Oh my gosh
Usher/will.i.am Lyrics

Why niggaz want to clock me?
Why do people want to watch me?

Like that dance called the chachi
Like the chachi dance

Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky
Don't they know I destroy people like Rocky did in the movie

Part I part II part III niggaz can't fuck with me
People can't compete with me

My style's knock kneed plum crazy (what?)
My style is unique and crazy

Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck
Who is that crazy person causing chaos?

Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques
Stealing sound equipment from Jamaican DJs outside nightclubs

It's Klep the death specialist Stallone and Stone shit
This is Klep, a skilled criminal, like Stallone and Stone in the movie

Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
Representing for the 509th Bomb Wing who P.Diddy also represented

Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye
Ras is a villain who sets fire to a house like the late Left Eye did in 1994

Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)
Why try to copy me? Other rappers get destroyed like they're driving too fast and get a ticket

Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphors
People can't compete with my clever wordplay

Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards
Crushing rappers like they're in Singapore. Klep has been to more hospitals than Humphrey Shore

Than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers
Than Humphrey Shore has been to, stealing leather goods

On the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a
Regularly earning money from selling drugs, pushing a wheelchair and causing trouble

Trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Distracting a woman with a trick so her dangerous boyfriend won't find out and hurt him

Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
Stealing from the man's employees, now asking whose territory it is

It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers' Life interceptor, pussy collector
It's Klep's territory for stealing clothes, and he's also a womanizer

Got your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her
Sleeping with someone's girlfriend without trying too hard

Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular
Having sex with her so much that it becomes routine, and his rapping style is consistent

Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator
Junior M.A.F.I.A. enters like a senator would, with power

Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
People say "Oh my God!"

Throw gats to Guiliani
Dispensing guns to Mayor Giuliani

Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G
Flowing better than women's vaginas, testing him will lead to death

Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
Having been a troublemaker since my father gave birth to me

The tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit
His father's legacy lives on through him, and he raps the most evil lyrics

Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas
Shooting people with a gun, causing them to fall apart like a split banana

Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach
His rhymes are diverse and colorful like Tropicana's fruit juices

I strangle each,negro for they dough
Choking any black person who has money

Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin
People start to cooperate when facing jail time for two crimes, with one case still undecided

560 V-12 engine, women spinnin
Having a powerful engine in the car and attracting women

In 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha
Driving in Mazda RX-7s with women named Tammy and Natasha

The menage-a-trois around my waist
A threesome belt buckle around his waist

Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
Like rappers Ill and Al Skratch smoking a lot of marijuana in a car in the back of a public housing project

Windows cracked, so sit back relax
Cracked windows in the car, so he can relax

Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash
His friend Vec should crush the marijuana, while his firearm is in the hiding place

What you doin with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth
Asking what he's doing with himself, with the answer that becoming emotionally cold is the way to richness

Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt
Being unsure makes it hard to express oneself clearly

Money makes the world go round, robbin shit
Money is needed to sustain life. Robbing is a way to obtain it

Fuck a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs
Who needs a job? People want houses, drugs, and marijuana cigarettes

All-wheel automobiles, traction control
Driving all-wheel cars with traction control, for better handling on slippery roads

For clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game
Driving on clay roads with a lot of money, flirting with women

On the cel with bitches on hold, that's how we roll (uhh)
Talking on the phone with women on hold, that's how they live

Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh)
His rapping skills are very good so he goes to the bank often

Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes
Thinking about money a lot, having eyes that looks like open mouths of money

Reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs
His pupils look like dollar signs

The world is mine!
He believes he owns the world

Niggaz frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets
People showing off, getting shot with a shotgun

BIG is repellant, to all that "He say, she say"
Biggie is immune to gossip

We play, Russian roulette, fuck the threat
Playing a dangerous game of Russian roulette, ignoring the risk

Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer
Insulting someone's group as weak and yourself as inferior for signing with them

Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash
They are driving in Rolls-Royce Phantoms, with TVs in the dashboard

Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash
Having $3,000 hidden away, clearly indicating their love of money

No coke, then get some more
If there's no cocaine, they need to get more

Niggaz don't know bout my game, they don't know
People don't know about his criminal tactics

How complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses
His criminal scheme is sophisticated, including enticing women with Lexus GS 300 cars

And the sex is for summer sports
Having sex only for fun, not procreation or love

Passports for drug transports to remote resorts
Using passports to smuggle drugs to distant vacation destinations

Bitches with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin figure boots
Women wearing designer clothing and shoes that match their figures

Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes
Having a stylish haircut, wearing lingerie like a prostitute

My lyrics explicit
His lyrics are straightforward and blunt

Got bitches bringin they own condoms on the first visit
Women come prepared for sex on the first date

If Biggie bring big bowls of beef
If Biggie brings a lot of marijuana

Backin bitch niggaz down, burners bring bundles of belief
Threatening someone, using a firearm to increase one's confidence

Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated
Being both a petty thief and a boss in the drug industry, having many affiliates

Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it
He has made a lot more money, and people are angry about it

J.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. is relaxed and confined

BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen
Biggie as president would shoot guns at people without killing them

9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmares
Longing for a 9mm pistol, but having nightmares about a Mac 11 machine gun

Electric chairs, which MC's do you fear?
Having the power to execute people, which rappers is he scared of?

Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said
Self-explanatory, no more explanation needed

Niggaz disrespect just are dead...
People who disrespect him are killed