CRAIG MACK/THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G. – FLAVA IN YA EAR REMIX

Lyrics

Intro: Puff Daddy
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers -- 2X
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
BIG - Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Verse One:
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggaz know, the lyrical molestin is takin place
Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
Interlude:
As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Verse Two:
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and...
(Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers)
C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be like that Big]
open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
don't fuck with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
(to give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
Outro: Puff Daddy
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(Who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
East coast motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
West coast motherfuckers...
West coast motherfuckers... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get money motherfuckers
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...

Paroles (Traduction)

Intro : Puff Daddy
Alors que nous continuons
à vous donner ce dont vous avez besoin
Enculés de 9 à 5
Allez les gars, mettez-vous en route -- 2X
Alors que nous continuons
à vous donner ce dont vous avez besoin
Enculés de la côte Est
Enculés de Bad Boy
BIG - Maintenant montez les micros
Montez ce micro, ouais ce beat est percutant
sur ce microphone
Montez ce truc à fond
Hein, quoi ?
Montez le son
Ouais, hein
Alors que nous continuons, pour vous
donner ce dont vous avez besoin
Enculés de J.M.
Enculés de J.M.
Enculés de 9 à 5
Premier couplet :
Qui t'a tiré dessus ?
Sépare les faibles des obsolètes
Dur de se faufiler dans les rues de Brooklyn
C'est parti mec, foutons en l'air tout ce bavardage
J'entends la sueur couler sur ta joue
Ton battement de cœur résonne comme les pas d'un Sasquatch
Tonnerre, secouant le béton
Termine-le, arrête quand je déjoue le complot
Les voisins appellent la police, disent qu'ils ont entendu des coups de feu fous
Ils m'ont vu dans la voiture décapotable, trois dans le coin
Massacre, du ruban adhésif électrique autour de ta fille
Ancienne école, nouvelle école, il faut apprendre pourtant
Je brûle bébé, brûle comme un Disco Inferno
Brûle lentement comme des joints avec de l'ya-yo
J'épluche plus de peaux qu'une pomme de terre de l'Idaho
Les mecs savent, le viol lyrique est en train de se produire
Foutre avec B.I.G. n'est pas sûr
Je te fais irriter la peau, des éruptions sur les masses
Bosse et bleus, joints et Landcruisers
Big Poppa écrase les fous, les tabasse
Les mecs sont fous

Thématique La rue

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Hit, Remix

Entités normées Busta Rhymes, Craig Mack, LL Cool J, Puff Daddy, The Notorious B.I.G.