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[Intro:] (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I´d never amount to nothin´, to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin? in

[Verse 1:] 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 some MC?s

[Puff Daddy] Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yo Yo 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

[Verse 1:] First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honies Dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin money Those the ones I like cause they dont get nathan But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation Garbage, I turn like doorknobs Heart

Yeah Yeah (You ready motherfucker?) (We gon? kill your ass) As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls

[Verse 1:] Nineteen-seventy somethin´, nigga I don´t sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in

[RING, RING] (Hello? Aw shit, nigga What the fuck time is it, man? Oh god damn Nigga do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck?s goin? on? You alright? Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong

[Verse 1: Notorious, Meth] I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin the villian Prepare for

[Verse 1:] Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves Gazelle shades, and corn braids Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews With the neighborhood crews,

[Verse 1:] Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one Representin BK to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin It ain´t nuttin, they know Big be handlin With the

[Verse 1:] Who the fuck is this? pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin now I´m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye see who´s this pagin me and why It´s my nigga Pop from the barbershop

Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world And the seven seas– Everybody’s looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some

Perdona mi forma de actuar Soy una idiota que no sabe decir lo que siente Muchas veces hablo solamente por hablar Y digo cosas que no quiero decir y que te hieren Perdona mi estupidez Soy un novato que no

Puedo ser mayor pero viejo no el de traje y corbata eres tu no yo di que te te paso ha sido una abduccion porque en el instituto tu eras el mejor de todos bien por ti, como has acabado