Video Biggie de Kendrick Lamar 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar - Biggie Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
I see everybody wanna play gangsta now, huh?
Well you know what, niggas?
I'ma just play Kendrick
You gotta respect it
Feel this, uh
Let me shit on these niggas, man

[Verse 1]
Look, homie, I'm not your crip or your blood
Homie, I'm just Kendrick
See me other than him, might plead the fifth amendment
Hard headed nigga, shit, all it take is an instant
Shocked to have scored just as soft as an infant
Say you bust your guns, but never totin' it
You say your man is dope? I think he's smokin' it, homie
Why you provokin' it? Don't mean to boast a bit
But you can call me a fly 'cause your boy be on some shit
Plus I'm fly so all the girlies think I'm the shit
I got it to spend but still never buy 'em shit
You better guard your bitch
'Cause all it takes is a finger to turn her on, holmes
Somethin' like a light switch
Hands down but still dark think I might switch the Jag' for the Porsche
'Cause it got a better steering grip
Young but been a man and you won't understand
Spree wheels looking like a bed room ceilin' fan
[Chorus]
When the beef start cookin'
And the shots start comin'
Don't hesitate to pop that thing
People start lookin'
And people start runnin'
Don't hesitate to pop that thing
Rolling down Rosecrans
I fear no man
I be God damned
If I live on my knees I rather die on my feet
That hub city threat shit is me

[Verse 2]
Nigga, I'm from the land where fiends fly like Peter Pan
And the average man got a heat up in them Dickie pants
I got some plans to stack riches
Own 76′s like a Philadelphian
If you don't know by now I'm focused like camera lens
And if I know your mans I might give a second chance
'Cause I don't wanna hurt you, have 'em runnin' in Herzels
Shells stick to his back like a ninja turtle
Crack sells, drug sell all in the virtue
Been a artist since Prince played in Color Purple
Weed smoke, hydro blow on that purple
2 straps on my side like suspenders on Urkel
I suspend you, they 'urk you, what you lyin' for?
You know you ain't eatin' like feed the children commercials
Man, my children'll circle around your block
Let out shots and be home thirty minutes before they curfew
[Chorus]
When the beef start cookin'
And the shots start comin'
Don't hesitate to pop that thing (Right)
People start lookin'
And people start runnin'
Don't hesitate to pop that thing (Yeah)
Rolling down Rosecrans
I fear no man
I be God damned (Damn)
If I live on my knees I rather die on my feet
That hub city threat shit is me (Bitch)

[Outro]
Yeah, it's real
Kendrick
You see me in the streets man, come to me as a man, man
It's real, nigga
Kendrick, you gotta respect it, niggas respect me, man (K. Dot)
Stop being some yank, nigga, it's real
Lotta niggas tryna play gangsta, huh?
It's 2004, man, you wanna be in this shit, quit it
Be yourself, man
Still affiliated, huh?
Niggas respect me, bitch