The Notorious B.I.G. — Long Kiss Goodnight Original

{Intro:] Yo I'mma smoke this nigga, man.. What the fuck y'all doin' man? You fuckin' with the jam master (Time, time for you to die) As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight) I ain't fuckin with you niggas, I ain't fuckin with you niggas This stupid nigga, man Fuck that Uh Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo! [Verse 1:] I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Lil' Cease Nigga please, blood floods your dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average playa 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 niggas, snort 'caine niggas Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga 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 da rules Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin 'bout All the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through Now the year's new, I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at ya (we ain't mad at ya) Blood rushin', concussions, ain't nothing Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumping I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system Knockin' Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up Long kiss [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)] Time, time for you to die (dick-ridin' ass niggas everywhere..) As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight (there's more than one dick to ride in the rap game) (no doubt, no doubt) Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] What, what, what, what? I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at, these fucking Maniacs, put my name in raps, what part the Game is that? Like they hustle backwards I smoke Backwoods and Dutchies, you can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy You're bleeding lovely, with yo, spirit above me Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast shaky, slippin' tryin' to break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team in the marine-blue, six Coupe Skeeted out, weeded out, cleanin' out -- the block For distances, givin' long kisses bitch! [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Frank White the menacing, Chron-Chron's the medicine I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer Then, drugs and MAC-10s Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you Be broke -- girls won't date you That's why I relate to, choke yo' ass out til your face blue Make you, open the safe too No matter how you call it (how you call it) This brolic, alcoholic Like his weed green'd out, like his brick solid Distribute to, kids who, take heart like Valentine Drink Ballantine, all the time Slugs hit your chest tap your spine, flatline Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo' times Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G. (singing)] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight Time, for you to die As I kiss.. your.. ass.. goodnight [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck that! That nigga tryna be on that up and coming shit, FUCK THAT! I ain’t the type to toot my horn, but toot toot motherfucker! I’m the nicest nigga in the game, man! Face the motherfucking facts man! You fuckin' with the other side! You can’t see me! You can’t see me! In a fistfight you won’t SEE me nigga! Sick of this bullshit Only reason I ain’t naming no names, is so I don't give these bitch-ass niggas a chance to make a record coming back just to sell a few units Faggots! (we blowin' kisses at you niggas) Old dirty half-ass niggas, man..