I Really Want to Show You

<br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Wooo! There`s gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker<br>Y`all better be swift with that punch button Jack<br>Biggie.. Biggie..<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>I know how it feel to wake up fucked up<br>Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell<br>People look at you like youse the user<br>Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser<br>But they don`t know about your stress-filled day<br>Baby on the way mad bills to pay<br>That`s why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce<br>and wish, you wasn`t livin so devilish, ssshit<br>I remember I was just like you<br>Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62`s<br>Cause G-E-D, wasn`t B-I-G<br>I had to get P-A-D, that`s why my moms hate me<br>She was forced to kick me out, no doubt<br>Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South<br>Packed up my tools for my raw power move<br>Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves<br>for chumps tryin to stop my flow<br>And what they don`t know will show on the autopsy<br>Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick<br>Asked for some consignment, he wasn`t tryin to hear it<br>Smoking mad Newports cause I`m due in court<br>for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York<br>Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man<br>You better have your gat in hand, cause man<br><br>Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo<br><br>Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you<br>How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you<br>How I`m clockin G`s .. I really wanna show you<br>Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>I had the master plan<br>I`m in the caravan on my way to Maryland<br>with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects<br>They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs<br>And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who`s next?"<br>I got my honey on the Amtrak<br>with the crack in the crack of her ass<br>Two pounds of hash in the stash<br>I wait for hon to make some quick cash<br>I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed<br>At last, I`m literally loungin black<br>Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks<br>Had to re-up; see what`s up with my peeps<br>Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps<br>See who got smoked, what rumors was spread<br>Last I heard I was dead with six to the head<br>Then I got the phone call, it couldn`t hit me harder<br>We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter<br>Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of<br>by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners<br>And my bitch swear to God she won`t snitch<br>I told her when she hit the bricks I`ll make the hooker rich<br>Conspiracy, she`ll be home in three<br>Until then I looks out for the whole family<br>A true G, that`s me, blowing like a bubble;<br>in the everyday struggle<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>I`m seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani<br>ain`t tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti<br><br>[Nas]<br>Guns and diamonds<br>Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain`t shinin<br>Take ki`s til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment<br>This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams<br>They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man<br>Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man<br>Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again<br>He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar<br>Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car<br>Cooks it up til it`s bright white, cut it tight right<br>Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night<br>Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers<br>High technology dealers, to the users and losers<br>Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV`s<br>Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB<br>My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer<br>City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls<br>Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers<br>My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars<br>Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut<br>Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut<br>Seats on the Bent` stay nasty, push the dash <br>for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force<br>Cause I know they comin but I`m reachin my goal<br>Fuck bummin, I`m makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin<br>Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms<br>Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby<br><br>Chorus (repeat to fade)