One More Chance

Album: Ready To Die (1994)
Charted: 34 2
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  • All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick
    Like that mommy?
    Hi, Daddy, how you doing, this is Tyiest
    I was thinking about you last night
    Mmh, you actin' like you can't call me no more
    'Cause you busy and all of that
    But you trying to tell me it wasn't good?
    That shit is real fucked up what you did
    I hooked you up with my girl and shit
    You fucked her, every time you see her
    You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying?
    And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you
    "Why the fuck B.I.g. Don't want me?"
    Yo, Big this is Quita
    Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie in the mall
    And I know you ain't fucking her
    You fucked with me last night
    That's my best friend and we don't get down like that
    Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie
    I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour
    I don't know what's going on
    Motherfuckers trying to rob me, you be disappearing and shit
    I'm waiting in the cold, what the fuck is going on?
    When you get in, give me a fucking call alright?

    When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the Thrilla in Manila
    Honeys call me Bigga The Condom Filler
    Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
    Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit (uh)
    I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
    You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
    I get swift with the lyrical gift
    Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
    Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino (uh)
    I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
    So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
    I wear thirteens, know what I mean? (I fuck-)
    I fuck around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
    Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit (see shit)
    The next batter (batter), here to shatter your bladder
    It doesn't matter (uh)
    Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black
    Baby, I drop these
    Boricua mommies screamin', "¡Ay papi!" (I love-)
    I love it when they call me Big Poppa
    I only smoke blunts if they roll proper
    Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow
    Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a. 44
    For niggas gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me
    A big black motherfucker 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 dick all day with no trivia
    So gimme a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed
    I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til 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, give me one more chance (uh)
    I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Ooh, yeah)
    Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
    I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Ohh, chance)
    Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
    I got that good dick, girl, ya didn't know? (Please, Biggie)
    Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (ohh)

    Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
    Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing me
    She mad because what we had didn't last
    I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
    Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale
    The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins
    Another hone's in the crib? Please, send her in
    I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot
    Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking 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
    You never seen this stroke of genius
    So take off your Timb boots and your body suit
    I mean the spandex and hit my man next (yes)
    Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster
    Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
    I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
    And if I'm caressing 'em, I'm undressing 'em (mh)
    Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York?
    Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke or Tattoo
    I got you wrapped around my dick and when I nut I got to split
    Shit, backshots is my position, I got you wishing for an intermission
    Fuck the kissin'
    Lickin' down to your belly button, I ain't frontin'
    They don't call me big for nuttin' all of a sudden

    Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (Biggie)
    Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (one more chance)
    Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (you got me down on my knees)
    Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance (begging you please) Writer/s: Blues Brothers, Carl Thompson, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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