Lyrics Westcoast-bomb-bitches - Biggie
What
y'all
thought
y'all
wasn't
gon'
see
me?
I'm
the
Osirus
of
this
shit
Wu-Tang
is
here
forever,
motherfucker
It's
like
this
ninety-seven
Aight
my
niggaz
and
my
niggarettes
Let's
do
it
like
this
I'ma
rub
your
ass
in
the
moonshine
Let's
take
it
back
to
seventy-nine
I
bomb
atomically,
Socrates'
philosophies
And
hypothesis
can't
define
how
I
be
droppin
these
Mockeries,
lyrically
perform
armed
robbery
Flee
with
the
lottery,
possibly
they
spotted
me
Battle-scarred
shogun,
explosion
when
my
pen
hits
Tremendous,
ultra-violet
shine
blind
forensics
I
inspect
you,
through
the
future
see
millenium
Killa
B's
sold
fifty
gold
sixty
platinum
Shacklin
the
masses
with
drastic
rap
tactics
Graphic
displays
melt
the
steel
like
blacksmiths
Black
Wu
jackets
queen
B's
ease
the
guns
in
Rumble
with
patrolmen,
tear
gas
laced
the
function
Heads
by
the
score
take
flight
incite
a
war
Chicks
hit
the
floor,
diehard
fans
demand
more
Behold
the
bold
soldier,
control
the
globe
slowly
Proceeds
to
blow
swingin
swords
like
Shinobi
Stomp
grounds
and
pound
footprints
in
solid
rock
Wu
got
it
locked,
performin
live
on
your
hottest
block
As
the
world
turns,
I
spread
like
germs
Bless
the
globe
with
the
pestilence,
the
hard-headed
never
learn
It's
my
testament
to
those
burned
Play
my
position
in
the
game
of
life,
standin
firm
On
foreign
land,
jump
the
gun
out
the
fryin
pan,
into
the
fire
Transform
into
the
Ghostrider,
a
six-pack
And
(A
Streetcar
Named
Desire),
who
got
my
back?
In
the
line
of
fire
holdin
back,
what?
My
peoples
if
you
with
me
where
the
fuck
you
at?
Niggaz
is
strapped,
and
they
tryin
to
twist
my
beer
cap
It's
court
adjourned,
for
the
bad
seed
from
bad
sperm
Herb
got
my
wig
fried
like
a
bad
perm,
what
the
blood
Clot,
we
smoke
pot,
and
blow
spots
You
wanna
think
twice,
I
think
not
The
Iron
Lung
ain't
got
ta
tell
you
where
it's
coming
from
Guns
of
Navarone,
tearing
up
your
battle
zone
Rip
through
your
slums
I
twist
darts
from
the
heart,
tried
and
true
Loop
my
voice
on
the
LP,
martini
on
the
slang
rocks
Certified
chatterbox,
vocabulary
'Donna
talkin
Tell
your
story
walkin
Take
cover
kid,
what?
Run
for
your
brother,
kid
Run
for
your
team,
and
your
six
camp
rhyme
groupies
So
I
can
squeeze
with
the
advantage,
and
get
wasted
My
deadly
notes
reigns
supreme
Your
fort
is
basic
compared
to
mine
Domino
effect,
arts
and
crafts
Paragraphs
contain
cyanide
Take
a
free
ride
on
my
dart,
I
got
the
fashion
Catalogues
for
all
y'all
to
all
praise
to
the
Gods
The
saga
continues
Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang
Olympic
torch
flaming,
we
burn
so
sweet
The
thrill
of
victory,
the
agony,
defeat
We
crush
slow,
flamin
deluxe
slow
For,
judgment
day
cometh,
conquer,
it's
war
Allow
us
to
escape,
hell
glow
spinning
bomb
Pocket
full
of
shells
out
the
sky,
Golden
Arms
Tune
spit
the
shitty
Mortal
Kombat
sound
The
fateful
step
make,
the
blood
stain
the
ground
A
jungle
junkie,
vigilante
tantrum
A
death
kiss,
catwalk,
squeeze
another
anthem
Hold
it
for
ransom,
tranquilized
with
anesthetics
My
orchestra,
graceful,
music
ballerinas
My
music
Sicily,
rich
California
smell
An
axekiller
adventure,
paint
a
picture
well
I
sing
a
song
from
Sing-Sing,
sippin
on
ginseng
Righteous
wax
chaperone,
rotating
ring
king
Watch
for
the
wooden
soldiers,
C-Cypher-Punks
couldn't
hold
us
A
thousand
men
rushing
in,
not
one
nigga
was
sober
Perpendicular
to
the
square,
we
stand
bold
like
Flare
Escape
from
your
Dragon's
Lair,
in
particular
My
beats
travel
like
a
vortex,
through
your
spine
To
the
top
of
your
cerebrum
cortex
Make
you
feel
like
you
bust
a
nut
from
raw
sex
Enter
through
your
right
ventricle
clog
up
your
bloodstream
Now
terminal,
like
Grand
Central
Station
Program
fat
baselines,
on
Novation
Getting
drunk
like
a
fuck,
I'm
duckin
five-year
probation
War
of
the
masses,
the
outcome,
disastrous
Many
of
the
victim
family
save
they
ashes
A
million
names
on
walls
engraved
in
plaques
Those
who
went
back,
received
penalties
for
the
axe
Another
heart
is
torn
as
close
ones
mourn
Those
who
stray,
niggaz
get
slayed
on
the
song
The
track
renders
helpless
and
suffers
from
multiple
stab
wounds
And
leaks
sounds
that's
heard
Ninety-three
million
miles
away
from
came
one
To
represent
the
Nation,
this
is
a
gathering
Of
the
masses
that
come
to
pay
respects
to
the
Wu-Tang
Clan
As
we
engage
in
battle,
the
crowd
now
screams
in
rage
The
high
chief,
Jamel
Irief,
take
da
stage
Light
is
provided
through
sparks
of
energy
From
the
mind
that
travels
in
rhyme
form
Givin
sight
to
the
blind
The
dumb
are
mostly
intrigued
by
the
drum
Death
only
one
can
save
self
from
This
relentless
attack
of
the
track
spares
none
Yo!
Yo!
Yo,
fuck
that,
look
at
all
these
crab
niggaz
laid
back
Lampin
like
them
gray
and
black
Puma's
on
my
man's
rack
Codeine
was
forced
in
your
drink
You
had
a
Navy
Green
salamander
fiend,
bitches
never
heard
you
scream
You
two-faces,
scum
of
the
slum,
I
got
your
whole
body
numb
Blowin
like
Shalamar
in
eighty-one
Sound
convincin,
thousand
dollar
court
by
convention
Hands,
like
Sonny
Liston,
get
fly
permission
Hold
the
fuck
up,
I'll
unfasten
your
wig,
bad
luck
I
humiliate,
separate
the
English
from
the
Dutch
It's
me,
black
nobled
you
Ali
Came
in
threes
we
like
the
Genovese,
is
that
so?
Caesar
needs
the
greens,
it's
Earth
Ninety-three
million
miles
from
the
first
Rough
turbulence,
the
waveburst,
split
the
megahertz
Aiyyo
that's
amazing,
gun
in
your
mouth
talk,
verbal
foul
hawk
Connect
thoughts
to
make
my
manchild
walk
Swift
notarizer,
Wu-Tang,
all
up
in
the
high-riser
New
York
Yank'
visor
world
tranquilizer
Just
a
dosage,
delegate
my
Clan
with
explosives
While,
my
pen
blow
lines
ferocious
Mediterranean,
see
y'all,
the
number
one
draft
pick
Tear
down
the
beat
God,
then
delegate
the
God
to
see
God
The
swift
chancellor,
flex,
the
white-gold
tarantula
Track
truck
diesel,
play
the
weed
God,
substantiala
Max
mostly,
undivided,
then
slide
in,
sickenin
Guaranteed,
made
em
jump
like
Rod
Strickland
1 Fuck-It
2 Thats-What-U-Wanna-B
3 Flash-that-eastside
4 Westcoast-bomb-bitches
5 Menace-2-Society
6 Freestyle
7 Rest-in-paradise
8 Strictly-Gangsta-Shit
9 We-Some-Allstars
10 Gun-shots
11 Terroizing-the-Streets
12 Remix
13 That-Evilside
14 A-bitch-is-a-bitch
15 Ride-with-the-evilside
16 Eastside=Gangstas-Mothafucker
17 We-B-Rolling
18 Westcoast
19 Callabo
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