Tra frammenti di tecniche sotto prodigi incerti un affanno continuo radio accese mutazioni possibili progenitori falsi un nodo alla gola schermi accesi
Notorious B.I.G. spoken words by Puff Been around the world and I I I And we been playa hated [say what?] I don't know and I don't know why Why they
sensuous I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi Those are fads and I ain't trendy But wheter your
hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen Wildstyle dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean? I started crashin' rap contests Shootin
in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta
Of you, I'm dreamin' of you So I get in the car But I didn't get far 'Cause the radio played Every song that I sang with you Yesterday's gone And it
's like, "Tough!" And I'm like, "Give it!" And he's like, "Make me!" And I'm like, "'Kay!" So I grabbed his leg And he grabbed my esophagus And I bit
's sake Back to our regularly scheduled program, program I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian Cause see I
I ain't dropped out for nothing! I swear these dollars going to add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does It's
see things Way different, America's fake I was fast asleep, but now I'm wid awake I was under the spell of Kangol and reserved notes Religion and fashion, I
AM radio I like pop and I like soul I like rock but I never liked disco on the AM radio I like pop and I like soul I like rock but I never liked disco
So I don't give a fuck about MTV Or any radio station, they won't play me They own kids give me spins on tapes and CD's Infamous First Infantry tee's
[intro - 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money (ha-ha) [chorus - 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don'
Uh, af-after seeing this I, I have no other questions, I, I mean I Hey look, this is David Nevermind I'm signing off, but before I'm outta here, remember
the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin! I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin
