B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose, too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G. Be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, here's my phone number Your man ain't got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous On trizack, leave your ass blizzack
2pac
The quicker the nigga can go on The faster the nigga can get his dough on Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on Them niggas don't know what goes on They trying to fuck with all they clothes on Then act up when all the hoes gone Are you ready for my flow? hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go I'm quick to kill a nigga any nigga feel me nigga You can't fade me I'm way to fucking real nigga 2Pacalypse Now still down with the Underground Niggas get clowned when I come around Boom boom motherfucker and it don't stop Fuck a cop pass the glock and it won't stop If ya ready for my flow hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level Hit me once fucking D M and two times Popping like two nines hitting 'em with new rhymes I can make you love me Best to chill with the nigga 'cause ya sure can't punch me If ya feel me let me hear ya say (Rock that shit) X3 'Cause ain't a nigga alive that can stop the hit