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Aftermath Entertainment - Modern Day Gangsters Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah, '96, for my Nostrand Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (Hardcore for '96, baby)
Dangerous MC's
Ugh (Check it out), ugh

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G]
Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest (Ugh)
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch-Ness
Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? (Ugh)
And the winner is – (Uh-huh) not that thinner kid
Bandanas, tattoos, my fist never bruise (What)
Land still Cruise', Frank White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say "Poppa – very"
Look forward to me like commissary (Ugh)
All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie
Done did it, come with it, get your head splitted
Or get your neck slitted – admit it, you overdid it
Your shit, it–just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine, like "ta-daow!"
Biggie Smalls the illest—and how
Phrase raise your eyebrow (Uh)
By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions, lead lead to dumpin'
I.V. to pumpin' – you're feeling something
Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth, lift–
At least six inches, above project fences
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches
Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless
Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw
Yes, I rocked your chatterbox
Dangerous, you're not, I gets down
Twist your body "'round and 'round," upside down
[Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode, Flipmode, B.I.G. forever now (C'mon!)

[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Is the love really there? (Is it?)
Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear
Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in there (Come on)
Is the love really here? (Is it?)
Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear
Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Uh, smoke a little then we cut coke a little
And we skim a little off of the top
Taking you back, when niggas use to snort coke
And toast to the hood, and cry "broke,"
But be the richest folk to float through the hood (Ha)
Niggas doin' real good, it was evident
And the testament–
Was: coke flow was good when Ronald Reagan was president
The "Say No To Drugs" slogan growin' greatly irrelevant (Ha)
Niggas gettin' caught with bricks, but still reaching a settlement
Niggas a get a 1-to-3 and come home in 12 months
Run up and take a nigga's shit, an' leave 'em with 12 lumps
I've never been so willin' to put the thoughts of mo' killin'
Into manufacturing a flow so bone chillin'
Icy with a pistol, nigga (Ah)
Shit glitter like ballroom chandelier crystal, nigga
Stack money as we live life simple (Ha)
In the corner of the club sippin' on a Harvey's Bristol, nigga (C'mon)
Modern day gangsta shit
And die slow as we give you niggas cancer shit (C'mon)
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Is the love really there? (Is it?)
Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear
Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in there (Come on)
Is the love really here? (Is it?)
Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear
Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here

[Verse 3: Labba]
What you know about a nigga murder? I got no chemical
Get caught in Miami water, that shit's Federal–
Time for that ass, I rather go to Little Haiti
Buy some bricks, and just stash it
Head back North, cross state lines to become the boss
Enforce the laws, [*reversed*: muh'fucka]
You want some motherfuckin' wholesale? Keep it steppin'
No discount, player – no fuckin' credit (Hahaha)
No shorts, I came to govern the laws (That's right!)
And ya paying the price, or ya–dying by the sword (That's me!)
You hear the Devil, he smokin' with them rebels (Woo!)
We kill for money and power (Rebels!)
Extortion in my own hood, and that shit's power (Yeah!)
A black man cry–we call 'em a coward (Dang!)
A black man with knowledge–we kill 'em tomorrow (Lord!)
Its sickenin' – that's how our people live
We disrespect our elders and curse our church members