The Notorious B.I.G. — Tha cypher

[Biggie smalls] (Verse1) 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 at the two or three Benzes 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 [Biggie smalls] (Verse2) 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 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 Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga's style is unorthodox Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga want to act out I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out That's a real nigga for ya [2pac] (Verse3) Im stuck in jail the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail, If I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and im mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause im rappin' They asking me what happend Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson? I can't sleep they taking polaroids And im tryna' use the phone but they making noise Man I wish I had my Glock cause its major Im making shanks out the plastics in razors These motherfuckers won't, leave me alone thats my word 'Bout to turn a violation to a motherfucking murder Im making collect calls to my old bitches Send mo' pictures, and make me some mo' riches To all the suckers on the block, talking shit while I was locked up Be prepared to be socked up Cause the game is deep, and the fame is brief And you bullshitting bitches ain't changing me I came straight up out of gutta' I was saved from hell Im a thug I was raised in jail, now im out on bail