What cha wan do nigga How ya wan do it When ya wan do it we could get straight to it You could take it how ya wanna Bring it how ya feel Accept it in
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dont mean shit, I tell em: Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! [Verse 2 - Big Sean] Okay I'm rocking all gold I feel like a Pharoah from b-b-b Bullets
Dior denim flow I told her I'm tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for [Pusha T] Miami nights on the search for some T and A Tryna hide what's
there for me, for me A couple shots of Patron, but I ain't drinkin' all alone I gotta have you with me up in the V.I.P Everything we do B-I-G And I'
finisher So misunderstood, but what's the world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when ya
a speech I kick ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the
Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [
its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after the original u know what
Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my
Everybody wanna be like me Ya?ll can be like me Look at my watch Look at my wrist Nothin' like ya man he ain?t shinin? like this Nothin' like ya man he
but face it B.I.G. And Tupac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent Ghetto star by the bar, I get you bent You wanna party, let
hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this ear boy Yeah you know I wanna come out, I wanna go out on tour with you man Yo hons man tourin' ain't what it's all
peace Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called street life Rest in peace I'ma straight up G, let
wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna
hi to the bad guy Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya?ll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya?ll (Repeat) Verse: What the fuck you niggas wanna do
in life, high on life I wonder what life would be like if no more women were dykes And trick hard at low prices, it's a cold cold world, yeah How do
talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon' pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Matter fact, you should take four B
