Grab My Gun Lyrics - Notorious B.i.g.

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 

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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 

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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