The Notorious B.I.G. - Long Kiss Goodnight Lyrics

I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease
Nigga please
Blood floods your dungarees
And that's just a half of my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
Than the average playa hater, and spectators
Buy my CD twice
They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice
But that's on the low doe'
Be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show
I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change niggas
Snort-cane niggas
Extortion came quicker
Bought the Range' nigga
Ya still tickle me
I used ta be as strong as ripple be, 'till Little Cease cripple me
Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be
The games sour like like a pickle be
Ya'll know da rules
Move from BK ta New Jerus
Thinkin' bout, all the planes we flew
Bitches, we ran through
Now da years new
I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Muthafuckas mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious
Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed ya
I ain't mad at'chya (We ain't mad at'chya)
Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing
Catch cases, come out frontin'
Smokin' something
Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin'
I laced it wit the basic
6 TV's, a system, knockin' Mase shit, face it
We hard ta hit
Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up
Wipe the pee up
Lick shots, woke his seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
Long kiss

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight

Uh, I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at, these fuckin'
Maniacs put my name in raps, what part the
Game is that? Like they hustle backwards
I smoke backwoods, and Duchies
You can't touch me
Try to rush me
Slugs go, touchy-touchy
Ya bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me
Or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky
Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me
Rest where the worms and the weak be
My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
Wit the holy ghost
I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey
Slip-n-tryin' ta break me
Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue
My team in the marine-blue, six-coupe
Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out
The block for distances, givin' long kisses bitch

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight

Frank White the menacing, Chron Chron's the medicine
I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin
Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer
Then, drugs and MAC-10s
Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you
Be broke, girls won't date you
That's why I relate to, choke yo' ass out 'til your face blue
Make you, open the safe too
No matter how you call it (How you call it)
This brolic, alcoholic
Like his weed green'd out, like his brick solid
Distribute to, kids who, take heart like Valentine
Drink Ballantine, all the time
Slugs hit your chest tap you spine, flatline
Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo' times
Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though
Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight