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big l - deadly combination (remix) lyrics

[2pac- echoing at each break]
yeah, n-gga, yeah. that’s right. baby. this how we do it

[2pac]
follow me, tell me if you feel me
i think n-ggas is tryin’ to k!ll me
picturin’ pistols, spittin’ hollow points till they drill me
keepin’ it real, and even if i do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin’ steel
see n-ggas is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
that used to be real, but now they’re petrified b-tches
i’m tryin’ to be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
listen to ron, the only dj that can calm me
constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
i’m trapped in the storm, and f-ck the world till i’m gone
b-tches be warned – word is bond, you’ll get torn
i’m bustin’ on giuliani, he rubbin’ my n-ggas wrong
and then it’s on, before i leave picture me
i’m spittin’ at punk b-tches and hustlin’ to be free
watch me set it, n-ggas don’t want it, you can get it
bet it make these jealous n-ggas mad i said it
this thug life n-gga, we don’t cater to you hoes
f-ck with me, have a hundred motherf-ckers at yo’ do’
with fo’-fo’s.. hahahahaha, yeah n-gga
thug life

[the notorious b.i.g.]
i’m hard, jehovah said i’m barred from the pearly gates
f-ck him, i didn’t wanna go to heaven anyway
but my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
talkin’ bout some “praise the lord” sh-t
hail mary, f-ck her, i never knew her
i’d probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean
with the fifth by the gabardine
what you expected from his next of kin
i’m loco bro, but ain’t no mexican
i got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
a shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while i’m sh-ttin’
the lesson from the smith & wesson is depressin’
n-ggas keep stressin’, the same motherf-ckin’ question
how many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
and my body start to shake, ron g, stop the break

[big l]
i be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid
a bad boy, just like notorious b.i.g
i’ll roc-a-fella like shawn carter
with more game than ron harper
the bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
while y’all be on the corners bummy and high
i be out buyin’ the finest sh-t money can buy
you wish you was in a position that i’m in
hot rhymin’, diamonds shinin’, autograph signin’
my lifestyle is far out
every week, bring a different car out
i go to nightclubs and buy the bar out
uh, cause i keep cream, i’m large on the street scene
every time i touch mics you hear all the freaks scream

yeah, yeah; big l, harlem’s finest, yeah
that n-gga who hold it down for uptown

[2pac]
hahahaha, this how we do it out here
on this underground real sh-t n-gga, it’s the heat n-gga
now rewind this motherf-cker, you know you can’t help it
deadly combination bwoy

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