Hypnotize

Hah, sicker than your average Poppa
twist, carriage off instinct
niggas dont think, shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
dead right, if they head right
Biggie there, air-nike
Poppa beeen smoove since days of the underrules
never lose, never choose to, bruise who crew
do something to us, talk goes thru us
girls want, 2 us, wanna do us
screw us, who us?  Yeah, Poppa and Puff
close like Starsky and Hutch
stick the clutch, yeah I squeeze thee
at your cherry M-3, bang every Mc easily 
easily, recently niggaz frontin aint sayin nuttin
so i just speak my piece, keep my peace
Cubans wit the Jesus piece, wit my peeps
packin, askin who want it
you got it, nigga flaunt it
that Brooklyn bullshit...we on it

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Biggie Biggie Biggie, cant you see
sometimes your words just Hypnotize me
and I just love your flashy ways
guess thats why they broke and your so paid

Verse 2
I put hoes in N-Y onto D-K-N-Y
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace
all Phillie hoes, don't wit no skee-no
every cutie wit a booty, bought up that coochie
but who's the real dukie
meanin', now who's really the shit
shit ride thru, Frank White push the stick
on the Lexus LX, four and a half
bulletproof glass tints if I want some more ass
gon blast..squeeze first, ask questions last
thats how most of those so called gangsters pass
at last, niggas rappin about blunts and broads
tits and bras, menage et trois
sex in expensive cars, still leave you on tha pavement
condo paid for, no car payment
at my arrainment, note for the plaintiff
your daughters tied up in a Brooklyn basement
face it, not guilty, thats how I stay filthy
richer than Richie
so bitches come and get me

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Verse 3
I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit
escargot, my cargo 
160, swiftly record buy a new one
your crew run run run
your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
so get wit this nigga, its easy
girlfriend heres a pen, call me round 10
come thru, have sex on rugs thats Persian
come up to your job, hit you while your workin
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
be that ass leakin, like rapper demos
then dem bitches take they clothes off slowly
hit em wit the force like Obe
dick black like crow-be
wacth me roam like romie
lucky they dont owe me
where the safe at
show me, Homie...

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