Karaoké Who Shot Ya The Notorious B.I.G.

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Nine Five motherfuckers

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Nine Five motherfuckers

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Now turn the mics up

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Yeah that beat is knockin'

I need that mic up though to give you what you need

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East Coast motherfuckers

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Bad Boy motherfuckers

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J.M. motherfuckers

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Who shot ya

Separate the weak from the obsolete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

It's on nigga

Fuck all that bickerin' beef

I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek

Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet

Thunderin'

Shakin' the concrete

Then the shit stop when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops

Said they heard mad shots

Saw me in the drop

Three and a quarter

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter

Old school, new school need to learn though

I burn, baby burn like Disco Inferno

Burn slow like blunts with yayo

Peel more skins than Idaho Potato

Niggas know

The lyrical molestin' is takin' place

Fuckin' with B.I.G. it ain't safe

I make your skin chafe

Rashes on them asses

Bumps and bruises

Blunts and Land Cruisers

Big Poppa smash fools

Bash fools

Niggas mad because I know that cash rules

Everything around me

Two Glock nines

Any motherfucker whisperin' about mines

And I'm Crooklyn's finest

You rewind this

Bad Boy's behind this

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East Coast motherfuckers

Bad Boy motherfuckers

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Smoke blunts motherfuckers

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Ready to die motherfuckers

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Nine-Five motherfuckers

Uh I seen the light excite all the freaks

Ah

Stack mad chips

Spread love with my peeps

Niggas wanna creep

Gotta watch my back

Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack

I switches all that

Cocksucker G's up

One false move

Get Swiss cheesed up

Clip to TEC

Respect, I demand it

Slip and break the Eleventh Commandment

Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa

Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you

I feel for you like Chaka Khan

I'm the don

Pussy when I want

Rolex on the arm

You'll die slow but calm

Recognize my face so there won't be no mistake

So you know where to tell Jake lame nigga

Brave nigga

Turned front page nigga

Puff Daddy flips daily

I smoke the blunts

He sips on the Baileys

On the rocks

Tote Glocks at christenings

Hammer cock

In the fire position and

Get high motherfuckers

Ready to die motherfuckers

Come here, come here

Open your fuckin' mouth

Open your, didn't I tell you don't fuck with me huh

Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me huh

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Look at you now

Huh to give you what you need

Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh

Nine-Five motherfuckers

Bitch-ass nigga

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Get high motherfuckers

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Who shot ya

Proceed to give you what you need

Nine-Five motherfuckers

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Who shot ya

Ready to die motherfuckers

Hah

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Who shot ya to give you what you need

Nine-Five motherfuckers

East Coast motherfuckers

Who shot ya

West Coast motherfuckers

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West Coast motherfuckers

Hah

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Get live motherfuckers

Nine-Five motherfuckers

Get money motherfuckers

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Nine-Five motherfuckers

J.M. motherfuckers

J.M. motherfuckers

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