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Long Kiss Goodnight
The Notorious B.I.G
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See
I told you
See, I told y'all muh'fuckers
Yo yo that stupid nigga man
I told y'all to stop!
He fucked up, yo
I pray for you to stop
Time for u to die as I kiss yo ass goodnight
But no, you didn't stop
And now, we won't stop
I make yo' mouthpiece obese like della reese
When I release, you loose teeth like lil' cease
Nigga please, blood floods yo' dungarees
And that's just the half on my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
Than the average playa 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 doe
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change niggaz, snort-caine niggaz
Extortion came quicker, bought the range nigga
Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as ripple be
Til lil' cease crippled me
Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be
The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know da rules
Move from bk to new jeruz - thinkin bout
All the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through
Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggaz envious
Too many niggaz on my dick, shit strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha)
Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin
Catch cases, come out frontin, smokin somethin
Sippin white Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin
I laced it wit the basic, six TV's a system
Knockin mase shit, face it, we hard to hit
Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss
Now we don't give a fuck
We just absolutely don't give a fuck
Because there ain't no motherfuckin love here
There ain't no love here
You know, we we just gon' keep doin what we do
We gon' keep fuckin you up
And i'ma keep stompin your motherfuckin head in
You fuckin bitch, c'mon!
Uhh. I'm flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin
Maniacs, put my name in raps
What part the game is that?
Like they hustle backwards
I smoke blackwoods and dutchies, ya can't touch me
Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy
You're bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me
Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
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 tryin to break me
Look what you made me do, brains blew
My team in the marine-blue, six coupe
Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin out - the block
For distances, givin long kisses bitch
All we have to do now is say a prayer for you y'know?
That's all we have to do, just to pray for your mind cause
Eh eh, see your mind got control of your heart
When it's supposed to be the other way around
Your heart's supposed to got control of your mind
So now, I have no feelings for you
You have made me
Frank white the menacin, chron chron's the medicine
I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin
Got the new, hummer in the summer when I was a new comer
Then, drugs and mac-10's
Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you
Be broke - girls won't date you
That's why I relate to, choke yo' ass out til your face blue
Make you, open the safe too
No matter how you call it (how you call it)
This brolic, alcoholic
Like his weed green'd out, like his brick solid
Distribute to, kids who, take heart like valentine
Drink ballentine, all the time
Slugs hit your chest tap you spine, flat-line
Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo' times
Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real doe
Sling steal slow, as for remorse, we feel no
See the fucked up thing is that I love you
Ya knah wha'm sayin?
It's just in my nature to love you
I can't hate you cause it's not in my nature to hate you
You know, I don't know
Maybe I'm a different type of individual
But you have me on the line
And there's a thin line between love and hate
And God forbid I cross that line
Cause y'all not gonna give a fuck
I'm tellin you right, motherfuckin, now!
The shit, y'all done started, is never gonna stop!
We are never gonna stop!
And we not talkin 'bout no other rappers
We talkin 'bout you motherfucker
You know, who I'm talkin to
We comin for you
We comin for you
The shit's gon' feel so good
I'm gon' make you love me baby