Verse One:



Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one

Representin BK to the fullest

Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin

Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin

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 fuckin 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 fuck 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 fucked 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

Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable