Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Biggie Tribute lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf**in' Exquire] Tiger blood running through my veins Sake dripping on my SB's They can see dungarees with a crease Money machine jammin' Posin' for FBI cameras White b**hes who act black because they got big a**es Shrimp like Samson, rollin' like the tide 2g ladies poppin' got my pupils wide "Yo Ex I heard these n***as want the drama" "Well if so I'll call them body-snatchers Have 'em sittin' by the ?" No problem Some Lemon-Heads a pack of Hot Tamales Fully automatic weapons merciless as Gaddafi I cannot ?, in his palace eatin' chicken and broccoli Stomach sloppy but somehow these b**hes still jock me Don't f** with NYC (Nah), I can't fit 'em b**hes flirtin' on Twitter best believe a n***a hit 'em A livin' type of uppercut I'm broke but I live it up n***as don't like me so what Who gives a f** [Hook: Dallas the Kid] What's this, n***as fake livin' like a flick What b**h, hush 'em out then s** on this dick No sh**, I tolerate when I see you Bend over b**h we gon' gank ? too [Outro: Mr. Muthaf**in' Exquire] Ayo rest in peace to Frank White It's Mr. Muthaf**in' Exquire We kept it real light on this one Brooklyn raise the f** up We livin' this, it's real n***a sh**