Y’all Know Who Killed Him

Lyrics

[Intro: Black Rob, Rhea Dummett & The Notorious B.I.G.] Woah You seen that kid, man? That's my man, dawg You know It's crazy, you know what I'm saying Aight, you know, kid just layed him down like that, you know what I mean? (Ooh) Word, word in the streets, man (Killed him) Same cats, man, that got your other boy, (Killed him, killed him) Huh, shit, word I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers Got the deserts, uh [Verse 1: Black Rob] My name rings bigger than across the land I'm the man, advance me four hundred grand Man on top of all that, B I'm smooth as a silk Shit is milk, niggas know how Black is built (Man) The niggas want me up the streets, man, sworn affidavits Had me back before the court but finally I made it I guess I'm living proof that crime do pay Jewish lawyer on the side with the fakе toupee Yeah, daddy on call, six-hundred/hour Have mе back on the streets in no less than a hour B.R. the epitome of fucking black power Nigga, get it how you live, the pleasure's all ours I don't know about duke, man, but family is a thug It's a shame I had to let your man down like rug And no, all this black killing black shit is tired Admired, and like that, your time expired and you're gone [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Rhea Dummett & Black Rob] I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him) It's crazy 'cause I just seen this dude, man I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him, ooh) He was just right there with me, man [Verse 2: Black Rob] Here's Kay, AK the neighborhood gambler Second floor, next door, Wayne Alexander Got 'em on camera doing it up And if the niggas on parole, man, he screwing it up Aw, man, they taped him while he was walking Mic in his shirt collar, one they used often Now it's a question, one that's asked often Who hated his guts enough to put him in a coffin? Could've been Ike, he had beef from way back When he slapped his lil' niece in front of disco tech I can tell you, how wild is that? But before I do, you need a blunt and a vial of crack, you sit back [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Rhea Dummett & Black Rob] I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him) It's crazy 'cause his moms came with me I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers Got the deserts, uh (Killed him, killed him, ooh) Like, I knew something 'bout him [Verse 3: Black Rob] Now if I don't like Duke, unless we tumble Got the scope on his kids so he best be humble That's why a lot of clubs I ain't go inside yet My track record makes me a bona fide threat This is a chapter 23, rest in peace to Poodle When this shit jump off, he put that thing to your noodle I feel my competition is wonton soup Think it's cute? I make it where they can't regroup, shoot Shit's solid, don't get cute cousin In your life, all I'm doing is pressing the mute button It's serious biz when cats come to your crib And smack your kids and crack a couple of your ribs It's all in a night's work, light work No witnesses, ''Black, nice work'' Now he in the light hearse, I might disperse Fifty shots at his hearse if worst came to worst You could be the next coward, I came and hung Had him on the six-o'clock news, Connie Chung Next time a nigga watch your tongue Make the interview fun, out the barrel of a .22 gun, it's on [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Rhea Dummett &] I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers Got the deserts (Killed him, killed him) I know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the Lugers from the Rugers Got the deserts, uh (Killed him, killed him, ooh) [Outro: Black Rob] Wow, it's ugly out here Watch yourself, man You could be next Watch it Shoutout to everybody up North All my dudes doing it big Harlem everywhere across the word Word, psst, it's crazy, man