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[BIG] Never a flaw
[Kim] A different kind of high
[Kim] Ya know, feel me on this, huh, uhh

Ladies and gents
Your dopest host presents extravagance
In the ladies’ frame, leaving c-m stains
N—az remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger
Throw it to ya jaw, uhh
Never a flaw
Never before, have you seen such magnificence
In the black princess, yesss
Flow’s Phenom, I’m the bomb-diggy
Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me
Call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, b—hes pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, n—az lust

Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out uhh, I’m used ta
Hanging wit boosters, in the best name brand
With the in-sane clan, man listen
My position is lieutenant
Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it
Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy
Freak it Arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you’re drugs baby

Uhh, to my n—az that trick a little
To my b—hes that suck d–k a little
While they n—az lick the middle, I’m the Don y’all
High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
Yeah, enough glorifying
Lyrically electrifying, b—hes by lying
Bout the clothes they be buying
Some stores won’t even let you w—es in
Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass, all crews
B—hes still drinkin booze
I sip Cristal and Landcruise
Receive all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
Slick n—a, I’m sticking you Baby Pah, uhh
Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
Like the bag, the Prada mama
Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana


Inhale this, clench your fist
Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
Can ya, picture this
Life without me, wake up you’re having bad dreams
Cause ya fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
F–k the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
Is all we got as we sail out, entrepreneurs
Cristal pourers, be glad we ain’t takin yours
Boring huh, I’m warning ya
Style waits for no b—h, a dream b—h
When I f–k with scratch and sniff
Now I stacks the shit, practice it
So no b—h can tax the shit, miraculous
So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
The drugs n—a, a-hah hah hah!

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.