Highest Title lyrics

by

The Notorious B.I.G.


[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah
n*ggas know what time it is
Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherf*ckin' house
Talkin' a dangerous crew
Junior M.A.F.I.A., my man Mad Klep
Stealing everything in sight
n*ggas know the pedigree, B-town, represent
All day every day, know what I'm saying?
B-Town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Kleptomaniac]
Yo I get money, paid in full
I got it made, Brooklyn finest
Grinding, think I could beat Mike Tyson
A magnificent, it ain't hard to tell
I never changed, live the life of an outlaw
You think the world is your's?
Pause, you just a sucker MC
Shagging for beats, back you down in the club
Put your hands where my eyes can see
The most beautiful-est thing is my beliefs
Like "f*ck the police", life's a everyday struggle
Girls be nothing but trouble, b*tches ain't sh*t
If I ruled the world we'd thug them gold digger ladies first
You think I need a girl?
Check yourself, it's a cold world
I move through it like the Daytona 500
A hundred miles and runnin'
Girls, they love me, Mr. Big-Stuff
Put it in your mouth
Handle, B-I, B-I? Knock yourself out
I'm a P-I-M-P, buck buck once
The type of guy to take a big over and toss it up
[Hook: Kleptomaniac, (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't f*ck with the Kleptomaniac!)
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't f*ck with the Kleptomaniac, n*gga! What? Uh)

[Verse 2: Kleptomaniac]
The ruler is back, it's the big payback
My A to the K go ratatatat, react
Where my dogs at, on the Ready to Die tip
No U-N-I-T-Y sh*t, tear the club up
Ride or die b*tch
Warning, this is a takeover
I ain't no joke, mastered the art of storytelling
Three times sold
Bowed and powder, explosive vocab, world renown
Bow down, you can't touch this, how you like me now?
I move the crowd (what), check the rhymes of a mastermind
Through a Hail Mary changed the scorn, it's just half time
The last real n*gga alive with a New York state of mind
You was just frontin', now you a customer hypnotized
Watch them n*ggas wild out excited
Sometimes I rhyme slow, illustrious
Don't worry just don't bite it
All eyes on me, patiently waiting
My name is Klep the dream shatterer, so what you sayin?
[Hook: Kleptomaniac, (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't f*ck with the Kleptomaniac!)
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't f*ck with the Kleptomaniac, n*gga! What? Uh)

[Verse 3: Kleptomaniac]
Who shot ya? I shot ya with one hand on the pump
Go see the doctor? Never, I got your body in the trunk
Five minutes of funk, what y'all n*ggas wanna do
Wonder if heaven got a ghetto, they reminisce over you?
Just another day in Brooklyn Zoo, puffing the Chronic
I get high, hit 'em up plus I saw a man die
You gonna get your's, I'm a rebel without applause
Bring the noise, I'm on criminology, quiet storm (woo, uh)
My UZI weighs a ton, public enemy number one
Ghetto superstar, everything remains raw Rated R
New York, New York, L.A. L.A
Walk this way, players brawl, today was a good day
Can it be that simple? Street dreams got me thug mansions
Bling bling, horse and carriage, boom with Simms flasks
A master, peel, I'm real, you're still not a player forever
Peace out at Sean Award, tour's gone until November
[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah
There you have it, Junior M.A.F.I.A. strikes again, you know what f*cking time it is
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Face down n*gga, all you other n*ggas better go back to the motherf*cking lab
Brush up on y'all gangster sh*t
n*ggas know where all the richest n*ggas from, motherf*cker
Brookyln style, representing, slittin' motherf*cking wrists
All you b*tch-ass n*ggas better lay the f*ck down and recognize
Word to mother
The sh*t is real
Uh, what, what, what? Uh, uh
You can't f*ck with the Kleptomaniac, n*gga!
Yo, load up the motherf*cking clips man, c*ck the gats boy
You can't f*ck with the Kleptomaniac, n*gga!
Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherf*cking house
You can't f*ck with the Kleptomaniac, n*gga!
Blaow, now it's all over
You can't f*ck with the...
Yeah
Pack up your sh*t baby, we finna get the f*ck up outta here
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