[Intro]   Chill Twan, damn man!   That nigga Big got somethin to say?   Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big?      [Notorious B.I.G.]   Yeah... yeah...   Special shoutout to my man   MC Homicide and DJ Fatal   Twin one and two my man Milk   My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew   Y'all know how we flow   And I'ma drop it like this y'all      Oh what a feeling! Drivin in my four by four   Girlies galore, B.I.G. on the door   Chrome trimming, with the smoke tint   Givin chumps a hit, as I count my mint   Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note   All from sayin rhymes that B.I.G. wrote   Blunt, I take a toke, but only if it's weed   Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy   Pass to D, or maybe movin solo   Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no   Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw   Live in action, guaranteed RAW~!      "Who's coming through? Y'all know who!"      Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated   Your rhymes ain't shit; they must be constipated   Many awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton Street   to drop a rhyme to a funky beat   Expellin MC's as if I was at Sarah J   Or boys and girls at any school around the way   Opponents, pupils, but I'm the principal   Hard to beat, damn near invincible   Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life   Makin money smokin mics like crack pipes   Flippin bombs, stayin calm, givin my people my palm   and sayin rhymes to set off the alarm!   Yes it's me, the B.I.G.   Competition ripper ever since 13   Used to steal clothes was considered a thief   Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street   Makin loot, knockin boots on the regular   Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor   Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that   Chumps steppin to me, that's where they took a FALL at!      B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of   I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner   Quick to smother, a punk motherfucker   Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya   And I love ya, cause you're a sweet bitch   A crazy crab, you might make my dick itch   I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta   B.I.G. is a born, trooper   Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta   Stay pimp, and I'm not a booster   So what'cha got to say? This mackin word is bond   There's no other assumption, I got it goin on   I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this   Even my mother, be noddin her head to this   Makes her proud to see her one son get loud   Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd   Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4   Live in action, guaranteed RAW      Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya   As ya follow this yeah, I gave a toast to ya crew   See, they popped on ya like a kernel   You didn't realize that the beef was eternal   Internal injury that's what you're soon to see   B.I.G. keep company   Sometimes in my waist, if they come opponent   Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and   I'm floatin, to your punk part of town   Anybody frontin, they better duck down   Don't get mad cause I grazed ya   You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldn't get a good hit   Shit, I was aimin for the melon   But the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin   Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4   Live in action, guaranteed RAW      And you don't stop, and you don't stop   You keep on   To my man Milk, and Thai   Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect      [Outro]   Most definitely   Sent a shout on   To the freestyle Born Allah   Yeah that bum-ass nigga from Avenue Q   (Yeah yeah)