Living The Life-The Notorious B.I.G.

Living The Life - The Notorious B.I.G (Notorious B.I.G) + (Faith Evans) To my motherf**kin' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can Biggie Smalls, the p**sy stroker MC provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?) I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras But cheeks, I'm smackin' em' (huh?) The raw rapper, spot smacker Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker A shy ni**a, but I ain't ya f**kin' comforter And If I ever fall in love, I better f**k it up Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her She try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her (Why you wanna...play games on me?) B**ch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze No time for the ill sh*t Mess with the niggaz on that real blood spill sh*t My rappin' tactics, are drastic Stretchin' motherf**kers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be Filled with energy, niggaz never gettin' me (Chorus 2X: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis) + (Ludacris ab-libbing) Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life (Ludacris) It's clear to see that I'm the motherf**kin' man, I done learned from the Best of em; took the first slot, niggaz still second guessin' em Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em' Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em' Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit So tell them haters they could miss me with that b******t But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder I'm rich, b**ch! I've done more shows than Hova And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever Roll with a bunch of niggaz that don't know no better King like Coreddar, countin' mo' cheddar Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one f**kin' wit me They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times (Chorus) + (Ludacris ab-libbing) (Snoop Dogg) To my ni**a Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy Ni**a stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me? They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?) Used to be a G, but now he just a ho Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names You f**kin' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house Now they call me Snoopy Trump I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust Now hat's a stain on a ni**a, I bang on a ni**a Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young ni**a; I'm livin' the life! (Chorus) + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing) (Chorus) - w/o ab-libs