it must of bin mid-December rap'in up into January
bangin on da stereo, swearvy, goin stir crazy
wave'in through da window at da neighborhood kids
grounded in, like a pigion whose wings had bin clipped
got a signal from da radio, at first when i tuned in
i heard my first verse from Biggie, it was his first spin
heated up a bowl of Top Roman's, chicken and shrimp
it was da end 2 all my problems, den da hooked cooked in
and i was hooked...

shook up from da floor up, a rush like a gush of da Niagra
had me holdin down my set, standin erect like Viagra
built up my swagga, pimped out my game now im bonified
let my balls hang low in da cold, nobody's as bold as I
i got on my grind wit a hot mind 2 dictate like Napoleon
how da games go shine, im diamond yall r cubic cerconium
finnaly got a record deal, cashed all my check 2 da nickle
bout a house, jewels, clothes, carz, fast broad dat giggle
emptyed the years of my prime out with the priceist liquor
stayed out drinkin late nights, putin 50 grand on my tab
i was 2 drunk 2 drive so i hoped into da taxie cab
pupils is wide and eyez reder den a Maxie Pad
got droped from my lable, lost my spins and even my ends
tryed 2 withdraw from my account, dident have 2 centz
now im roundin off da summer, livin out of my hummer
should of took Biggz advice, should of kept my ass humble
damn

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