Da b side de Bad boys

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]

B Side, B side, check it

SoSoDef, Bad Boy, collaboration

The Notorious BIG's in the house

We got Da Brat in the house

And me, y'all know who I be

Check it

I got beats and beats

That ya love to rock to

Funk from my trunk is what I provide you

So slide through your hood with me in your deck

Cause yo, correct way to get your groove on, flossin

I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid

Now I be the one that you can't mess wit

They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again

Back with the Big and my new found friend


[Da Brat]

sliding in from the front, never way behind

you're tryin to figure how I came with this style of mine

remain, in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip

Brat and Biggie Smalls


[Notorious B.I.G.]

oh shit, on top of all that, I'm so-so

remarkable, flow, making competition know

ain't any MC coming close to the

Notorious B.I.G.

baby, baby


[Chorus]


[Notorious B.I.G.]

I never knew that you never had a clue of who was the king of the street

more deep than a range rover jeep, guns under the seat

and my man just came home from work

release, chrysalis in my lap, chronic in the air

(now Biggie pass what's lit like you just don't care)

yeah, you on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs

when I'm pissed, release the rolex from your wrist

baby, no human being, Korean or European

be seeing what we be seeing, now they be peeing

in they drawers, because Biggie Smalls will spark a weed

brat-tat-tat please speak


[Da Brat]

just close your eyes, cause you already see

(fool)

the Notorious B-R-A-T


[Notorious B.I.G.]

The raw combination destination, number one

tote a gun with no hestiation

live with the funkdified cutie pie

gat by the side, the Smalls by her side,

if you mess with her you gots to mess with me

and we'll be rapping at your eulogy, baby


[Chorus]


Brat-tat-tat-tat please speak


[Da Brat]

I got the funk in my pocket, keep it locked down

shorty you know who represents them platinuim sound

now Biggie, baby, I done heard that Juicy

didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B

you're pledging to wreck with a notorious hustler ready to die

jump in the benz, took me a little ride

round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef

and told the homey JD I was the one, buck the rest

we Funkdafied, kicking it live

Robin Leach teaching me how to really survive

rather it be, track or blunt, ain't no need to front

got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nucka

we come in mass, is clipping ass, my glass is full of moet

the rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, b to the r, ah, a-t

rolling off swoll on chrome 17


[Chorus]

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