make the haters mad (Make them mad) Look Now if you out here getting cash, popping tags Then gon' and make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad (Make them mad
Fordítás: BG. Legyen Em Mad.
mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on 'em
Brees in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't make
, their breath smellin' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G
You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em 'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em
New) Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do Don't you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
[Notorious B.I.G] Notorious is glorious in the sack Hit skins from the back Put my thumb up in the ass crack Brooklyn freaky n-gga with the most stuff
disrespectful That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G. Plus a nigga sipped more syrup
know the spot, come on, aiyyo She back at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on, yeah B.I.G., Freaky Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh
Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin
I rollover rodents with rims on em Sniffing out a rat, I expose them and then bend on em I lotta bitches but they claiming they O.G.s A straight up pussy
it confused when I rap these mellow flows ?cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road [Big Sean:] GOOD, I do it B.I.G. Sean Don nigga (But you
[The Notorious B.I.G] I went from Construction Timbs to Ac's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
baby don't even trip Now just kick it for a lil' while, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll take you to Sizzler to go eat after awhile I'll make 'em stop trippin
em how we bust this Like some true pioneers, don't forget it Put the money on the table, let's split it We got enough G's here to make us both happy
-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. Verse 4 *(Bart)* Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G
