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Long Time Comin'
Lil’ Cease
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Queen Bee
Yo, I think we's the only niggas ever
To rock the Garden seven times, dunn
B.I.G., love you, baby
It's a long time comin', we gotta let these motherfuckers know
We ain't playin'
It's my time to shine
We gon' let B.I.G. live vicariously through us, you feel me?
You don't even know how to spell that shit
But Cease, tell 'em why it's a long time comin', playa, come on
I'ma do's a do's, I'ma do's my thang (Do's your thang)
Do's a do's, I'ma do's my thang (Do's your thang)
Do's a do's, I'ma do's my thang (I'ma do my thang, too)
Uh, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
It's me, y'all (Who?)
Caesar Lee, the big spitter (That's right)
Ice rockin' Cris' sipper (Come on)
Fuck you at, nigga? I'm at the bar with ten strippers (Ten)
No whack shit, rock platinum just to avoid gold diggers (Hoes)
I'm here now (Here now), guess what? I want it all now (Uh)
Bitches raisin' the roof, we kick the door down (That's right)
From BK to Georgetown, move swift
Like the coke on a Greyhound (Uh-huh)
Fuck what?
It's been a long time comin', but it
Was bound to come (It was bound to come)
'Cause I been doin' this shit since day one (Take your time)
Yeah, niggas talk it, but then niggas walk it (You walk it)
I'ma be in the Benz flossin' (Nigga, you in my Benz, lil' playa)
With your chick crossin' like Vaseline (Come on)
Old school gabardines (That's right)
No exposure in no magazines (No magazine)
You think you can test my team? (Come on)
Team up, boy, you still can't match my cream (Stop that)
Or the lack of self-esteem
Foolish pleasure, layin' down on a stretcher (What?)
For tryin' to test the mic molester
Word to my Uncle Fester, I put it on, y'all
B.I.G. warned y'all 'bout the thugs and road dogs comin' up
It's been a long time comin', but it was bound to come (We been)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (Far too long)
It's been a long time comin', but it was bound to come (We been)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (Far too long)
It's been a long time comin', but it
Was bound to come (It's our time now)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (It's our time now)
It's been a long time comin', but it
Was bound to come (It's our time now)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (Mafia world, biatch)
You love them hoes, Bigga? Please
Bitches call me Mr. Freeze
'Cause the shit on my neck and my sleeve
Play on, playa) keep it zero degrees
When I fuck, it's just a nut in the breeze
Learn from Bigga Cease, keep them hoes on they knees
Start to love 'em, then you trickin' your cheese
Her and her friend whippin' the V
We don't love each other), and that ain't me
I switch my bitch up, bitch up
Like Jordan in the playoffs, switchin' his kicks up
You got it mixed up
Like the hashish and sticky green that I twist up (I like that part)
With me, it just be they luck
I'm horny, ma, jump in the truck, what?
It's hang a bitch, bang a bitch
Leave a man dead, coffin style
Bitches love a thug when he smile (That's right, smile, nigga)
Huh? It's me, yo, the Fulton Street gigolo (Yeah, that's who)
Mafia glow, got plans for this shit to blow (We got plans, man)
If not, I want the strip locked with the
Crack, coke, dope, and blow (Come on)
Duke front, be the first to go, last to know (Yeah, you last to know)
It's been a long time comin', but it was bound to come (Bound to come)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (Far too long)
It's been a long time comin', but it was bound to come (Bound to come)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (Far too long)
It's been a long time comin', but it
Was bound to come (It's our time now)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (It's our time now)
It's been a long time comin', but it
Was bound to come (It's our time now)
We been doin' this shit since day one (Mafia world, biatch)
Niggas talk it while I live it, shit is so vivid
You see when Big did it, I keep it G with it (B.I.G. forever)
These niggas ain't got enough dough to
Get with it (Come on, stop playin')
The hard niggas get-get it, Mr. L, you won't hit it (Uh-uh)
Got enough tissue, y'all, Cease done shit
Album done, fully submitted
And all that, dipped out, long sleeve, fitted hat (Uh)
Been doin' this since way back
'94, Before they knew the score (Why?)
'Til '96 when Trackmasters signed to Lord (What?)
Then I gassed 'em all on July 4th (Uh)
Now it's top floor, just before the war (Which war?)
That's bi-coastal (Uh)
Fuck the cats that's local, spittin'
Wack vocals (That's right, uh-huh)
Watch me blow you, smoke you, fuck you (Fuck you)
I duck a bitch, but not you (Why?)
Niggas harmless, niggas don't really wanna start shit
It's comin'
It's been a long time comin', but it was bound to come (Bound to come)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (Far too long)
It's been a long time comin', but it was bound to come (Bound to come)
We been doin' this shit since day one (Day one)
It's been a long time comin', but it
Was bound to come (It's our time now)
We been doin' this shit since day one (It's our time now)
It's been a long time comin', but it
Was bound to come (It's our time now)
We been puttin' in bids for far too long (Mafia world, biatch)
Blake C, rock on
Little Kim, rock on
Five Star General, rock on
Bigga Banga, rock on
That nigga Brisk, rock on
Money Bags, rock on
Big Hill, rock on
Uncle Paulie, rock on
Little Cease, rock on
Money L, rock on
B.I.G., rock on and on
And on and on, and on and on
Mama Wallace, rock on
C-Gutta, rock on
Yeah, P. Diddy, you rock on, too, nigga