Elsewhere legit-writer asked about giving Second Chances, putting in my mind "One More Chance" by Biggie Smalls. I sought to see if it's relevant, but found it to be incredibly pisspoor. So I ask--what's the hype? Below is the video, the song, the lyrics (with bolding on namebrands and a horrific underline) and an overall summation. First things first, I Poppa, freaks all the honies dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin' money those the ones I like cause they don't get nathin' but penetration, unless it smells like sanitation 'Garbahge', 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 laws like Allan Coppett Stop it - if ya think theyre gonna make a profit don't see my ones, 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 shade watchin ya once ya grin, I'm in, game begin first I talk about how I dresses this In diamond necklasses - stretch Lexuses The sex 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 Chorus: Faith: Baby....all I need is one more chance, I can help you find yourself You don't need nobody else B.I.G.: I got the good luv girl ya didn't know (x2) Verse Two: Sick of that song on 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 Demon like his brother Keenan schemin, don't leave ya girl round me true player for real, ask Puff Daddy (yeah) 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 Nuthin left to do but send her home to you I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo? Chorus Verse Three: 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 good thrashin high fashion - flyin into all states sexin me while ya man masturbates Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight Her flight lands at nine, my game just for rhyme lyrically I'm supposed to represent I'm not only the client, I'm the player president Overall: A bunch of brand dropping. This is largely a nonsensical self-aggrandizing "high (European) fashion" praising arrangement of words. It's pretty shameful to imagine that East and West once "fought" over this drivel. Seriously, what's the merit in this? This is fairly shameful.