Notorious BIG & Faith Evans One More Chance Lyrics

[Chorus - Faith Evans]:
One more chance
Biggie give me one more chance
One more chance
Biggie give me one more chance

[Verse 1]:
First things first, I Poppa, freaks all the honey's
Dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin' money
Those the ones I like cause they don't get Nathan
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay Gucci down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me
Navajos creep me in they tee pee
As I lay down lawss like Alan Coppe
Stop it, if you think they gonna make a profit
Don't see my one, don't see my guns, get it
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
In two, as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya
I'm clockin' ya, Versace shades watchin' ya
Once ya grin, I'm in game begin
First I talk about I dresses this
In diamond neckalaces, stretch Lexuses
The s__ is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper, help ya reach the
Climax that your man can't make
Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
Now sing the break

Baby here I am
All I need is more chance
I can help you find yourself
Cause you don't need nobody else
One more chance....

[Verse 2]:
She's sick of that song or how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is, Major Payne like Damon Wayans
Low Down Dirty even, lik his brother Keenan
Scheamin', don't leave your girl 'round me
True playa for real, ask Puff Daddy
You ringin' bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Where you at? flippin' jobs, payin' car notes?
While I'm swimmin' in ya women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Death stroke, tongue all down her throat
Nothin' left to do but send her home to you
I'm through, can ya sing the song for me, boo?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]:
So, what's it gonna be? him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crush linen
Cartier wrist, wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that a__ a good thrashin'
High fashion, flyin' into all states
s__in' me while ya man m_________s
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game's just in time
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
I'm not only the client, I'm the player president

[Chorus]