[BIG] Never a flaw  
 [Kim] A different kind of high  
 [Kim] Yaknow  feel me on this  huh  uhh  
  
 Ladies and gents  
 Your dopest host presents extravagence  
 in the ladies' frame  leavin cum stains  
 Niggaz remain in awe  when I brought a Dillinger  
 Throw it to ya jaw  uhh  
 Never a flaw  
 Never before  have you seen such magnificense  
 in the black princess  yesss  
 Flow's phenom  I'm the bomb diggy  
 Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me  
 Call us the Gabbana girls  
 We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us  
 Trust, niggaz lust  
 Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route  
 Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta  
 hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand  
 with the in-sane clan, man listen  
 My position is lieutenant  
 Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it  
 Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy  
 Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy  
 To please me you got to be well off  
 Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off  
  
 Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.  
  
 Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja  
 Sensimilla, can I feel ya  
 All I wanna do is touch ya  
 The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby  
 (repeat)  
  
 Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little  
 To my bitches that suck dick a little  
 While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all  
 High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear  
 Yeah, enough glorifyin  
 Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin  
 bout the clothes they be buyin  
 Some stores won't even let you whores in  
 Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass  
 Kim surpass, all crews  
 Bitches still drinkin booze  
 I sip Cristal and Landcruise  
 Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars  
 Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh  
 Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach  
 like the bag, the Prada mama  
 Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna  
 My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana  
  
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 Inhale this, clench your fist  
 Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus  
 Can ya, picture this  
 Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams  
 cause ya fiend for a toke  
 My crew tote Tocques and mink coats  
 On the cell with the boat  
 What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out  
 Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks  
 is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs  
 Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours  
 Boring huh, I'm warnin ya  
 Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch  
 when I fuck with scratch and sniff  
 Now I stacks the shit, practice it  
 So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous  
 So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked  
 The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!  
  
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