Modern Day Gangsters

Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, '96, for my Nostrand Ave niggas My Fulton Street niggas (Hardcore for '96, baby) Dangerous MC's Ugh (Check it out), ugh [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G] Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest (Ugh) Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? (Ugh) And the winner is – (Uh-huh) not that thinner kid Bandanas, tattoos, my fist never bruise (What) Land still Cruise', Frank White paid his dues Ask who's the raw, bet they say "Poppa – very" Look forward to me like commissary (Ugh) All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie Done did it, come with it, get your head splitted Or get your neck slitted – admit it, you overdid it Your shit, it–just ain't got that loud Gold tooth shine, like "ta-daow!" Biggie Smalls the illest—and how Phrase raise your eyebrow (Uh) By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead lead to dumpin' I.V. to pumpin' – you're feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth, lift– At least six inches, above project fences Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw Yes, I rocked your chatterbox Dangerous, you're not, I gets down Twist your body "'round and 'round," upside down [Busta Rhymes] Flipmode, Flipmode, B.I.G. forever now (C'mon!) [Chorus: Baby Sham] Is the love really there? (Is it?) Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know) Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in there (Come on) Is the love really here? (Is it?) Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know) Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Uh, smoke a little then we cut coke a little And we skim a little off of the top Taking you back, when niggas use to snort coke And toast to the hood, and cry "broke," But be the richest folk to float through the hood (Ha) Niggas doin' real good, it was evident And the testament– Was: coke flow was good when Ronald Reagan was president The "Say No To Drugs" slogan growin' greatly irrelevant (Ha) Niggas gettin' caught with bricks, but still reaching a settlement Niggas a get a 1-to-3 and come home in 12 months Run up and take a nigga's shit, an' leave 'em with 12 lumps I've never been so willin' to put the thoughts of mo' killin' Into manufacturing a flow so bone chillin' Icy with a pistol, nigga (Ah) Shit glitter like ballroom chandelier crystal, nigga Stack money as we live life simple (Ha) In the corner of the club sippin' on a Harvey's Bristol, nigga (C'mon) Modern day gangsta shit And die slow as we give you niggas cancer shit (C'mon) [Chorus: Baby Sham] Is the love really there? (Is it?) Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know) Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in there (Come on) Is the love really here? (Is it?) Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know) Throw your ice in the the air, we here And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here [Verse 3: Labba] What you know about a nigga murder? I got no chemical Get caught in Miami water, that shit's Federal– Time for that ass, I rather go to Little Haiti Buy some bricks, and just stash it Head back North, cross state lines to become the boss Enforce the laws, [*reversed*: muh'fucka] You want some motherfuckin' wholesale? Keep it steppin' No discount, player – no fuckin' credit (Hahaha) No shorts, I came to govern the laws (That's right!) And ya paying the price, or ya–dying by the sword (That's me!) You hear the Devil, he smokin' with them rebels (Woo!) We kill for money and power (Rebels!) Extortion in my own hood, and that shit's power (Yeah!) A black man cry–we call 'em a coward (Dang!) A black man with knowledge–we kill 'em tomorrow (Lord!) Its sickenin' – that's how our people live We disrespect our elders and curse our church members