It's Bad Boy bitch, Scram Jones, the Clipse B I G, let's go      Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions   Strictly gun testing, coke measuring   Giving pleasure in the Benzito   Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's      Hope you creeps got receipts   My peeps get dirty like cleats   Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets   Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease   May you rest in peace      With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours   Four, four, and fifty four draw   As my pilot, steers my Leer   Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear      Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying   The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lying   So don't you get suspicious   I'm Big dangerous you're just a Likkle Vicious      As I leave my competition, respirator style   Climb the ladder to success, escalator style   Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all   Big don't fold y'all, I spit phrases that'll thrill you   You're nobody till somebody kills you      Do you know where your going too   Just a memory everybody dying   When I throw my clip in the AK   May you rest in peace   Your nobody till somebody kills you      Do you know where your goin' too   Just a memory so you better pack a pistol   Everybody dying, death controls y'all   Your nobody till somebody kills you      Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows   My back don't bend, see papi is my kenfolk   Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke   Soul benefactor the Benz, he made the rims poke      Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie   Turn drop head coupe to dune buggy   Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses   That carried my niggaz and had the church mothers cursing      Imagine the glamor that comes out the flow   Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa   The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing   And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma's buttons, yes      On the flip side, the steel I'm gripping   You thought all the floss had me slipping?   Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing   Lead give permanent concussion, your nothing      Do you know where your going too   Just a memory everybody dying   When I throw my clip in the AK   May you rest in peace   Your nobody till somebody kills you      Do you know where your goin' too   Just a memory so you better pack a pistol   Everybody dying, death controls y'all   Your nobody till somebody kills you      Check out the fisad   On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar   A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car   Bentley coupe another short of the arnage   Even as a youth I was laundering the stoop   Underneath the nose and the Feds had no clue      I was pushing keys in a V with no roof   Rich, black, two big guns and no coof   Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable   And that pretty much leave Malice at the table      Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle   Because I'm a provider as long as I am able   This here hughe the most foolish of blues   When I tell my mother the price   She damn near sent me to my room      It's the M A L I C I O U S   You don't wanna try nigga, you next, uh      Do you know where your going too   Just a memory everybody dying   When I throw my clip in the AK   May you rest in peace   Your nobody till somebody kills you      Do you know where your goin' too   Just a memory so you better pack a pistol   Everybody dying, death controls y'all   Your nobody till somebody kills you      Biggie Duets, Born Again, Life After Death   Legacy lives on and on, and on   These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG   Shit you ain't even here   Motherfuckers better step their game up   Greatest of all time, greatest of all time, motherfuckers