paroles de chanson No Biggie - Logic
[Intro:]
Yeah,
my
name
is
Riley,
son
But
you
know
what
niggas
call
me?
AKA,
Riley
Escobar,
know
what
I'm
saying?
Cause
I
be
in
the
streets
you
know?
I
got
all
kinds
of
names
like
HR
Paper
Stacks
Uh,
also
known
as
AKA
Horse
Choker,
uh
[Verse
1:
Logic]
Hey,
yo,
I'll
chop
you
up
in
sixteen
pieces
In
front
of
your
nieces,
while
I'm
eating
Reese's
And
won't
even
offer
them
any,
yes
I
spit
plenty
This
is
East
Coast
flow
at
its
finest
In
the
studio,
where
you
find
us,
put
a
bullet
where
your
spine
is
At
sixteen
I
was
skipping
school
and
smoking
chronic
While
you
was
learning
about
English,
Big
L
was
teaching
Ebonics
I
spit
fire
so
demonic,
writing
code
like
I'm
Masonite
A
Jedi
master
breaking
it
down
like
old
plaster
No
medication
for
this
track
cause
this
is
how
a
psycho
rips
My
bank
account
is
like
a
cino
bolt,
your
pocket's
microchips,
uh
Motherfucker,
I
dare
you
to
test
it,
hope
you're
well
rested
Whoop
your
ass
and
get
arrested,
in
a
double
breasted
Louis
Vuitton
diamond
encrested
tailor
made
suit
Now
that's
All
Sinatra
Everything
I
explode
like
hollow
tips
on
contact
Chronologically
murder
schmoe
there's
no
bringing
Joe
back
Puffing
cubans
and
sipping
Cognac
Mafietic
mentality,
introduce
me
to
this
beat
and
it's
fatality
I
kill
mics
like
Conrad
Murray
Sharp
like
Hanzo
steel,
the
rest
is
obtuse
I
get
loose
when
sipping
Goose
and
rhyme
like
Doc
Seuss
Flow
tight
like
noose,
whoop
ass
like
Bruce,
no
time
for
a
truce
Alphabetical
mathematic
addict
I
spit
sixteens
so
erratic
you
think
it
was
a
semi-automatic
I
know
by
now
you
thinking
"Oh
my
God,
he
let
them
have
it"
But
that
was
just
a
loan,
time
to
collect
like
I'm
Capone
Reep
what
I've
sewn,
in
other
words
that
is
the
throne
Chilling
while
homies
smoking
marijuan'
If
you
thinking
that
this
shit
is
wack
well
then
you're
dead
wrong
Cause
for
every
emotion
and
every
mood
I
have
a
song
For
the
club,
for
the
streets,
for
the
whip
and
for
the
sheets
Cause
this
is
where
intellect
and
versatility
meets
I'm
Young
Sinatra,
backstage
chilling
with
BobbySoxers
I
got
ya
[Outro:]
Yeah!
You
wanna
fuck
with
us?!
Fuck
with
us,
yeah!?
1 ThirstMail (Skit)
2 Tic Tac Toe
3 Relaxation
4 Disgusting
5 No Biggie
6 Used to Hate It
7 Dead Presidents III
8 Set the Tone
9 Inception
10 The Spotlight
11 Life of a Don
12 We Get High
13 Numbers
14 World Wide
15 I Made It
16 Dear God
17 All Sinatra Everything
18 Young Sinatra III
19 Aye Girl
20 Do Ya Like
21 What You Want
22 500 Days of Summer
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