[Intro: R.I.P.!!!! B.I.G.!!!!!! GO!!!!!
Notorious B.I.G. Sample (MIMS)] For the n butta I leave niggas in the gutta (YEAH!!!) Huh, for the n butta I leave niggas in the gutta (MIMS!!!) Huh, for the n butta I leave niggas in the gutta (Y'all know it was me right?!) Huh, for the bread n butta I leave niggas in the (Let me say my name MIMS!!!) For the bread n butta, for the bread n butta (One time) For the bread n, for the n butta, for the bread n butta (MIMS!!!) For the bread n, for the n butta, for the bread n butta (Y'all 'gon that shit man!) For the bread n, for the n butta, for the bread n butta (Alright let's get the verse)
[Verse 1: Look, I said for bread n butta I leave niggas in the gutta Fuck me, die slow, like a chick with no rubber All white no albino with them birds be heads sittin on the back of Kobe's jersey New York, Jersey, hits a derby Black Peas niggas know I got them Fergie's That's why the fiends they me I don't gotta all word of mouth they refer me Try to out serve me you gotta get up For that n butta I leave niggas where the worms be super straight like a perm be Concrete, jungle fuck with me you a army shit go, pop pop, how you 'gon harm me! My shit go rat like a tommy I came at niggas calmly, now I'm on some shit Try to touch my get you lit like a cigarette You couldn't get rid of me I'm sort of like the World wide hustler, than the winter gets I am what a is, way past ballin Don't gotta touch the rock I eat like Jordan like oh shit, who is this recordin M-I-M-S is what you callin (MIMS!!!) House so high, on the hill, this a the snow falls I bet you come run to (?)
[Chorus: B.I.G. Sample (MIMS)] Huh, for the bread n butta I leave in the gutta Huh, for the bread n butta I niggas in the gutta Huh, for the bread n butta I leave in the gutta Huh, for the n butta I leave niggas in the gutta For the bread n butta, for the bread n For the bread n, for the bread n butta, for the bread n (UH!) For the n, for the bread n butta, for the bread n butta (UH!) For the bread n, for the n butta, for the bread n (UH!)
2: MIMS] Look, I said for that bread n I leave niggas in the gutta it up, in the winter, throw it out, by the summer Bank account, seven digits a telephone number BAH! BAH! Beat it up, you think I was a drummer I'm a of the bass with the treble cause trouble Niggas say they it rain, I don't even see a puddle Not a drop, you dry in the Kalahari desert All crack, you refer to, man you talkin 'bout the crevice of yo' ASS Where the cash at? Dow Jones, Pull up at the light, like, "I didn't know he haaaad that" Astounding, at how I'm spittin I got more, n butta than the motherfuckin kitchen I can it, I can serve it, I can flip it, I can turn it You could never it out, like a muh'fuckin hermit I put one, show's earning up ya whole life it all, make it back, and that's just in one night You got one money, maybe somethin for a whip I got big chips, take a shit on my ships (that's right) Take a look at I did, you ain't gotta say I'm rich But when you 'bout the next, you niggas gotta say I'm IT!! IT!!! - I killed it More, bread n butta a muh'fuckin pilgrim Sorry hip-hop, I ain't to hurt ya feelings Without, sayin nothin, me make another million! (Let's go!)
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