The Notorious B.I.G. — Hope You Niggas Sleep

[Intro: Puff Daddy] Yeah Bad Boy Cash Money 2000, baby! [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts Yeah, I pop plenty shit Chump, I'm making hits No time for the crack rock and shit Took it to another level Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me Hoes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah, ya'll, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers For the burner, catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self; from Brooklyn, where else? Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop What you think, I'm stupid? My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep [Verse 2: B.G.] I throw a bomb through your window Burn you up and your ho I catch your mama going to therapy and cut her throat Your little sister walking home from school I abduct her, then I fuck her I hit your park close up with the Louisville Slugger B.G.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherfucker I was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters Cluckers, you know I got 'em, two for one, my nigga I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on [Verse 3: Birdman] Thugging is my thing; if I'm beefing, I'm banging Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper Haters, I don't like 'em; bitches, I don't trust 'em Niggas, I can't stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine Niggas trying to pull it off, "pop," goes the nine That's how it got to be in these uptown streets And a nigga like me, I play the game for keeps [Verse 4: Juvenile] I remember when niggas slang heroin up in balloons I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, bitch Want some old nigga? Fuck with me, I'mma do 'em, shit Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him Put my foot in their rectum right after I dome checked 'em I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper in ears when they gonna mention me I been out doing it for years--since elementary Real good relationship with guns and drugs Because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs Everything is my own shit cause I don't fuck with scrubs I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love [Verse 5: Turk] I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split They die quick, fucking with Turk, wodie get whacked Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back And trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me Fuck that, I bust back with a .223 Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep Innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split [Verse 6: Lil' Wayne] Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em I'm coming so alert them (Ur, Ur) fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting You haven't seen the worst and I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog Could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what [Outro: Puff Daddy] Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again And we won't stop, get money niggas