Biggie Sample

Good at writin' verses. Not too good at writin' choruses
Good at writin' verses. Not too good at writin' choruses
Good at writin' verses. Not too good at writin' choruses
But when it's hittin' ya right you'll be screamin' baby, baby
My lord have you ever had dreams?
I'm rich and I'm fuckin' like a fiend
But that's not what I mean
There's no point chasin' the green
Shit's life but that life's been seen, yeah
Killin' it with verses. Been fillin' it with curses. Clean
Goddamnit. Caffeine. I'm addicted. Wean off of liquids. Gifted
Good at writin' verses. Not too good at writin' choruses
Good at writin' verses. Not too good at writin' choruses
Good at writin' verses. Not too good at writin' choruses
But when it's hittin' ya right you'll be screamin' baby, baby
I'm tired of the recipes
Pathetic bitches rest in peace
I'll give the best and rest a piece
And use your death for press release
And as the love of fans decrease
Your writers use their elbow grease
To slide into my sublease
Begging for my mouth piece
But I'll kick them out
And they'll scream and shout
Then dry up the way you went out
And I'll laugh until my brain blows out
And I'll laugh until my brain blows out
Wearin' a smile, please stay a while, a fan never runs out
Wearin' a smile, please stay a while, the fun never runs out
Good at writin' verses not too good at writin' choruses
Good at writin' verses not too good at writin' choruses
Good at writin' verses not too good at writin' choruses
But when it's hittin' ya right you'll be screamin' baby, baby