This is a song about "Kiki a b tch"

I don't need no props b/

I got bigger problems baby

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

A rational b j given by your raps

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Rap is music with real substance b

We got money to go get baby

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

''how did he?'' easy like a. b. c. d's fruity vitamin c's.

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

And if you think wayne's more of a king than b-i-g,

My name is razor b

If you ain't about money

It's no longer a new jack city

Make my erector set into a b52