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The Biggie Sound The Thug Paper

[chorus] My paper born, my paper grows My paper developin', but he doesn't die She likes my style - Com'on guys! My paper born, my paper grows My paper

of my paper man This is my way (echo) The Biggie Sound, the striker J. [chorus- Big Sound] Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah Hoo! Come this sound Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah Hoo! Come this sound

U ask why, I'll tell you why I'm waitin' for you, right here on the street A lil' Hennessy, a glock, you're dead Come on Biggie! [verse 2 - Biggie Sound

Biggie Sound] Yea! Biggie! Rampage and MC Q. (remix! mix! mix!) HoOoO! (Haha) [verse1 - The Biggie Sound] I received my first kiss, bounce! Oh! Biggie

[intro] Yea! Biggie! [verse1] I received my first kiss, bounce! Oh! Biggie Sound! Y'll will be around Don't be in love, uh-huh Don't let it touch you

plays gangsta's rap In your head only plays gangsta's rap In the hood you walk But, no realize that's in New York The life is thug and you're bein' watched

This bullshit will get hot Gunz that talk In broad daylight in New York [* click-clack *] [verse 1] I promise! You no more look to the sky Biggie the

-packed prisons, fiends and ni**az thug livin Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh Move without a sound

hate: girls, women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure, with a dick bigger