Oh My Lord lyrics

PLAY JUNIOR MAFIA Oh My Lord video featuring Notorious B.I.G.

[Kleptomaniac]
Why niggaz wanna clock me?
like that dance called the chachi
Don`t they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky
Part I part II part III niggaz can`t fuck with me
My style`s knock kneed plum crazy (what?)
Who`s that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck
Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques
It`s Klep the death specialist Stallone and Stone shit
Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye
Why try mimic? MC`s get broke like speed limits (uhh)
Niggaz can`t fuck with my metaphors
Canin MC`s like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards
than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers
on the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a
trick hoe, what the Dread won`t know won`t hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It`s Klep`s, the clothes wreckers`
Life interceptor, pussy collector
Got your bitch on my dick and I ain`t even stressin her
Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator

Hook: Niggas say `Oh my lord!`

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Throw gats to *Guiliani*
Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G
Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
the tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas
Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach
I strangle each -- negro for they dough
Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin
560 V-12 engine, women spinnin
in 9-2-9 Mazda`s, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois around my waist
like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac`s
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta`s in the stash

Hook: repeat 4X

[Kleptomaniac]
What you doin with yourself? Stone heart`s the way to wealth
Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt
Money makes the world go round, robbin shit
Fuck a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs
All-wheel automobiles, traction control
for clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game
on the cel with bitches on hold, that`s how we roll (uhh)
Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh)
Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes
reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs --

[Notorious B.I.G.]
-- the world is mine!
Niggaz frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets
BIG is repellant, to all that `He say, she say`
We play, Russian roulette, fuck the threat
Your whole crew`s vagina, you and your co-signer
Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV`s in the dash
Three G`s in the stash, see we love the cash
No coke, then get some more

Hook

[Kleptomaniac]
Niggaz don`t know bout my game, they don`t know
how complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses
and the sex is for summer sports
Passports for drug transports to remote resorts
Bitches with Donna Karan `Catwoman` suits, matchin figure boots
Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes
My lyrics explicit
Got bitches bringin they own condoms on the first visit

[Notorious B.I.G.]
If Biggie bring big bowls of beef
backin bitch niggaz down, burners bring bundles of belief
Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated
Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it
J.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh)
BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen
9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmares
Electric chairs, which MC`s do you fear?
Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said
Niggaz disrespect just are dead

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