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the notorious b.i.g. - tonight lyrics

[intro: notorious b.i.g. (puff daddy)]
(yo, check this out, yeah motherf-ckers)
(come on motherf-ckers, b.i.g. motherf-ckers)
too much smoke in here man
open a f-cking window
what the f-ck man
yo yo yo yo yo

[verse 1: notorious b.i.g.]
i make your mouthpiece obese like della reese
when i release, you lose t–th like lil’ cease
n-gga please, blood floods your dungarees
and that’s just the half of my warpath
laugh now, cry later, i rhyme greater
than the average player hater and spectators
buy my cd twice, they see me in the streets
they be like, “yo he nice, but that’s on the low though”
be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
i pull out fo’-fo’s and go up in they clothes
short-change n-ggas, snort-‘caine n-ggas
extortion came quicker, bought the range, n-gga
ya still tickle me, i used to be as strong as ripple be
’til lil’ cease crippled me
now i play hard, like my girl’s nipples be
the game sour like a pickle be, y’all know the rules
move from bk to new jeruz; thinking ’bout
all the planes we flew, b-tches we ran through
now the year’s new, i lay my game flat
i want my spot back–take two
motherf-ckers mad ’cause i blew, n-ggas envious
too many n-ggas on my d-ck, sh-t strenuous
when my men bust, you just move with such stamina
slugs missed ya; i ain’t mad at ‘cha
blood rushin’, concussions ain’t nothin’
catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something
sippin’ white russians, b-tch in the benz bumpin’
i laced it with the basic, six tv’s a system
knocking mase sh-t; face it, we hard to hit
guard your sh-t, ‘fore i stick you for your re-up
wipe the pee up, l!ck shots, woke your seed up
go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss

[hook: joe hooker]
y’all can’t see this
that this might be the night
this might be the night, that’s right, that’s right
this might be the night (kiss your -ss goodbye)

[verse 2: havoc]
n-ggas playing they hands wrong, that’s why they won’t last long
finessed what i was dealt with from the day i was born
while you bent up on that corner, n-ggas plotting and scheming
up in them little holes, be creeping with mac demons
n-ggas know not to f-ck with my dough
n-ggas know not to f-ck with this little bro, i’m 10 seconds hit’n’go
black mask, black truck, chrome rims, chuk’ timbs
enough to confuse any witness
strongest of calibers, is what we only travel with
you gotta get hit, your man dead, so you got a hand in it
extort y’all, once friends, now we gotta cross y’all
you know the n-ggas with the biggest b-lls set the new laws
and flip fours, have ’em washing drawers while you up north
gat to your jugular, getting your salad tossed
overhearing n-ggas situations, singing like lou rawls
sitting on the stand with no remorse

[hook: joe hooker]
y’all can’t see this
that this might be the night
this might be the night, that’s right, that’s right
this might be the night (kiss your -ss goodbye)

[verse 3: prodigy]
yo, yo, how we do n-ggas, i don’t beef, i shoot n-ggas
if i can’t get the main character, a few n-ggas then
i don’t need no gin to boost me
i got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go
i got fire in my heart, guns in my car
cash in my carhartts, it ain’t hard to get ’em
like blaow when i hit ’em, the n-gga sh-t his drawers
when the 40-pound hit him, the f-ck these n-ggas thought?
could it be the fame, maybe it’s the 2 benz or
would it be the same if i couldn’t claim those?
f-ckin’ put holes through your range rove’
c-cksucker, beat it, while you bleedin’ on the dashboard
n-ggas get, what they hand call for, i’m gettin’ rich
you get deaded, i get erections over revenge, kid
you get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave
i’ll lay a n-gga down and steam roll away…

[hook 2x: joe hooker]
y’all can’t see this
that this might be the night
this might be the night, that’s right, that’s right
this might be the night (kiss your -ss goodbye)

[outro: puff daddy]

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