[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
Benz, a ninja cap New York will always be the Biggie Smalls crib Here the sound will always be present on the street [chorus: Bigg Sound] Going back
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
soft with his gang Now, I know what to do You only think of my paper You only think of me down I heard - "Let's shoot the Big Sound!" White sneakers,
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
[intro] Yeah... It's Biggie Sound! Three niggaz, one shot and bullshit [verse 1] I tell you to go And you go on that Softly in tha Maybach I'm hittin
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
album: Get The Dollar [intro - The Biggie Sound] Let's go get the money! C'mon! Hey! [chorus - The Biggie Sound][2X] I'm the world's best and you copy
[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
[Big Sound talkin'] Biggie Sound the best for the street The best for the broken Huh, Respect my Tech [Big Sound] Be a thug too Spend some money now,
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
Biggie Sound Don't think too much why this's a blown It's so much paper my niggaz wit' nausea Get washed up! With the sound of T.B.S. Thug Rockin' everything
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
it's just an intermission Back to the second half of the feature flick Dick stacks and fuck rap [Pos] I had a name for makin paper since paper mache
-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
: [feat. Thin C] [Chorus: Thin-C & Krayzie Bone] Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap
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
