[Notorious B.I.G.]

Niggaz... bitches...

Uhh



Chorus: B.I.G.



(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop

(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha, open off the words I say because

"This type of shit it happens everyday" -- Slick Rick



Verse One: Lil' Ceasar



Check it out, uhh

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?

What are you a idiot?

Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's

Got mad guns up in the cabin

Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit

I make it happen, you got your ass caught

All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport

or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya

I blow up spots like little sisters

G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles

Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful

Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers

Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at

the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover

Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?

Stack the green, read all between the lines

A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find



Chorus: repeat 2X



Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.



(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals

Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals

Smokin skunk and mad Phillies

Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses

If robbery's a class, bet I pass it

Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards

Big Poppa never softenin

Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin

Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears

Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears

Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches

She whippin my ride, countin my onec12