What are we gonna do, While we're waiting here? Caught in a traffic jam, goin' nowhere. See the rain, Has made a space for us to place our minds, Inside that sound of winter. I hear it on my window pane, Callin' out my name, Telling me to stay. Gotta know what you're runnin' from, Before you know where you runnin' to, What you'd leave behind. I'll be gone when the mornin' comes, The sun's gonna paint a view, Colours in your life. Gotta know what you're runnin' from, Before you know where you runnin' to, What you'd leave behind. I'll be gone when the mornin' comes, The sun's gonna paint a view, Colours in your life. In the wake of your goodbye, I linger. [I linger] Clingin' to what might have been. [Might have been, have been] As the sun shines through the cold, The truth comes when we fold. Lets yourself start over again. [Lay down, lay down] In the wake of your goodbye, I linger. [Lay down, your head] Preaching with my heart and soul. [You got, no place] Well the sun shines through the cold, And the truth comes when we fold. [ Got to know] Don't let yourself, [ Got to know] Dont' forget yourself. [ Got to know] [ Got to know] Gotta know what you're runnin' from, Before you know where you runnin' to, What you'd leave behind. I'll be gone when the mornin' comes, The sun's gonna paint a view, Colours in your life. Gotta know what you're runnin' from, Before you know where you runnin' to, What you'd leave behind. I'll be gone when the mornin' comes, The sun's gonna paint a view, Colours in your life.

It is I, the B-I-G, the B-O-I Me oh my, ears to the street and eyes to the sky Kept my sights on the prize, wide open, door wide Like the thighs of a hooker spread, told the girl bye I got bigger fish to fry, niggaz wish I would retire Cause of the pressure I apply every time I bust a rhyme None of the rest of ya are tryin' Watch me stimulate the minds of the masses While you niggaz kickin it like jackasses And who you votin for, Republican or Democratic? Don't say it doesn't matter cause that's how they stole the last one Assassin's bullet might be waitin for Obama Do you think they'll have a brother before Billy's baby mama? C'mon! "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Daddy Fat-Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" My daddy told me it was mine for the takin A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me Him and Rena's baby, their first born son I'm Antwan Andr Patton, the only one Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion I'm defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty Where they still hangin nooses like we in the early '30s Goddamn, you know who I am? {"Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand? (boy!) This ain't what you want, let's be clear from the bungie I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Daddy Fat-Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly (Why?) Cause I'm {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} Take that motherfucker, take that! With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky I'm on another planet my nigga and you just fly (Why? Cause he's Daddy Fat Sax) Ridin off in the Cadillac like that nigga "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Daddy Fat-Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" "Look at the way you look at me" - "Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax" "In my Cadillac, six woofers and fo' amps" Yeah {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} What his name is? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} What ya talkin 'bout? {"Da-Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} Boy stop!