(feat. Bobby Valentino, Faith Evans, Ludacris)

[Notorious B.I.G + (Faith Evans)]
To my motherfuckin´ man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
Emcee prover, 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 nigga, but I ain´t ya fuckin´ comforter
And If I ever fall in love, I better fuck 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?)
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I´m Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Mess with the niggaz on that real blood spill shit
My rappin´ tactics, are drastic
Stretchin´ motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin´ 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 bullshit
But I won´t miss, I´m Luda, the heat holder
I´m rich, bitch! 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 fuckin´ 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 nigga 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
Nigga 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 fuckin´ 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 nigga, I bang on a nigga
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; I´m livin´ the life!

[Chorus + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing)]

[Chorus - w/o ab-libs]