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    "Unbelievable" Lyrics

    DJ Skribble feat. The Notorious B.I.G.

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    Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
    Representing BK to the fullest
    Gats I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking
    Chickenheads be clucking in my bathroom fucking
    It ain't nothing, they know Big be handling
    With the mac in the Ac' door paneling
    Damagin MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
    Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
    Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
    And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
    Get smoked like dutches from the master
    Hate to blast you, but I have to, you see I smoke a lot
    Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fucking polka dots
    Who rock the spot? Biggie
    You know how the weed go, unbelievable

    B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G
    Get it? Biggie
    Also known as the bon appetit
    Rappers can't sleep need sleeping Big keep creeping
    Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need treating
    Dumb rappers need teaching
    Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that
    Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh come come now
    Why y'all so dumb now - hunt me or be hunted
    I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
    To simmer saute, I'm the winner all day
    Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
    My forte causes Caucasians to say
    He sounds demented, car weed scented
    If I said it, I meant it
    Bite my tongue for no-one
    Call me evil, or unbelievable

    Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes
    Leave no witnesses, what you think this is?
    Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
    MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
    Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
    One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
    It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
    Trying to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
    The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
    Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
    And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
    Niggas know the steelo, unbelievable
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Robert S. Kelly, Christopher Wallace, Chris E. Martin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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