nitorous B.I.G: Yeah. Motherf*** ers better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah.
My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherf*** ing right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the f*** ing gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick...
Beats And Pizza Life: Yooo!
I just wanted to see how many people out there could relate to this blog post..
If you were to view my place when I'm in the "zone", you'd see a kitchen floor filled with empty pizza boxes..
If it's summer time, you'd see plastic Popsicle wrappers.
Comment below if Pizza is mandatory when making music all day.
I'll love to read some of you guys typical menu when banging out music all day....