Long kiss good night

[puff daddy]
Mmmmmmmmm-hmm
See.. {*echoes*}
I told you.. {*echoes*}

[puff] see, I told yall muhfuckers
[big] yo yo.. that stupid nigga man
[puff] i told yall to stop!
[big] he fucked up, yo..
[puff] i pray for you to stop
[big] yo, yo yo yo, yo.. yo.. yo..
Yo, yo yo yo, yo..
[puff] but no, you didnt stop
[big] yo.. yo..
[puff] and now, we wont stop

Chorus: sung by notorious b.i.g. (repeat 2x)

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss.. yo.. ass.. goodnight

[notorious b.i.g.]
I make yo mouthpiece obese like della reese
When I release, you loose teeth like lil cease
Nigga please, blood floods yo dungarees
And thats just the half on my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
Than the average playa hater, and spectators
Buy my cd twice; they see me in the streets
They be like, yo he nice, but thats on the low doe
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out fo-fos, and go up in they clothes
Short-change niggaz, snort-caine niggaz
Extortion came quicker, bought the range nigga
Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as ripple be
Til lil cease crippled me
Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be
The game sour like like a pickle be, yall know da rules
Move from bk to new jeruz -- thinkin bout
All the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through
Now the years new, I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggaz envious
Too many niggaz on my dick, shit strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed ya, I aint mad at cha (we aint mad at cha)
Blood rushin, concussions, aint nothin
Catch cases, come out frontin, smokin somethin
Sippin white russians, bitch in the benz bumpin
I laced it wit the basic, six tvs a system
Knockin mase shit, face it, we hard to hit
Guard ya shit, fore I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss

Chorus 2x

{puff daddy - speaking over chorus}
Now.. we dont give a fuck..
We just absolutely.. dont give a fuck..
Because.. there aint no motherfuckin love here..
There aint no love here..
You know, we.. we just gon keep doin what we do
We gon keep fuckin you up..
And ima keep stompin your motherfuckin head in
You fuckin bitch, cmon!!
{last line overlaps biggies next verse}

[notorious b.i.g.]
Uhh.. Im flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin
Maniacs, put my name in raps, what part the
Game is that? like they hustle backwards
I smoke blackwoods and dutchies, ya cant touch me
Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy
Youre bleedin lovely, witchyo, spirit above me
Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky
Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me
Rest where the worms and the weak be
My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
With the holy ghost, I put holes in most
You hold your toast shaky, slippin tryin to break me
Look what you made me do, brains blew
My team in the marine-blue, six coupe
Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin out -- the block
For distances, givin long kisses bitch

Chorus 2x

{puff daddy - speaking over chorus}
All we have to do now.. is say a prayer for you.. yknow?
Thats all we have to do, just to pray for your mind.. cause..
Eheh, see your mind got control of your heart..
When its supposed to be the other way around
Your hearts supposed to got control of your mind..
So now, I have no feelings for you
You have made me cold..
{last line overlaps biggies next verse}

[notorious b.i.g.]
Frank white the menacin, chron chrons the medicine
I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin
Got the new, hummer in the summer when I was a new comer
Then, drugs and mac-10s
Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you
Be broke -- girls wont date you
Thats why I relate to, choke yo ass out til your face blue
Make you, open the safe too
No matter how you call it (how you call it)
This brolic, alcoholic .. {*biggies chorus fades in*}
Like his weed greend out, like his brick solid
Distribute to, kids who, take heart like valentine
Drink ballentine, all the time
Slugs hit your chest tap you spine, flatline
Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo times
Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real doe
Sling steal slow, as for remorse, we feel no

Chorus 3x

{puff daddy - speaking over chorus}
See the fucked up thing is that I love you..
Yaknahmsayin?
Its just in my nature to love you..
I cant hate you.. cause its not in my nature to hate you..
You know, I dont know..
Maybe.. Im a different type of individual..
But.. you have me on the line..
And theres a thin line between love and hate
And God forbid I cross that line..
Cause yall not gonna give a fuck
Im tellin you right, motherfuckin, now!!
The shit, yall done started, is never gonna stop!!!
We are never gonna stop!!!
And we not talkin bout.. no other rappers..
We talkin bout you motherfucker
You know, who Im talkin to..
We comin for you..
We comin for you.. ehehehehheh
The shits gon feel so good..
Im gon make you love me baby {*echoes*}

2pac - Biggy DISS

[Tupac]

I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N W New Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a B-writer
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alazhay with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-f**kas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

Hypnotize

"Hypnotize"

Uh, uh, uh, c'mon

[Verse One:]

Hah, sicker than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggas don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggas fronting ain't saying nothing (nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
Packing, asking who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we're on it

[Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"]

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)

[Verse Two:]

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meaning who's really the shit
Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gonna blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you niggas come and get me

[Chorus:]

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

[Verse Three:]

I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you working (uh)
for certain, Poppa freaking, not speaking
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe...Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)

[Chorus:]

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
[fades]

Demarco - Fallen Soldier

Lyrics to Fallen Soldiers :
[Intro:]
Yeah... Woaah Oh Dis Is For My soldiers...
Real Real Soldiers Yeah!

[Chorus:]
Dis Is For My Fallen Soldiers
We Miss You Although You Gone
We With You Gone Pon Di Battle Field
Life IS So F***king Real

Dis Is For My Fallen Soldiers
We Miss You Although You Gone
We With You Gone Pon Di Battle Field
Life IS So F***king Real

[Verse 1:]
As A Likkle Yute Used 2 Hang Out Pon Di Corner
Me and Di Whole Ah mi Friend Dem We Ah Bun Some Marijuana
Although Nuff Ah We Never Grow Up Wid No Fahda
Still We Haffi Try We Best Mek It Cross De Border
But Some Bwoy True Dem Big Like How Hulk Hogan
Come Ah Chat Tell Dem We Nuh Listen Slogan
We Prefer Dead Before We Tek Program
We Nuh Grow Wrong... No We Nuh Grow Wrong

[Chorus:]
Dis Is For My Fallen Sodier
We Miss You Although You Gone
We With You Gone Pon Di Battle Field
Life IS So F***king Real

Dis Is For My Fallen Soldier
We Miss You Although You Gone
We With You Gone Pon Di Battle Field
Life IS So F***king Real

[Verse 2:]
Ah Nuff Ah Dem Nuh Like We
Dem Kno Dem Wrong And Still Ah Tek It Fight We
Kill Off Me Friend And Think Me Tek It Lightly
Ah De Whole Ah Unnuh Bwoy Me A Pree
Ah! We Nuh Want No More Funeral No More Burial
Stop Behaving Like Wild Animals
Get More Spiritual Get More Biblical Or Go Tek A Wash Off Ova De Mineral
You Save Yah Soul You Save Yah Self
While You Rest In Peace
So Tell Jah Jah
We Need Some Help Fi Trample The Beast

[CHORUS]