Biggie Tribute lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf*ckin' Exquire]
Tiger blood running through my veins
Sake dripping on my SB's
They can see dungarees with a crease
Money machine jammin'
Posin' for FBI cameras
White b*tches who act black because they got big asses
Shrimp like Samson, rollin' like the tide
2g ladies poppin' got my pupils wide
"Yo Ex I heard these n*ggas want the drama"
"Well if so I'll call them body-snatchers
Have 'em sittin' by the ?" No problem
Some Lemon-Heads a pack of Hot Tamales
Fully automatic weapons merciless as Gaddafi
I cannot ?, in his palace eatin' chicken and broccoli
Stomach sloppy but somehow these b*tches still jock me
Don't f*ck with NYC (Nah), I can't fit 'em
b*tches flirtin' on Twitter best believe a n*gga hit 'em
A livin' type of uppercut
I'm broke but I live it up
n*ggas don't like me so what
Who gives a f*ck

[Hook: Dallas the Kid]
What's this, n*ggas fake livin' like a flick
What b*tch, hush 'em out then suck on this di*k
No sh*t, I tolerate when I see you
Bend over b*tch we gon' gank ? too