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Max B

Biggaveli Shit 2009

 

Biggaveli Shit 2009

(album: Million Dollar Baby 3 - 2009)


Max B
Oh they can't take the game, uh

[The Notorious B.I.G:]
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs, disappear with my bitch
In a Mitsubishi Eclipse
Read my lips, "I kill you"
Blood I'll spill true
Did I say "thank you"
I grant you
Three wishes, cause i be the genie
Niggas is ass out
Like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines
See what I see
I see the diary
Of a sick bastard
Junior M.A.F.I.A blaster
Rugers on the hips
Bought coke to flip chips
More bullets to fill clips, check it
Putting coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter 2
I'm inviting you
Get your writing crew, and they dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass, every time
Lyrically, I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad blunted in a 600
Benz, ask your friends who's the Illest licking shot
Niggas screaming, "Biggie Smalls tried to kill us"
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hip, nigga
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hip, nigga
Junior M.A.F.I.A, representing Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
Faced down, you know the routine the C.R.E.A.M
Earrings the drama Biggie Bring
Lets get it on, nigga

[Max B:]
I like six fours and thick hoes just look at the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look at the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes

Heavy on the wrist wear
Shit real glittery
I put you out of your misery
Piffery, slippery
Get me in jam knock your knees out
Dropped the Domain had a fiend
Had 'em bowing down to the great one niggas praise me like the water
My music always moves ya
Lose ya
Meet you in the woods till he stinks up
Get your links up
Nigga you best to drink up
Nigga you best stop fucking with me I'm a grisly
Glide through the city like a frisbee
Mama dig me
On the suck fuck
On the let the team get a taste
I'm trying to do it her face
Do it for the cake
Let her skeet it beat it
Homey best to step things are almost completed
This murder case I'mma beat it
Gettin money, b

[2Pac:]
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass, tell me, will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's getting crazy after dark, these narcs
Be, like, tryna shut me down, but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been moving these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stacking Gs, buying all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still coming up
I'm getting paid, pulling razors on niggas when they running up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama, busta, you ain't heard?
I been slicing motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cock-D and they don't quit until they drop me, I'm loyal to the game

[Max B:]
I like six fours and thick hoes just look at the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look at the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes

[Jay-Z:]
I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and
Bullets'd follow 'em and
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
And say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, holmes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone
Welcome to Hell, where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come, you better return 'em
All scars, we earn 'em
All cars, we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hopping out the back of vans
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it
Was clapping them flamers before I became famous
For playing me, y'all shall forever remain nameless

[Max B:]
I like six fours and thick hoes just look at the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes
I like six fours and thick hoes just look at the way she walks my shit grows
Life is a bitch you know how the shit goes

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