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Titel: Notorious B.I.G. - Unbelievable
Album: Ready To Die
Verse One:Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest oneRepresentin BK to the fullestGats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckinChickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckinIt ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlinwith the mac in the Ac' door panelingBandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breatheMad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breatheBreeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical highAnd those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutchesGet smoked like dutches from the masterHate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lotYour life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dotsWho rock the spot? Biggie!You know how the weed yo, unbelievableVerse Two:B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.Get it? BiggieAlso known as the bon appetitRappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepinBulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatinDumb rappers need teachinLesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wackO hcome come now, why y'all so dumb nowHunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven waysTo summer sautee, I'm the winner all dayLights get dimmer down Biggie's hallwayMy forte causes caucausians to sayHe sounds demented, car-weed scentedIf I said it, I meant itBite my tongue for no-oneCall me evil, or unbelievableVerse Three:Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe'sLeave no witnesses, what you think this isAin't no amateurs here, I damage and tearMC's fear me, they too near not to hear meClearly, I'm the triple beam dreamOne thousand grams of uncut to the gutIt seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grillTryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killerThe gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiverGet ready to die, tell God I said hiAnd throw down some ice, for the nicest MCNiggaz know the steelo, unbelievable

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