Biggie Smalls - You're Nobody Until Somebody Kills You

You wanna set it son? I mean I could I could, I could Yo, ayo Instantly we blaze trees Before these hoes swing low on Lil' Cease The friskiest MC Quick to mix BC and Pepsi Have your broad trippin' in my Ford Expedition Listen, diamonds and rhymin' put me back on top I pop wine with live mens in the platinum drop My "Player's Anthem" drop Y'all was like, "Look at shorty chocolate rocks" I suggest you jump out them clothes too We can go on and on like Erykah Badu Or we can get freaky in the Lex 450 While you lick me, I'm doin' 60 quickly Females are blacktails down to hustle up Wanna cuddle up? You shy? I'm your comforter I know you love it, huh? I make you feel right, if it's real tight, long pole, a'ight? I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Lil' Cease Playa please, blood flood your Dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Laugh now, cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average player hater and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets, they be like, "Yo, he nice" But that's on the low though Be them cats with no dough, try to play me at my show I pull out .44's and go up in they clothes Short change, snort 'caine Abortion came quicker, sport the wings, nigga It still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be 'Til Lil' Cease crippled me Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be The game sour like a pickle be, y'all know the rules Move from BK to New Jerz Thinking 'bout all the planes we flew Females we ran through, now the year's new I lay my game flat, I want my spot back, take two Mad 'cause I blew, players envious Too many players on my—shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at ya (We ain't mad at ya) Slugs rush in, bunt-bustin', concussions Catch cases, come out frontin', smokin' somethin' Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' Laced it with the basic Six TVs a system, knockin' mace, face it We hard to hit, guard your—before I hit you With your re-up, light the P up Lick shots, woke your seed up One in the ashtray, spark the weed up Uh, I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at These—maniacs put my name in raps What part the game is that? Like your hustle backwards, I smoke Backwoods And dutchies, you can't touch me, try to rush me Slugs go touchy-touchy, you're bleedin' lovely With your spirit above me or beneath me Your whole life you live sleepy Now you rest eternally sleepy, you burn when you creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast shaky, slippin' tryna break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team in the marine blue six coupe Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions Strictly gun testin', coke measurin' Givin' pleasure in the Benzito, hittin' fannies Spendin' chips at Manny's, hope you creeps got receipts My peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig-piece, nigga deceased Mwah, may you rest in peace With my sycamore style, more sicker than yours .44 And fifty-four drawers As my pilot steers my Lear, yes, my dear Shit's official, only the feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclot cryin' The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin' So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous, you're just a little vicious As I leave my competition respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all Uh, I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody kills you Ooh, that's it, y'all Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper dons Get in that ass quick-fast like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada Fuck Poppa, you gotta Call me Francis M.H. White Intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts stay low, keep firin' Keep extra clips for extra shit Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap? The most shady, Frankie, baby Ain't no tellin' where I may be May see me in D.C. at Howard homecomin' With my man Capone dummin' fuckin' somethin' You should know my steelo Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show To orgies with hoes I never seen before So Jesus, get off the Notorious Penis before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it With the chrome and metal shit Make it hot like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get Who sent ya? You still peddle shit I got more rides than Great Adventure Uh, uh, uh