[Notorious B.I.G] + (Faith Evans)
To my motherfucking man, fifty grand, the alcoholic man
Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)
I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl butt cheeks, I'm smacking (huh?)
The raw rapper, spot smacker
With the little hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fucking comforter
And if I ever fall in love, I bet I'm fucking her
Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her
She try to front, then I put the Chuckii Booker on her
(Why you wanna...play games on me?)
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Mess with the niggers on that real blood spill shit
My rapping tactics, are drastic
Stretching motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be
Filled with energy, niggers never getting me
[Hook: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis]
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
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 motherfucking man, I done learned from the
Best of 'em; Took the first slot, niggers still second guessing 'em
Whores, I'm undressing 'em, foes, I'm not stressing 'em
Outlasting a bunch of 'em, outflowed the rest of 'em
'Cause everyday, I stay preaching on the pulpit
So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit
But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder
I'm rich, bitch! I've done more shows than Oprah
And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever
Roll with a bunch of niggers that don't know no better
King like Coretta, counting more cheddar
Just hired two dykes to be my whore getters
When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one fucking with me
They running back, you think I had TJ Duckett with me
That's 'cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
Ménage à trois, it's safe to say I'm having hard times
[Hook]
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
[Snoop Dogg]
To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whoop on the block
Got the heaters cocked, 'cause I know the suckers on the block
Hennessey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy
Nigga stop snitching, nephew, why you telling me?
They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?)
Used to be a G, but now he just a whore
Running 'round pointing fingers, telling names
You fucking up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a dirty shame
I ain't flipping out, that's probably why I'm dipping out
Y'all fools tripping out, that why I'm on a different route
Now, making money, having clout, what's what it's all about
Twenty seven cars and a twelve 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 nigga, I bang on a nigga
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thing, young nigga; I'm living the life!
[Hook]
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I'm high off living the life