Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard f/ Notorious B.I.G. & Lord Tariq    Think Big 12"          Intro: Notorious B.I.G.      Yeah,yeah    This could be something big   Uh,this could be something big      Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.      Big Poppa throwing niggas off a cliff   Smokin' spliff   In ?? with my bitch   In a Mitsubi Eclipse   Read my lips "I kill you"   Blood will spill you    Did I say thank?   I grant you three wishes    Cause I be the genie   Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikini   Read between the lines see what I see   I see the diary of a sick bastard   Junior Mafia blasta   Ruggas on the hips   Bought coke to flip chicks   Bought slunts to fill clips   Flippin cokes in corner stores bodega   In the back room playin' Sega   "Street Fighter 2" I'm invitin' you    Bring your ?? and crew   And they dopest rhymes   I hit up in that ass everytime   Lyrically I'm untouchable,uncrushable   Gettin' mad blunted in the six hundred   Benz ask your friends, "Who's The Illest?"   Lickin shots niggas screamin "Bigge Smalls tried to kill us!"      [Lord Tariq]   You think big you get big   Champaine and mo' wet   You can party till' you swet   The money's your to get    Cash in abundance   Takin stacks in the hundreds   One thousand for gators       Verse Two: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard   What?   I be the slang slanga    Body boom here come the banga    Your mother should have took you out with a FUCKEN hanga   Word up what's the mother fucken deal nigga?   Fuck All!   You can call me Johnny Real nigga   To all MCs that envyi this tryin'   Never me and you take it easy like mad lion   If you mess with me    Your family will be missin' you like we miss EMPD   But if you don't believe me you can come see me though   And your show will be over just like Arsenio   I come a call in you niggas be stallin'    I got the unblievable like my nigga Smalls in   Realease date man I can't wait   The ass gettin' cash like a New York nigga out of state   To the ladies don't waste your time   Only sixty nine ??    I do with star sixty nine   Give you drama like 2pac    So you gots to gimme glocks for fun   Puttin them on the run like ??    Like Michael Jackson    Off the wall for ya all   I make your people forget you   Like R.Kelly did to Aaron Hill      Chorus          Verse Three: Lord Tariq   In god we trust in hoes we lust    In clothes in cash   And cars a must   Yo I'm the eighty six survior    So bear witness to my ??   Only play with my team   Two hundred thousand in my dream   Bitches love this curley headed friend   Far from a ??   Draw my nigga    and I squeeza for G's    Quicker than a serd    I got styles from the Bronx    And Harlem runner up   You think big you get big    FUCK a cut   Yo fuck beepers   Fuck hustling for sneakers   And car speakers   Give me ????   To transform his drug paper   Bustlin' money dead kid   I want Arab and Jew paper   And now I'm the sheet    The Lord Tariq   So let the ressurected willies speak   Cause I'd rather die before my feet   My dress code explode   Paying hundreds for G's   Yo I can play a pear of Lees in rain willie supreme   The B-B-S ride the Ave. inside the African taxi can driver   While a legend check the style of a survivor   MacGuyver,you should have smuthered   Yo I got New York covered   In the story I'm the last    And there'll never be another   Mother fucker      Chorus       Outro: Lord Tariq      Ha..Uptown