Woo, it's John B. of W-B-I-G, New York
Listen, y'all, it's raining cats and dogs out there
They're in trouble now

They smile in your face
Reoccurring dreams
Gotta slow down, man, you tryna move too quick, dawg
Whatever man, yo, don't move without me
Aight

Antoine, where the fuck you think you going? (Let me tell you bout this girl)
It's pouring down fucking raining outside
Fuck up, you nosy bitch
Yeah, alright, let me find out you doing some shit you ain't supposed to (ah, there you go)
You always doin' something you ain't supposed to (stay yappin', mind your business)
Yeah, okay, it's goin' down

Ayo, check this shit out, son, man
Them Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Be violating dudes (word, son?)
Can't hustle around here gettin' no money, yo that's my word
When we see them, yo, when I see that nigga Big
The Snakes, Lil' Kim, yo, I'm murderin' them motherfuckers, son
It's frontin' son, we gonna get all them fake ass thugs
We gonna put slugs in 'em, all of 'em
And when I catch that little bitch, Kim
I'm putting my Gat right in her musty pussy
Ayo, didn't I tell y'all niggas don't come on my block no more, man?

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Writer(s): Cameron Giles, Damon Emerson Miller, Lance (understanding) Rivera