she S^^ked the d^^k
I stabbed her brother with the ice pick
Because he wanted me to f^^k him from the back
But Smalls don’t get down like that
Found your father hiding in a room, f^^ked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you’re dealing with?
Anybody step into my path is f^^king feeling it
Hardcore, I got it S^^ked like a p^^^y
Stab you ’til you’re gushy, so please don’t push me
I’m using rubbers so they won’t trace the semen
The black demon got the little hookers screaming (Woo!)
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
With no hair in between, know what I mean?
The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (You’re dead wrong)
You’re dead wrong Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
(This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby) You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
You’re dead wrong Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong who got it going on?
(Ladies and gentlemen…) You’re dead wrong
There’s several different levels to Devil worshiping
Horses’ heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals, having s^^ with ’em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don’t get into that, I kicked the habit
I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the f^^king meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I’m lyin’, I got a .9 in my pocket
And baby, I’m just dyin’ to c^^k him
He’s ready for war, I’m ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My Uzi’s heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn’t have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I’ll lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wed on the third, then she’s dead on the fourth
I’m dead wrong!
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (You’re dead wrong)
You’re dead wrong
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
You’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong (Uh-huh)
Who got it going on? (Born Again, yeah)
You’re dead wrong
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong (C’mon)
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong (C’mon)
Yo Big, you’re dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You’re dead wrong (^repeat to fade^)
We won’t stop, ’cause we can’t stop
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