[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Tracey Lee]
Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
The prestigious cats that speak this Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack your cabbage, half-ass rappers shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
Is usually a beat down brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they laying in, ask Tray and them
Oh shit, I suppose it's, time to go snitch
Flip a line and get the show lit, you clown niggas hold it
Down your flow lax just so you know that
We could battle for days like old cats black, you dealin' with a throwback
Winnin' like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams
My lyrics they bang like migraines, nigga my name's
Tray the terrible, Philadelph wild child incredible
Too sick for medical attention (aaahhh), people listen
It's verbal ascension like Maxwell many dimensions
Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition
Killing your Maxell, unveil lyrical skills unknown
For my peoples with illegal cell phones
A real MC let's bring it back home, live from the two-one-five
That lost a back bone, in charge
And heavily armed like Brett Favre, you facade niggas stay down
Biggie make them hit the floor face down (What, what, what)
Them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in yo mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels were rented
But they wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never seen bank like, Frank White
Your hand clutching, your chest plate, contemplates
You 'bout to die, nigga, wait, keep your hands high
[Chorus: Tracey Lee]
If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high
Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive
So you know, it's Tray and B-I, G, scheming on your cream
Why try, keep yo' hands high
You don't wanna die, keep yo' hands high
Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive
So you know, it's Tray and B-I, G, schemin' on your cream
Why try, keep yo' hands high
(High high, high high, high high, high high
High high, high high, high high)
[Verse 2: Tracey Lee & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Ayo, it's showtime, so I'ma blow nines, into your spine
'Til what's yours is mines, you know what this is
Bag the Benjamins with all your riches
How quickly, the milli turns Willies to bitches, controllin' your fate
A hole in your plate, fuck the show dates, I want the whole state
The squad's harassing all of y'all niggas who flashing
We doin' this the Tray Lee way, delay, then nigga we spray
No ignoring us, me and Notorious (Uhh, uhh)
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker, please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's and ya don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From Branson, now we lamping, twelve room mansion
Bitches get naked off Get Money, Player's Anthem
Don't forget, One More Chance and my other hits
Other shit, niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally
In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest where his back should be
Talking blasphemy, blasting me, your family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizza, far from soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
Slash gorilla, slash illest turned iller
So nigga keep your hands high, run all your so-called possessions
Links with baguettes in, keys to your Lex
For us to make your shorties dressed in, a full jack maneuver
Don't nobody move, just the moolah
It's RNF and Junior, M.A.F. running through ya like Kahlua
If rum sung then you fly, niggas with the .45
But True Lies, you brought out the real nigga in me
Now I'ma cock the semi, watch you strip like Demi
[Chorus: Tracey Lee]
If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high
Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive
So you know it's Tray and B-I G, scheming on your cream
Why try, keep your hands high
You don't wanna die, keep your hands high
Ain't no right or wrong in this game called survive
So you know it's Tray and B-I, G, scheming on your cream
Why try, keep your hands high
High high, high high, high high, high high
High high, high high, high high
If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high....
If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high....
If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high...
If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high...
If you don't wanna die, keep your hands high...
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