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Verse One: To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommiesThe back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you’ll find meThe back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew’s behind meMad question askin, blunt

Verse 1 Nineteen-seventy somethin’, nigga I don’t sweat the dateMy moms is late so I had to plan my escapeout the skins, in this world of fly girlsTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurlTen months in this gut, what the fuckI wish moms’d hurry up so I could get buckwild, juvenile rippin’ mics and shitNew

YeahMotherfuckers better know… huh, huhLock your windows, close your doorsBiggie Smalls, huh… yeah(*scratching* "I’m a bad, bad, boy..") [Notorious B.I.G.] My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib Turned himself in, he had to do a bid A one-to-three, he be home the end of ’93I’m ready to get this paper,

[Puff Daddy]Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yoYo would you kill for me? [Girl]Hmmm… yeah [Puff Daddy]What took you so long to answer motherfucker? [Girl]I don’t know [Puff Daddy]The fuck wrong with you bitch? Verse One: Notorious B.I.G. When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trickYou look so

Verse One: So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps But I can’t feel that hardcore appeal that you’re screamin, baby I’m dreamin This ain’t Christopher Williams, still someMC’s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some To let niggaz know… that if