[Notorious B.I.G.]      I know how it feel to wake up fucked up      Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell      People look at you like youse the user      Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser      But they don't know about your stress-filled day      Baby on the way mad bills to pay      That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce      and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit      I remember I was just like you      Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's      Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G      I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me      She was forced to kick me out, no doubt      Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South      Packed up my tools for my raw power move      Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves      for chumps tryin to stop my flow      And what they don't know will show on the autopsy      Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick      Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it      Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court      for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York      Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man      You better have your gat in hand, cause man