Soulchef ft. Notorious B.i.g - Relax and Take Notes | Slowed - Bass Boosted | HD Sound

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    Lyrics`
    Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
    Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
    Throw you in a choke-gunsmoke, gunsmoke
    Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
    The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers!
    "Hail Mary, full of grace..." Smack the bitch in the face
    Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
    Jab her if she act funny with the money
    Oh, you got me mistaken, honey
    I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
    The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors
    Who's the one you call Mr. Macho?
    The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho
    I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics
    "Make up to break up," niggas need to wake up
    Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
    Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
    She don't remember shit, just the two hits
    Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit
    Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick
    And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick
    I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
    I was Humpin' Around and Jumpin' Around
    Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G,"
    Then I bust in her E-Y-E
    [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
    Yo Big, you're dead wrong
    The weak or the strong
    Who got it going on?
    You're dead wrong
    Yo Big, you're dead wrong
    The weak or the strong
    Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
    You're dead wrong
    The weak or the strong
    Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
    You're dead wrong
    Yo Big, you're dead wrong
    The weak or the strong
    Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?)
    You're dead wrong
    [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
    When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard
    Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
    Move over, Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh
    Leave you toothless, you'll kibitz, I'll flip it
    Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G's
    Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
    I'm shooting babies; no ifs, ands or maybes
    Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
    Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the dick
    I stabbed her brother with the ice pick
    Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
    But Smalls don't get down like that
    Found your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom
    Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
    Who you think you're dealing with?
    Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it
    Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
    Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me
    I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
    The black demon got the little hookers screaming (Woo!)
    Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
    With no hair in between, know what I mean?
    [Verse 3: Eminem]
    There's several different levels to Devil worshiping
    Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
    Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
    But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit
    I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
    And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh
    I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket
    And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him
    He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
    I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
    My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
    I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
    Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor
    With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
    Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
    Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
    I'm dead wrong!

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