Notorious B. I. G. - I Really Want to Show You Lyrics
* this is actually a remix of "everyday struggle"
[notorious b.i.g.]
Wooo! thereís gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherf**ker
Yíall better be swift with that punch button jack
Biggie.. biggie..
[notorious b.i.g.]
I know how it feel to wake up f**ked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they donít know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
Thatís why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce
And wish, you wasnít livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62ís
Cause g-e-d, wasnít b-i-g
I had to get p-a-d, thatís why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they donít know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasnít tryin to hear it
Smoking mad newports cause Iím due in court
For an assault, that I caught, in bridgeport, new york
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
Chorus: k-ci & jojo
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you
How Iím clockin gís .. I really wanna show you
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
[notorious b.i.g.]
I had the master plan
Iím in the caravan on my way to maryland
With my man two-tecs to take over this projects
They call him two-tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "whoís next?
I got my honey on the amtrak
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, Iím literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see whatís up with my peeps
Toyota deal-a-thon had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldnít hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like nino at the carter
Heard tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she wonít snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks Iíll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, sheíll be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true g, thatís me, blowing like a bubble;
In the everyday struggle
[notorious b.i.g.]
Iím seeing body after body and our mayor guiliani
Ainít tryin to see no black man turn to john gotti
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ainít shinin
Take kiís til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next frank white, and escobar
Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til itís bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like fright night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
High technology dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg didi, try to swap drug for tvís
Stores run out of baking soda from bk to qb
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by big nas and biggie smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the bentí stay nasty, push the dash
For the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I know they comin but Iím reachin my goal
F**k bummin, Iím makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in west palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next nicholas barnes, baby
Chorus (repeat to fade)