The Notorious B.I.G. — Niggas Original

[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru] Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G’s Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you, huh Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make 'em wet in they pantyhose Damn, a nigga’s style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru] Niggas! Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case Dread want to riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the DA, 'cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up north, bound first stop for the town Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Hahaha, yo Cheek, she like that shit, Cheek [Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru] Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow The neighborhood gravedigger Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots I'd rather beat my dick than trick And if she don’t suck, then we don’t fuck I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck Yes, flex after two or three Becks As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected? A fly guy? Well fuck it, I’m the high guy From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing And when Jake come, I'm leaving [Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru] Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit Niggas! Niggas! Niggas better know, I paid my dues and shit