Relax and Take Notes - 8Ball & MJG, Project Pat, The Notorious B.I.G.

Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana

Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke

I just want the paper I just want the paper

I just want the paper I just want the paper

Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana

Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke

I just want the paper I just want the paper

I just want the paper I just want the paper

I’m a rep this hur til I walk up on death

My demise ain’t here don’t hold your breath

Cook heat over beef so I’m somethin' like a chef

Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushes

Eat dick like its delicious, and grant a pimp wishes

She dig my country talkin', she say I sound funny

Embassy suites sittin' on the bed countin' money

Illegal hustlin', dirty money mustlin

Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin'

Look at my face you can tell I seen both of em

I stick in move do my biz get my doe and dip

My chronic habit heavy weed man in every city

My money big so my airplane il bitty

Major visibility, bad boy lieutenant

Black Phantom wit' the black guts and I’m in it

Fuck it I’m a blast off, take my mask off

Blow ya fuckin' ass off give me the cash cause

M-J-G not playin no games

If you not speakin' good don’t be sayin' my name

Nigga no it ain’t OK with you within a day or two

I’m a track you down and pull a mufuckin' rapper root

Ain’t no way you niggas can hide

I can get you in the house I can get you outside

I’m a load da pump up, lay down jump up

Surprise everybody fittin' to help me wit' my come up

Damn I done made, all of y’all shit ya jeans

This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean

You all bootleggin' nigga you’s a knock off, a imitation

Local ass kingpin nigga wit' a limitation

You don’t want no drama wit' me

Cause I got da ghost of Jeffrey Dona with me

Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks

It’ll never happen dog Project Pat’ll play it slick

Flick when I’m in the ride nine million homicide

Done when ya come wrong shoot suckas in tha Dome

Always about the cheese didn’t wanna go there

He don’t wanna pay me where he stay lets roll there

What’s crooked as a crooked letter hump back hump back

Soda cook the dope together jump back jump back

Meet any weather cock it pump back pump back

If ya bust it first I’m a dump back dump back

Down South we gon hustle to the roster crow

My nose runnin' still cause a nigga used to blow

If pockets low I’ll let ya know (don't turn around)

A hair trigger that’ll bust (don't make a sound)

I’m a tell ya what to do (lay it on the ground)

Don’t be hesitatin' fool (before I blow you down)