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Tekstovi: The Biggie Sound. Your Niggaz Are Dyin'.

[verse 1]
A fable, legend says
You'll pay a bottle of Tangueray
Follow me! Burns, money my way (HoO!)
Pussy crusher!
Look at my street is always dark
I'm in your mark, flyin' in the car
Love in caps with the initials N.Y.
In line nigga! Your nose bleeds! (Why?)
Your niggaz are shy, your niggaz will die
In line nigga! I'mma business! businessmaaan!
Coconut water, network, a glock to follow the game
The tale doesn't end, I'm the nightmare
I'm not in your dream? I cut the head of his messenger
Hennessy to the stem, pimps and para-normal
Animal! You didn't read my manual
Don't forget to lower the head
Your baby is here callin' me a beautiful bread
Get started work or will start to burn!
In line! Will die nigga gonna die! (yeah!)
B.S. Thug so high! nigger is shiverin', you DIE!


[chorus]
Swords and slings, I'll cut and set as Samurai
In tha hood, your niggaz are crazy 'n' dying
Yeah nigga, yeah yeah yeah nigga yeah!
In line! You'll die (DIE)! Nigga gonna DIE!

[verse 2]
Kill him, punch him
I'm in this life to knock them down
"Dangerous Goods" and a dose of Gin
The cup of victory, straw, dust and Hennessy
I'm earnin' 6 digits per day
We're seeing ghosts flyin', should be the Tangueray
I don't like niggaz in LA! Huh!
Check it!
I don't like the hicks from Arkansas
Niggaz, respect my crew and my "cren