One More Chance lyrics

Sound of phone hanging up
*Biggie`s daughter:
All you hoes, callin` here for my daddy get off his d*ck.
Like that Mommy?

(Answering machine beep in between each message and the beat to `One
More Chance in the background.)

Message 1:
Hi daddy, how you doin`, this is Tyiest, I was thinkin` about you last
night, mmm, you actin` like you can`t call me no more cause you busy and
all that, but you tryina tell me it wasn`t good?

Message 2:
That sh*t is real f*cked up what you did, I hooked you up wit my girl
and sh*t you f*cked her 8 times you see her you don`t say SH*T to her
you know what I`m sayin? And all that b*tch do is call me all day
talkin` bout you: `Why the f*ck do he don`t want me?`

Message 3:
Yo Big this is Quita, Kenya told me she saw you and Shana in the mall
and I know you ain`t f*ckin` her. You f*cked with me last night that`s my
best friend and we don`t get down like that.

Message 4:
Yeah muthaf*cka this is Stephanie, I was waitin` outside for your a$$
for like a f*ckin` hour, I don`t know what`s goin on, muthaf*ckas tryina
raw me, you be dissapearin` and sh*t I`m waitin` in the cold, what the
f*ck is goin` on, when you get in give me a f*ckin` call, alright?

When it comes to sex, I`m similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it`s stiff tongue or stiff d*ck
Biggie squeeze it to make sh*t fit, now check this sh*t
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the d*ck, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I`m not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the d*ck size in these Karl Kani jeans
I`m in thirteens, know what I mean
I f*ck around and hit you with the Hennessey d*ck
Mess around and go blind, don`t get to see sh*t
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn`t matter
Skinny or fat or white-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin `Aiy papi!`
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they roll propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
F*ck tae kwon do, I tote da fo`-fo`
For niggaz gettin mad cause they b*tch chose me
A big black motherf*cker with g ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique d*ck all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I`m guaranteed to f*ck her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man`s a certified mack
You`ll get that H-town in ya, you`ll want that old thing back

Oh Biggie gimme one more chance
I got that good d*ck girl, ya didn`t know
(Repeat)

Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She mad because what we had didn`t last
I`m glad because her cousin let me hit the a$$
F*ck the past let`s dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon`s in the crib, please send her in
I f*ck nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot
But lickin clits had to stop
Cause y`all don`t know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pu$$y crusher, black nasty motherf*cker
I don`t chase em, I replace em
and if I`m caressin em, I`m undressin em
F*ck whatcha heard who`s the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Rourke?
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my d*ck
And when I`m done I got to split sh*t
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
F*ck the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain`t frontin
They don`t call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden

Oh Biggie gimme one more chance
I got that good d*ck girl you didn`t know
(Repeat