Verse One:

Live from Bedford Stuyverson the livest one

Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it !@$(s duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom $#&@in

It ain't nuttin they know Big be handlin
with the mac in the Ac' door paneling
Bandaging MC's oxygen they can't breathe

Mad tricks up the sleeve red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q 45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches

Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them $#&@in polka dots

Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed yo, unbelievable


Verse Two:

B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.

Get it? Biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin

Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson A - don't $#&@ with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack

Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now
Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To summer sautee, I'm the winner all day

Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
My forte causes caucausians to say
He sounds demented, car-weed scented

If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable


Verse Three:


Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear

MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut

It seems $#&@ed up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver

Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
^!$$%z know the steelo, unbelievable