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Notorious B.i.g.

Genres: Hip-Hop

You'll See Lyrics - Notorious B.i.g.

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

 

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

Don't stop, I'm not finished yet 

 

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop? 

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits? 

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance? 

Do you ever ask yourself 

When those bad boy are gonna stop making all this money? 

 

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I lick shots at intruders 

Take the coke money and invest in computers 

Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel 

Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero 

 

But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser 

Light another sack for the three time losers 

Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger 

Ladies and gentleman 

 

Bullets will leave you tremblin' 

Shooken up 

I got my Cuban mommy cooking up 

We got it all from Heron to Fishscale 

 

New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail 

My style is flashy like a fiver strobes 

Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes 

Time to flip the script, bust the whip 

 

Photos 

 

Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped 

To the feds, catch me if you can 

I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan 

Get there and bury the bricks in the sand 

 

They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand 

So I can hit the boat and take a shower 

Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower 

Stack blocks by the keys, L to the O to the X you'll see 

 

Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do 

What you gonna do when they come for you 

(Gun cocking) 

You'll see, you'll see 

(Gun cocking) 

 

Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do 

What you gonna do when they come for you 

(Gun cocking) 

You'll see, you'll see 

(Gun cocking) 

 

See, it's 1996 man 

And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95 

We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that 

Flaavvaa 

 

Yeah aight then, you better act like you know 

L to the O, X amount the flows 

Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf. 

Dot on your head, take all your strength 

 

Yeah, I'm in it for the green 

I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens 

My tape in your duel cassette running me 

Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me 

 

Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me 

'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B 

When you want it? Now or later? 

I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators 

 

With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks 

Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick 

Up north where they bust your man 

In the custom van, interrupt your plans 

 

Now it's back to grams, damn, ain't that somethin' 

All that for frontin', what you gonna do? Nothin' 

So let's keep things rationalized 

Everything I write better nationalize 

 

I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies 

Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny 

I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura 

Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her 

 

It's all about quick whips and fast knicks 

Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips 

My style tight like Gotti when I touch you 

Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle 

 

Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch 

Cop one for my man, so ill shits match 

Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back 

And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks 

Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all 

Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all 

 

Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do 

What you gonna do when they come for you 

(Gun cocking) 

You'll see, you'll see 

(Gun cocking) 

 

Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do 

What you gonna do when they come for you 

(Gun cocking) 

You'll see, you'll see 

(Gun cocking) 

 

Yo, hard as it is to make a buck, I ain't tryin' to get stuck 

So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck 

It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes 

Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes 

 

So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer 

Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor 

Fatigued out in my house or office 

Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this 

(Uh-hun) 

 

My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes 

Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups 

Now what you gon' do? 

When they come for you 

 

The same thing you been doing 

Eye screwing 

And bubble gum chewing 

(Whoh) 

While me and my mans are pursuin' 

 

Who you think the ladies are enhancin' 

Rocking Vansons, I'm dancing in the mansion 

So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches 

And you'll see how we lock this 

 

Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do 

What you gonna do when they come for you 

(Gun cocking) 

You'll see, you'll see 

(Gun cocking) 

 

Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do 

What you gonna do when they come for you 

(Gun cocking) 

You'll see, you'll see 

(Gun cocking) 

 

Click, click, uh, uh, uh 

Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it 

Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit 

'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the Willy 

 

Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies 

Stories like a motherfucker 

(That's right) 

Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her 

She know I treats my bitches like Ivana 

 

Dolce and Gabana 

Dippin' 

Big poppa never slippin' 

H-class diamonds shinin' 

 

Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin' 

Smoking cigars in Bogota 

With Colombian niggaz named Panama 

And Englique and shit 

 

Games we play life endin' 

Bitches bending over with ease 

For a pair of Moschino jeans 

And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped 

 

Singles on top 

Benjamins 

Under the rest of 'em 

Advancin' 

 

From duplex to mansion 

Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas 

VCR's in my V's 

Game elevates, money I make 

 

Get's your stocks and real estates, bitch 

Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands 

Discussing plans with my mans 

Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system 

 

That leaves your rear views tremblin' 

What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude 

Drop to your knees and show gratitude 

Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent 

Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it 

 

You'll see, you'll see 

(Don't stop) 

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