[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 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 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