[Verse 1:]
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 act all 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 2:]
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 3:]
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

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