The Notorious B.I.G – Long Kiss Goodnight

Download another mp3 audio song by The Notorious B.I.G a.k.a Biggie Smalls titled “Long Kiss Goodnight”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his which is titled “Life After Death” Which was released in March 25, 1997.

 

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I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese

When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease

Nigga please

Blood floods your dungarees

And that’s just a half of my warpath

Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater

Than the average playa hater, and spectators

Buy my CD twice

They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice

But that’s on the low doe’

Be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show

I pull out 4-4’s, and go up in they clothes

Short-change niggas

Snort-cane niggas

Extortion came quicker

Bought the Range’ nigga

Ya still tickle me

I used ta be as strong as ripple be, ’till Little Cease cripple me

Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be

The games sour like like a pickle be

Ya’ll know da rules

Move from BK ta New Jerus

Thinkin’ bout, all the planes we flew

Bitches, we ran through

Now da years new

I lay my game flat

I want my spot back, take two

Muthafuckas mad ’cause I blew, niggas envious

Too many niggas on my dick, shit’s strenuous

When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina

Slugs missed ya

I ain’t mad at’chya (We ain’t mad at’chya)

Blood rushing, concussions, ain’t nothing

Catch cases, come out frontin’

Smokin’ something

Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin’

I laced it wit the basic

6 TV’s, a system, knockin’ Mase shit, face it

We hard ta hit

Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up

Wipe the pee up

Lick shots, woke his seed up

Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up

Long kiss

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Uh, I’m flamin’ gats, aimin’ at, these fuckin’

Maniacs put my name in raps, what part the

Game is that? Like they hustle backwards

I smoke backwoods, and Duchies

You can’t touch me

Try to rush me

Slugs go, touchy-touchy

Ya bleedin’ lovely, wit’chyo, spirit above me

Or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky

Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me

Rest where the worms and the weak be

My nine flies, baptize, rap guys

Wit the holy ghost

I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey

Slip-n-tryin’ ta break me

Look what’chyou made me do, brains blue

My team in the marine-blue, six-coupe

Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin’ out

The block for distances, givin’ long kisses bitch

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Frank White the menacing, Chron Chron’s the medicine

I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin

Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer

Then, drugs and MAC-10s

Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you

Be broke, girls won’t date you

That’s why I relate to, choke yo’ ass out ’til your face blue

Make you, open the safe too

No matter how you call it (How you call it)

This brolic, alcoholic

Like his weed green’d out, like his brick solid

Distribute to, kids who, take heart like Valentine

Drink Ballantine, all the time

Slugs hit your chest tap you spine, flatline

Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo’ times

Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though

Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight

Time, time for you to die

As I kiss your ass goodnight