Live Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one BK to the fullest Gats I it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking Chickenheads be in my bathroom fucking It ain't nothing, they know Big be With the mac in the Ac' paneling Damagin MC's, they can't breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my can breathe Breeze in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high And those that rushes my get put on crutches Get smoked like dutches the master Hate to you, but I have to, you see I smoke a lot Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fucking dots Who rock the Biggie You how the weed go, unbelievable
B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G Get it? Also known as the bon Rappers can't sleep need sleeping Big creeping heat-seeking, casualties need treating Dumb rappers teaching A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh come now Why y'all so dumb now - hunt me or be I got three and fifty-seven ways To saute, I'm the winner all day Lights get dimmer down Biggie's My forte causes to say He sounds demented, car scented If I said it, I it my tongue for no-one Call me evil, or
shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes Leave no witnesses, you think this is? Ain't no here, I damage and tear MC's me, they too near not to hear me Clearly, I'm the triple dream One thousand grams of to the gut It fucked up, the way I touched up the grill to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer The gat's by your liver, upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I hi And down some ice, for the nicest MC know the steelo, unbelievable