The World Is Filled... Lyrics

The song The World Is Filled... is performed by Notorious B.I.G. in the album named Life After Death in the year 1997 .

Make it hot, make it hot
Make it hot, make it hot

The world is filled with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohh, yeah

Now first come the cash, then come the a*s
Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash
When I score with a whore she be game for sure
Pimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on the floor

Won't you admit it? I ain't gotta talk because I live it
Any chick f**kin' with me, believe me that's a privilege
I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it
See you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it

And Big be that nigga we be flyin' through your hood
And hood rats scopin' with they eyes on my goods
See we date 'em like we hate 'em, see 'em like we don't need 'em
Treat 'em like we meet 'em and never give up freedom

And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that you, never knew, what good head'll do
Turn a freak to a bis*xual and if she's flexible
f**k the nigga next to you

The world is filled with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
(Make it hot)
The world is mine, can't you see
(Make it hot)
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Ohh, yeah

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I f**k 'em will I diss 'em, that's what these hoes yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation, y'all still chase on
I'll replace on, punks, drunk of Dom, silk and gators

Spittin' words makin' birds till they flock see you later
Whether, drunk or high, skunk or Thai
Nigga play against some playa shit, slugs gon' fly
Ain't no lie, pimped out, the SSI

Nigga, don't ask, why? Just respect it
She bought me the necklace, the bracelet
The Benz-o, she laced it
Crib-o, got it, interior decorated

Now, my popularity grew, in each state
Now, I got two in each state
Used to drink brew and eat steak
Now, I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates

The world is filled with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
(Make it hot)
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
(Make it hot)
Ohh, yeah

Yeah, Too Short
I had a whole lotta bitches in my lifetime
I been blessed with the game always say the right lines
Had a few prostitutes and if you knew the truth
They're like pimps, you can't let 'em do it to you

She ain't no s*cker, I know that bitch man
She wanna be a pretty woman lovin' a rich man
Now here you come, drop top ridin'
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lyin'

pus*y makes money, stick to the business
Think about the real motherf**kers that live it
Street life, pimp shit, make the hoe respect the game
You bought her diamonds and cars, trick that's a shame

Say what you want, but I still figured
She left you 'cause you couldn't be, like them real niggaz
She was a hustler by nature and you was just faker
Than the average symps, found a badder pimp
Too Short

Crazy a*s man
I never woulda bought that bitch all them cars
And all that shit you bought that hoe man
After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe
Man I'm thirty years old nigga

And that bitch was hoein' when I was in 9th grades and shit
Think about that, she been around then right?
(Make it hot)
Shit, you just a rest haven for hoes, man

Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen
Bitch only f**kin' witchu 'cause you had a good a*s job, nigga nerd
Treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her
Stupid a*s nigga, she ain't nuttin' but a hoe

Bet you fell in love with her, man
You can't turn a hoe into a housewife, fool
Every time you turn your back that bitch is f**kin' with dem gangstas
East side, West side these are my potnahs
Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin' bout, nigga?

I tell you about some real pimps and hoes
Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man
Yeah I know a few, shit, beyotch

Notorious B.I.G. - Life After Death

May 1997

The World Is Filled...