| I dont wanna live no mo Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do Im livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; Another day, another struggle [notorious big] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they dont know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay Thats why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s Cause ged, wasnt big I got paid, thats why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they dont know will show on the autopsy Went to see papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear it Smoking mad newports cause Im due in court For an assault, that I caught, in bridgeport, new york Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man You better have your gat in hand, cause man Chorus [notorious big] I had the master plan Im in the caravan on my way to maryland With my man two-tecs to take over this projects They call him two-tecs, he tote two tecs And when he start to bust he like to ask, whos next? I got my honey on the amtrak With the crack in the crack of her ass ... |
