Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the one Representing BK to the I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking Chickenheads be clucking in my bathroom It ain't nothing, know Big be handling the mac in the Ac' door paneling Damagin MC's, they can't breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve, boxers so my dick can breathe Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical And those that my clutches get put on crutches Get smoked like dutches the master to blast you, but I have to, you see I smoke a lot Your life is played out like Kwame, and fucking polka dots Who rock the Biggie You how the weed go, unbelievable
B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G Get it? Also as the bon appetit Rappers can't sleep sleeping Big keep creeping Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need Dumb rappers teaching Lesson A - fuck with B-I, that's that Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh come now Why y'all so dumb now - me or be hunted I got three and fifty-seven ways To saute, I'm the winner all day Lights get dimmer down hallway My forte Caucasians to say He demented, car weed scented If I said it, I it Bite my tongue for Call me evil, or
Buck out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes Leave no witnesses, what you this is? no amateurs here, I damage and tear MC's fear me, too near not to hear me Clearly, I'm the triple beam One thousand grams of to the gut It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the Trying to play gorilla, when you ain't no The gat's by liver, your upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I hi And throw some ice, for the nicest MC know the steelo, unbelievable