Biggie (feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.) - 2005 Remaster
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๐ Lyrics
Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga
The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
The best that ever lived it
Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh?
That's how we do it y'all, yea
To all my niggas in the house
Bad Boy, who we die for
All day, everyday nigga
For the love of BIG, we bang out
Since my man died, we don't hang out
We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out
Mafia World, all my niggas max out
We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out
Coward niggas, most are burried down south
Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
niggas bearly speak when we discuss money
niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny
The realest niggas never took nuthin' from me
Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
Ayo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
See me speak, that paper better be the topic
I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waitin' for a hard hit
I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
I ain't got shit, I spray things, take things
Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
My nigga Ill's holdin' it down from the Bean
Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
Still ride, still die for BIG's name
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for
We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
Do jukes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep
We kept it thorough, from the heart rep the borough
B.K. style, see BIG howl, now
Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia World
Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep
Niggas tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what
Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
Know my gat will bust for my nigga
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for
You know Frank kept me iced out
Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account
All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it
Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like
All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own
'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up
BIG lives in us, shout him out
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
The best that ever lived it
Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh?
That's how we do it y'all, yea
To all my niggas in the house
Bad Boy, who we die for
All day, everyday nigga
For the love of BIG, we bang out
Since my man died, we don't hang out
We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out
Mafia World, all my niggas max out
We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out
Coward niggas, most are burried down south
Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
niggas bearly speak when we discuss money
niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny
The realest niggas never took nuthin' from me
Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
Ayo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
See me speak, that paper better be the topic
I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waitin' for a hard hit
I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
I ain't got shit, I spray things, take things
Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
My nigga Ill's holdin' it down from the Bean
Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
Still ride, still die for BIG's name
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for
We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
Do jukes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep
We kept it thorough, from the heart rep the borough
B.K. style, see BIG howl, now
Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia World
Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep
Niggas tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what
Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
Know my gat will bust for my nigga
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for
You know Frank kept me iced out
Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account
All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it
Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like
All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own
'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up
BIG lives in us, shout him out
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
Mafia
Representin' Bucktown
MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
To all my thugs who puffed him
All my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.01] Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga
[00:03.83] The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
[00:07.25] The best that ever lived it
[00:09.44] Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh?
[00:13.43] That's how we do it y'all, yea
[00:16.95] To all my niggas in the house
[00:19.50] Bad Boy, who we die for
[00:23.93] All day, everyday nigga
[00:34.11] For the love of BIG, we bang out
[00:37.07] Since my man died, we don't hang out
[00:39.40] We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out
[00:43.41] Mafia World, all my niggas max out
[00:46.26] We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out
[00:49.09] Coward niggas, most are burried down south
[00:52.10] Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
[00:54.61] niggas bearly speak when we discuss money
[00:57.49] niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny
[01:00.55] The realest niggas never took nuthin' from me
[01:04.40] Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
[01:09.76] Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
[01:15.75] Ayo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
[01:21.71] To all my thugs who puffed him
[01:23.81] To all my girls who hugged him
[01:25.18] You love him, yell his name
[01:27.48] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[01:30.32] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
[01:33.08] Mafia
[01:34.08] Representin' Bucktown
[01:35.23] MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
[01:37.94] Face down, you know the routine, the cream
[01:40.47] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[01:43.28] For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
[01:45.36] Once I got it, I lock it
[01:47.01] Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
[01:49.47] See me speak, that paper better be the topic
[01:52.15] I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
[01:54.91] I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
[01:57.29] And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waitin' for a hard hit
[02:00.96] I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
[02:04.42] Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
[02:06.85] We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
[02:10.63] I ain't got shit, I spray things, take things
[02:13.63] Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
[02:17.70] My nigga Ill's holdin' it down from the Bean
[02:19.43] Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
[02:24.21] Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
[02:26.87] Still ride, still die for BIG's name
[02:30.79] To all my thugs who puffed him
[02:32.67] All my girls who hugged him
[02:34.20] You love him, yell his name
[02:36.30] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[02:39.32] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
[02:42.64] Mafia
[02:43.14] Representin' Bucktown
[02:44.36] MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
[02:47.26] Face down, you know the routine, the cream
[02:49.85] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[02:54.36] For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
[02:57.20] Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
[03:00.15] When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for
[03:04.63] We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
[03:09.16] Do jukes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
[03:13.52] I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep
[03:16.92] We kept it thorough, from the heart rep the borough
[03:19.75] B.K. style, see BIG howl, now
[03:22.63] Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia World
[03:25.44] Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep
[03:28.10] Niggas tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
[03:31.94] Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what
[03:34.78] Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
[03:37.70] Know my gat will bust for my nigga
[03:39.91] To all my thugs who puffed him
[03:42.45] All my girls who hugged him
[03:43.55] You love him, yell his name
[03:45.66] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[03:49.00] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
[03:51.94] Mafia
[03:52.49] Representin' Bucktown
[03:53.71] MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
[03:56.47] Face down, you know the routine, the cream
[03:58.93] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[04:01.85] Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
[04:05.01] Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
[04:07.92] My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
[04:11.01] One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for
[04:14.20] You know Frank kept me iced out
[04:17.11] Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account
[04:19.51] All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it
[04:22.39] Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like
[04:25.77] All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
[04:29.09] Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
[04:33.21] Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
[04:36.12] Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten
[04:39.67] We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own
[04:42.50] 'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up
[04:46.15] BIG lives in us, shout him out
[04:49.73] To all my thugs who puffed him
[04:51.31] All my girls who hugged him
[04:52.80] You love him, yell his name
[04:54.99] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[04:58.24] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
[05:01.01] Mafia
[05:01.80] Representin' Bucktown
[05:03.40] MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
[05:06.02] Face down, you know the routine, the cream
[05:08.70] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[05:12.52] To all my thugs who puffed him
[05:14.58] All my girls who hugged him
[05:16.01] You love him, yell his name
[05:17.81] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[00:03.83] The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
[00:07.25] The best that ever lived it
[00:09.44] Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh?
[00:13.43] That's how we do it y'all, yea
[00:16.95] To all my niggas in the house
[00:19.50] Bad Boy, who we die for
[00:23.93] All day, everyday nigga
[00:34.11] For the love of BIG, we bang out
[00:37.07] Since my man died, we don't hang out
[00:39.40] We blow brains out, we tear the club up, pull them things out
[00:43.41] Mafia World, all my niggas max out
[00:46.26] We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out
[00:49.09] Coward niggas, most are burried down south
[00:52.10] Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
[00:54.61] niggas bearly speak when we discuss money
[00:57.49] niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny
[01:00.55] The realest niggas never took nuthin' from me
[01:04.40] Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
[01:09.76] Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
[01:15.75] Ayo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
[01:21.71] To all my thugs who puffed him
[01:23.81] To all my girls who hugged him
[01:25.18] You love him, yell his name
[01:27.48] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[01:30.32] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
[01:33.08] Mafia
[01:34.08] Representin' Bucktown
[01:35.23] MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
[01:37.94] Face down, you know the routine, the cream
[01:40.47] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[01:43.28] For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
[01:45.36] Once I got it, I lock it
[01:47.01] Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
[01:49.47] See me speak, that paper better be the topic
[01:52.15] I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic
[01:54.91] I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
[01:57.29] And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, waitin' for a hard hit
[02:00.96] I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
[02:04.42] Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
[02:06.85] We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
[02:10.63] I ain't got shit, I spray things, take things
[02:13.63] Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
[02:17.70] My nigga Ill's holdin' it down from the Bean
[02:19.43] Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
[02:24.21] Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
[02:26.87] Still ride, still die for BIG's name
[02:30.79] To all my thugs who puffed him
[02:32.67] All my girls who hugged him
[02:34.20] You love him, yell his name
[02:36.30] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[02:39.32] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
[02:42.64] Mafia
[02:43.14] Representin' Bucktown
[02:44.36] MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
[02:47.26] Face down, you know the routine, the cream
[02:49.85] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[02:54.36] For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
[02:57.20] Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did
[03:00.15] When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for
[03:04.63] We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
[03:09.16] Do jukes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
[03:13.52] I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep
[03:16.92] We kept it thorough, from the heart rep the borough
[03:19.75] B.K. style, see BIG howl, now
[03:22.63] Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia World
[03:25.44] Niggas nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep
[03:28.10] Niggas tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
[03:31.94] Wood style roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what
[03:34.78] Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
[03:37.70] Know my gat will bust for my nigga
[03:39.91] To all my thugs who puffed him
[03:42.45] All my girls who hugged him
[03:43.55] You love him, yell his name
[03:45.66] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[03:49.00] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
[03:51.94] Mafia
[03:52.49] Representin' Bucktown
[03:53.71] MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
[03:56.47] Face down, you know the routine, the cream
[03:58.93] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[04:01.85] Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
[04:05.01] Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
[04:07.92] My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
[04:11.01] One for Mafia so take that, uh, and this one's for
[04:14.20] You know Frank kept me iced out
[04:17.11] Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account
[04:19.51] All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get it
[04:22.39] Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like
[04:25.77] All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
[04:29.09] Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
[04:33.21] Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
[04:36.12] Who you love, for the Y2G, the two ten
[04:39.67] We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own
[04:42.50] 'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up
[04:46.15] BIG lives in us, shout him out
[04:49.73] To all my thugs who puffed him
[04:51.31] All my girls who hugged him
[04:52.80] You love him, yell his name
[04:54.99] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
[04:58.24] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for
[05:01.01] Mafia
[05:01.80] Representin' Bucktown
[05:03.40] MAC 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down
[05:06.02] Face down, you know the routine, the cream
[05:08.70] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[05:12.52] To all my thugs who puffed him
[05:14.58] All my girls who hugged him
[05:16.01] You love him, yell his name
[05:17.81] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees