Tekstovi: Notorious B. I. G.. I Really Wanna Show Ya.
[Notorious B.I.G]
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at ya like use to used
Selling drugs to all the loosers mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqeray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flipping oldies 62's
'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out things went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools saw my raw power move
Black nineteen forcasted flower moves
Four drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the ortopsy
Went to see papi, the cock me a brik
Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assult
That I caught in Bridge Port, New York
Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in hand
'Cause man
Chorus:
[K-Ci & JoJo]
Come and run with me
I really wanna show you
How I'm fraid to be
I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin' G's
Really wanna show you
Come and run with me
I really wanna show you
[Notorious B.I.G]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Tutex to take over this projects
They call him Tutex, he tote tutex
And when he smoke the boss
He likes to ask who's next?
I got my honies on the Amtrack
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hun to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed
At last so I really really lounging Black
Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks
Had to read up see what's up with my peeps
Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked but rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call
It couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated
Like lino wa' the car
I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel play the burnace
And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy should be home in three
Until them I looks out for the home family
A true G, got speed blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle
Chorus:
[K-Ci & JoJo] (Nas)
Come and run with me (Word up man)
I really wanna show you (Gotta get this money,man.
Anywhere we can get it we gon' have to get it)
How I'm fraid to be (I'ma said it my Nigga, B.I.G)
I really wanna show you (Notorious forever baby)
How I'm clockin' G's (That's right, Nas Escobar)
Really wanna show you (The untouchable, ain't nothing stoppin' us baby)
Come and run with me (Let's roll baby, let's ride)
I really wanna show you (Everyday struggle)
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
Ain't trying to see no black man turn into John Gotti
[Nas]
Guns and diamonds,
bitches strip they tongues where the sun is shinin'
Take key's till they spot us (?)
My Nigga got his krib rated
Police took grams, locked up his whole fam
Moms, sister and his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin' like nothin' wrong, hustlin' again
You try to be the next Frank White and Escobar
Pickin' up coke, a fiend, hoes and intercept a car
Cooks it up till it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin' like Fright Night
Coppin' the motorbikes, the scooter, weighin' dope on computers
High technologie deals, to the losers and users
Half Lex, Stevie
Tryin' to swop drug for TV's
Stores went out of baking soda from BK to QB
My Niggas die for the cause, .45 on the draw
City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin' my weight in they titties and draws
My bitches, out the state get dizzy, while they pushin' my call
Callin' me up, callin' me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes bring my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on they bands, say nasty
Push the dash for the stash
Box is where the cash be
Watchin' for taskforce
Cause I know they comin'
But my goal is to flow, fuck ballin'
I'm makin' sure, I leave this whole game to something
Crib and west, palms for my dyin', fear for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin' at the next Nicholas Vaunts
Chorus:
[K-Ci & JoJo]
How I'm clockin' G's
Really wanna show you
Come and run with me
I really wanna show you
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at ya like use to used
Selling drugs to all the loosers mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqeray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flipping oldies 62's
'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out things went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools saw my raw power move
Black nineteen forcasted flower moves
Four drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the ortopsy
Went to see papi, the cock me a brik
Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assult
That I caught in Bridge Port, New York
Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in hand
'Cause man
Chorus:
[K-Ci & JoJo]
Come and run with me
I really wanna show you
How I'm fraid to be
I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin' G's
Really wanna show you
Come and run with me
I really wanna show you
[Notorious B.I.G]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Tutex to take over this projects
They call him Tutex, he tote tutex
And when he smoke the boss
He likes to ask who's next?
I got my honies on the Amtrack
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hun to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed
At last so I really really lounging Black
Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks
Had to read up see what's up with my peeps
Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked but rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call
It couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated
Like lino wa' the car
I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel play the burnace
And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy should be home in three
Until them I looks out for the home family
A true G, got speed blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle
Chorus:
[K-Ci & JoJo] (Nas)
Come and run with me (Word up man)
I really wanna show you (Gotta get this money,man.
Anywhere we can get it we gon' have to get it)
How I'm fraid to be (I'ma said it my Nigga, B.I.G)
I really wanna show you (Notorious forever baby)
How I'm clockin' G's (That's right, Nas Escobar)
Really wanna show you (The untouchable, ain't nothing stoppin' us baby)
Come and run with me (Let's roll baby, let's ride)
I really wanna show you (Everyday struggle)
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
Ain't trying to see no black man turn into John Gotti
[Nas]
Guns and diamonds,
bitches strip they tongues where the sun is shinin'
Take key's till they spot us (?)
My Nigga got his krib rated
Police took grams, locked up his whole fam
Moms, sister and his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin' like nothin' wrong, hustlin' again
You try to be the next Frank White and Escobar
Pickin' up coke, a fiend, hoes and intercept a car
Cooks it up till it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin' like Fright Night
Coppin' the motorbikes, the scooter, weighin' dope on computers
High technologie deals, to the losers and users
Half Lex, Stevie
Tryin' to swop drug for TV's
Stores went out of baking soda from BK to QB
My Niggas die for the cause, .45 on the draw
City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin' my weight in they titties and draws
My bitches, out the state get dizzy, while they pushin' my call
Callin' me up, callin' me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes bring my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on they bands, say nasty
Push the dash for the stash
Box is where the cash be
Watchin' for taskforce
Cause I know they comin'
But my goal is to flow, fuck ballin'
I'm makin' sure, I leave this whole game to something
Crib and west, palms for my dyin', fear for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin' at the next Nicholas Vaunts
Chorus:
[K-Ci & JoJo]
How I'm clockin' G's
Really wanna show you
Come and run with me
I really wanna show you
Notorious B. I. G.
Notorious B. I. G.