Lyrics I Really Want to Show You (feat. K-CI & Jo-Jo & Nas) [2005 Remaster].lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
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[ti: I Really Want to Show You (feat. K-CI & Jo-Jo & Nas) [2005 Remaster]]
[length: 05:10]
[00:01.26]Notorious B.I.G.]
[00:01.87]Wooo! There’s gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
[00:03.45]Y’all better be swift with that punch button Jack
[00:06.56]Biggie. Biggie.
[00:09.40]I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
[00:11.17]Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
[00:14.13]People look at you like youse the user
[00:16.80]Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
[00:19.47]But they don’t know about your stress-filled day
[00:21.65]Baby on the way mad bills to pay
[00:24.22]That’s why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
[00:26.60]and wish, you wasn’t livin so devilish, ssshit
[00:29.85]I remember I was just like you
[00:32.11]Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62’s
[00:34.67]Cause G-E-D, wasn’t B-I-G
[00:36.91]I had to get P-A-D, that’s why my moms hate me
[00:39.36]She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
[00:42.48]Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
[00:45.59]Packed up my tools for my raw power move
[00:47.37]Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
[00:50.10]for chumps tryin to stop my flow
[00:52.93]And what they don’t know will show on the autopsy
[00:55.31]Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
[00:57.91]Asked for some consignment, he wasn’t tryin to hear it
[01:00.18]Smoking mad Newports cause I’m due in court
[01:03.20]for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
[01:05.65]Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
[01:08.15]You better have your gat in hand, cause man
[01:10.85]Come and run with me . I really wanna show you
[01:16.55]How I run the streets . I really wanna show you
[01:20.88]How I’m clockin G’s . I really wanna show you
[01:26.02]Come and run with me . I really wanna show you
[01:30.92]I had the master plan
[01:33.13]I’m in the caravan on my way to Maryland
[01:34.68]with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
[01:37.53]They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
[01:40.10]And when he start to bust he like to ask, “Who’s next?”
[01:42.42]I got my honey on the Amtrak
[01:44.63]with the crack in the crack of her ass
[01:46.98]Two pounds of hash in the stash
[01:48.67]I wait for hon to make some quick cash
[01:50.55]I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
[01:52.89]At last, I’m literally loungin black
[01:55.33]Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
[01:57.87]Had to re-up; see what’s up with my peeps
[02:00.76]Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
[02:02.75]See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
[02:05.43]Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
[02:08.35]Then I got the phone call, it couldn’t hit me harder
[02:11.14]We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
[02:13.50]Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
[02:16.26]by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
[02:18.57]And my bitch swear to God she won’t snitch
[02:21.41]I told her when she hit the bricks I’ll make the hooker rich
[02:23.68]Conspiracy, she’ll be home in three
[02:26.35]Until then I looks out for the whole family
[02:28.41]A true G, that’s me, blowing like a bubble;
[02:31.43]in the everyday struggle
[02:53.51]I’m seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
[02:55.77]ain’t tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
[02:58.29]Guns and diamonds
[02:59.39]Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain’t shinin
[03:01.09]Take ki’s til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
[03:03.12]This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
[03:05.83]They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
[03:08.78]Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
[03:11.25]Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
[03:13.54]He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
[03:15.90]Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
[03:18.29]Cooks it up til it’s bright white, cut it tight right
[03:21.32]Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
[03:23.88]Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
[03:26.55]High technology dealers, to the users and losers
[03:28.82]Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV’s
[03:31.51]Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
[03:33.92]My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
[03:36.69]City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
[03:38.97]Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers
[03:41.95]My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
[03:44.34]Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
[03:47.01]Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
[03:49.45]Seats on the Bent’ stay nasty, push the dash
[03:52.10]for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
[03:54.78]Cause I know they comin but I’m reachin my goal
[03:57.26]Fuck bummin, I’m makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
[03:59.08]Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
[04:02.34]Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby
[04:11.88]Year of Release: 1999