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Grab My Gun

by Notorious B.I.G.

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Lyrics: I'm sticking icepicks on the tip of your dick give your testicles a swift kick ain't that some shit am I hard-hardcore harder than the planet it ain't no miss it's a nigger with a spliff and a chrome-fu fist pressed on yo back so what you want nigga how you wanna act I hope civilized cause I love to see niggas die brains all leaking out on the street and the pastor preaching: he was a good man played the bad man when the burner was in his hand now he's singing sad songs with Elvis three to the head 'bout six cross the pelvis you fuck with the high die you die you're the same motherfucker if you look up in the sky I want some old nex shit suplex shit hardcore section protection a repetitive loop all I need to display solo is the proof I put it to you boy hope you got the scoop biggie smalls the rap genius I keep the glock by the penis the cleanest cut fuck sluts with the big humongous butts I used to rub a butt my style is Gucci like the hookers pussy and it don't take a lot of black puff to put me into flamin em like that little nigga Damien glock 19 to my mothafucking cranium gang-thight gun toting motherfucker niggas in they brains thought biggie was a sucker I tricked em I gave me work then I snitched em I stripped em cause niggas dont want the friction told you before how I bring gun drama playing Larry Johnson and his grand mama fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga when I get busy throw you hands in the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality niggas be grabbing me knowing that they rather be stabbing me all up in my back tryna take my track when i used to sell crack I aint had problems like that street rules watch your pockets and your jewels a nigga front throw a gat to the fool next one to move is getting blasted streets to a flows from the ill gettho bastard as I release master peace it's like indecent stuck to your ass like tissue when you're wiping fast mc's have a hard time believing I'm marked with death hard to kill like steven with jacob I'm leaving The black man's motto: you got a better chance playing lotto
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