feat. M.O.P., Notorious B.I.G., Prince Poetry

(Get on the mic) --> Biz Markie

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[ Red Hot Lover Tone ]
For all my muthaf**kin niggas, word to Hurb, we got stupider
Runnin mad circles round your crew like Jupiter
Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden
Cause I madden, I have been, suckers wish they hadn't
I'm baggin the bitches grabbin my pockets - fatten
Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin
So what you gonna do when I come through your town
With mad niggas who love bein locked down
Facin convictions, throwin caniptions
I got more riches than them royal Egyptians
Step to this mic, you're a goner
Cause Red Hot Lover's right on like Cynthia Horner
I better warn ya, you'll get your ass kicked, I'm blasted
That's it, I drop it like a clumsy black bastard
I'm gettin figures from my rap niggas
Got my shit-kickers, yo, this is for my niggas

[ The Notorious B.I.G. ]
Introducin the black bastard from Bedrock
Guaranteed to make your head rock
Tote Glocks, drop cops that mistake me for Rodney, strictly
headshots
I knock the twist out your dreadlocks
Who got the props? Biggie
Who got the Glock? Biggie
But who is he?
You can't get my description
You need a prescription
Two doses of the ferocoius
Feel the weight when I'm crushin them
Bumrushin em, stuffin em
I put the pressure on em, hon
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just sliced
Like a ginzu, look what I been through
The Brooklyn streets, the obese thug nigga from the East
The black nine, hard to find muthaf**ka
After the rhyme press rewind, muthaf**ka
Strictly for my niggas

[ Prince Poetry of Organized Konfusion