Intro: Jermaine Dupri      B Side, B side, ha, check it   So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration   The Notorious BIG in the house   We got Da Brat in the house   And me, y'all know who I be   Check it ...      I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to   Funk for your trunk is what I provide you   So slide through your hood with me in your deck   Cause your correct way to get your groove on Flossin   I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid   Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with   They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again   Back with the Big and my new-found friend      [Da Brat]   Sliding in from the front, never way behind   Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine   Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip   Brat and Biggie Smalls...      [Nortorious B.I.G.]   Aw, shit!    On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable,   Flow to make you motherfuckers know   Ain't an MC coming close to touch   Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...      Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal   Lay on nite, light up the blunts   As we give you motherfuckers just what you want      [Notorious B.I.G.]   I never knew, niggas had a clue    On who was the king of the street   More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat   And my nigga just came home from work, release    Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air   (Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)   Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs   when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist   Nigga, no human being, Korean or European   be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'   in they draws, because Biggie Smalls    Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...    (Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see   the Notorious B-R-A-T)   The raw combination, the destination,    Number one tote a gun with no hestiation   Live with the funkdafied cutie pie   Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side   If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me   And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...      Chorus      Jermaine Dupri:   Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...      [Da Brat]   I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down   The nigga you know who represent them platinuim sounds   Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy   Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B   You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die   jump in the Benz, took me a little ride   round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef   and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest   We Funkdafied, kicking it live   Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive   Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front   Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga   We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet   The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T   Rolling off slow on chrome 17's      Chorus      Outro: Jermaine Dupri   Lay back, listen to the B-Side   Slide, glide, do whatever you want   Get out your lighters   We be the rhyme writers   Starters ... from the heart of College Park,   New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go