- ¶ Say, "B.I.G." ¶ - B.I.G.!
¶ Check it and let me hear you say ¶
- ¶ "Fuck that side" ¶ - Fuck that side!
- ¶ Say, "Fuck that side" ¶ - Fuck that side!
¶ Say, "Fuck that side" ¶
¶ Who the fuck is this paging me at 5:46 in the mornin' ¶
¶ Crack of dawnin' now I'm yawnin' ¶
¶ Wipe the cold out my eyes ¶
¶ See who's this pagin' me and why ¶
¶ It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop ¶
¶ Told me he was in the gamblin' spot I heard the intricate plot ¶
¶ Some niggas wanna stick me like fly paper, neighbor ¶
¶ Slow down, love Please chill, drop the caper ¶
¶ Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville ¶
¶ That you rolled dicewit' Smoked blunts and got nicewit' ¶
¶ Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect ¶
¶ Nah, that's my nigga Nah, love wouldn't disrespect¶
¶ I didn't say dem ¶
¶ They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from backwhen ¶
¶ When you was clockin' minor figures ¶
¶ Now they heard you blowin' up like nitro ¶
¶ And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow ¶
¶ So, thank Fame for warnin' me 'cause now I'm warnin' you ¶
¶ I got the mack nigga Tell me what you gonna do ¶
Damn! ¶ Niggas wanna stick me for my paper ¶
¶ Do my ladies run this motherfucker ¶¶
¶ I let my tape rock till my tape popped ¶
¶ Smoking weed and bamboo Sipping on Private Stock¶
¶ Way back when I had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match ¶
¶ Remember Rappin' Duke duh-ha, duh-ha ¶
¶ You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far ¶
¶ Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight ¶
¶ Time to get paid blow up like the World Trade ¶
¶ Born sinner the opposite of a winner ¶
¶ Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner ¶
¶ Peace to Ron G, Brucey B Kid Capri ¶
¶ Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky ¶
¶ I'm blowin' up like you thought I would ¶
¶ Call the crib same number, same hood It's all good ¶
¶ And if you don't know now you know ¶
- ¶ I can't hear you ¶ - Who you are!
- ¶ A little louder ¶ - Don't let'em hold you down!
¶ You didn't hear me calling out ¶
¶ Calling for your warm affection ¶
¶ After all this time ¶
¶ You can't deny ¶
¶ What I'm feeling, ohh-oh-ohh ¶
¶ Ohh-ohh ¶
¶ And I stood right by ¶
¶ Your side ¶
¶ Went through all the hurt and pain ¶
¶ Then you turned and walked away ¶
- ¶ I remem ber ¶ - ¶ I remember ¶
¶ You used to love me, baby ¶
- ¶ I remember ¶ - ¶ Ohh-oh-ohh ¶
¶ The days you used to love me ¶
¶ Ohh-oh-ohh, remember ¶¶
¶ Niggas, better grab a seat ¶
¶ Grab hold your dick 'cause this bitch get deep ¶
¶ Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet ¶
¶ Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite ¶
¶ Young bitch from the street guaranteed to stay down ¶
¶ Used to bring work out oftown on Greyhound ¶
¶ Now I'm Billboard bound Niggas, press to hit it ¶
¶ Play me like a chicken Thinking I'm pressed to get it ¶
¶ Rather do the killin' in the stick-upjooks ¶
¶ Rather count a million while you eat my pussy ¶
¶ Push me to the limit Get my feelings in it ¶
¶ Get me open while I'm comin' down your throat ¶
¶ You wanna be my main squeeze nigga, don'tcha ¶
¶ You wanna lick between my knees, nigga ¶
¶ Don'tcha wanna see me whipping your three down the ave ¶
¶ Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad ¶
¶ Break up affairs lick shots in the air ¶
¶ You get vexed and start swinging every where ¶
¶ Me shifty Now you want to pistol-whip me ¶
¶ Pull out your nine while I cock on mine ¶
¶ Know what, nigga I ain't got time for this ¶
¶ So what, nigga I'm not trying to hear that shit ¶
¶ Now, you want to buy me diamonds and Armani suits ¶
¶ AdrienneVittadini and Chanel nine boots ¶
¶ Things to make up for all the games and the lies ¶
¶ Hallmark cards saying, "I apologize" ¶
¶ Is you wit' me How could you ever deceive me ¶
¶ The pay back's a bitch Motherfucker, believe me ¶
¶ Naw, I ain't gay This ain't no lesbo flow ¶
¶ Just a little somethin' to let you motherfuckers know ¶
¶ Get money, fuck bitches ¶
- ¶ Get money ¶ - ¶ Get money, fuck bitches ¶¶
¶ We push the hottest V's Peel fast through the city ¶
¶ Pla y Monopoly with real cash ¶
¶ Me and Biggie and the models be shakin' they saditty ass ¶
¶ And parotta be somethin' you cats got to see ¶
¶ And the watches be all types and shapes of stones ¶
¶ Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown ¶
¶ Run up in that club with the ice on me and Paisan ¶
¶ Scope the spot out see somethin'nice and I'm gone ¶
¶ I'm poppin' Ma gnums while Jigga bag somethin'¶
¶ Watch is platinum Got jet lag from ¶
¶ Flights back and forth Pop corks of the best grapes ¶
¶ Make the best CD's and the best tapes ¶
¶ Don't for get the vinyl Take girls, break spinals ¶
¶ Biggie be Richie like Lionel Shit ¶
¶ You seen the Jesus dipped to H classes ¶
¶ Ice project off lights Chick flashes ¶
¶ I love the dough more than you know ¶
¶ Gotta let it show Gotta let it show ¶
¶ I love the dough ¶
¶ Yeah I love the dough ¶
¶ More than you know ¶¶
¶ First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim ¶
¶ West Side when we ride come equipped with game ¶
¶ You claim to be a playa but I fucked your wife ¶
¶ We bust on Bad Boy's niggas Fuck for life ¶
¶ Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak ¶
¶ We keep on coming while we running for your jewels ¶
¶ Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules ¶
¶ Little Caesar go ask your homey how I'll leave you ¶
¶ Cut your young ass up leave you in pieces Now be deceased ¶
¶ Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's ¶
- ¶ Quick to snatch you gly ass off the street ¶ - Where you get this from?
¶ So let the West Side ride tonight ¶¶
- ¶ Just give me the loot, give me the loot ¶ - ¶ Money, money, money¶
¶ Give me the loot give me the loot ¶
- ¶ Money, money, money ¶ - ¶ Give me the loot, give me the loot ¶
¶ I'm a bad, bad man ¶
¶ My man Infleft a Tec and a nine at my crib ¶
¶Turned him self in he had to do a bid ¶
¶A one-to-three He be home the end of'93 ¶
¶ I'm trying to get this paper, G You with me ¶
¶ Motherfucking right My pocket's looking kind oftight ¶
¶ And l'm stressed Yo, Biggie, let me get the vest ¶
¶ No need for that Just grab the fucking gat ¶
¶ The first pocket that's fat let's take it to his back¶
¶ Word is bond Yo, no fronting yo, don't fake no moves ¶
¶ Treat it like boxing Stick and move, stick and move ¶
¶ Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit ¶
¶ I've been robbing motherfuckers since the slave ships ¶
¶ With the same clip and the same 4-5-¶
¶ Who shot ya ¶
¶ Separate the weak from the obsolete ¶
¶ Hard to creep these Brooklyn streets ¶
¶ It's on, nigga Fuck all that bickering beef ¶
¶ I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek ¶
¶ Your heart beat sounds like Sasquatch feet ¶
¶ Thundering shaking the concrete ¶
¶ Finish this stuff when I foil the plot ¶
¶ Neighbors called the cops when they heard mad shots ¶
¶ Rolling in the drop three in the corner ¶
¶ Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter ¶
¶ Old school, new school need to learn, though ¶
¶ I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno" ¶
¶ Burn slow like blunts with yayo ¶
¶ Peel more skins than idaho potato ¶
¶ Niggas know the lyrical molesting is taking place ¶
¶ Fucking with B.I.G. It ain't safe ¶
¶ I make your skin chafe Rough to the masses ¶
¶ Bumps and bruises Cuffs and Land Cruisers ¶
¶ Big Poppa smash fools hash fools ¶
¶ Niggas mad because they know that cash rules everything around me ¶
¶ Two Glock nines Any motherfucker whispering about mines ¶
¶ And I'm Crooklyn's finest ¶
¶ You rewind this Bad Boy's behind this ¶
¶ As we proceed to give you what you need ¶
¶ East Coast ¶
¶ Bad Boy ¶
¶ I seen the light excite all the freaks ¶
¶ That these are the breaks ¶
¶ Break it up, break it up break it up ¶
¶ Wit'my counter parts on how to burn the block apart¶
¶ Break it down into sections Drugs by the selection ¶
¶ Some use pipes Others use injections ¶
¶ Syringe sold separately Frank the deputy ¶
¶ Quick to grab my Smith and Wesson like my dick was missin'¶
¶ To protect my position my corner, my layer ¶
¶ While we out here say the hustler's prayer ¶
¶ If the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man ¶
¶ Take a better stand Put money in my mom's hand¶
¶ Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man ¶
¶ Stay far from timid Only make moves when ya heart's in it ¶
¶ And live the phrase Sky's The Limit ¶
¶ Motherfucker See you chumps on top ¶
¶ Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on ¶
¶ Just keep on pressin' on ¶
¶ Just keep on pressin'on Sky is the limit ¶
¶ Ha, sicker than your average ¶
¶ Poppa twist cabbage off instinct¶
¶ Niggas don't think shit stink Pink gators ¶
¶ My Detroit players ¶
¶ Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn ¶
¶ Dead right if they head right ¶
¶ Biggie there every night Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos ¶
¶ Never lose, never choose to ¶
¶ Bruise crews who do something to us ¶
¶ Talk go through us Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us ¶
¶ Who, us Yeah, Poppa and Puff¶
¶ Close like Starsky and Hutch Stick the clutch ¶
¶ Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 ¶
¶ Bang every M.C. Easily, easily¶
¶ Recently niggas fronting ain't saying nothing¶
¶ So I just speak my piece keep my peace ¶
¶ Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps ¶
¶ I'm going, going back to, back to Cali, Cali ¶
¶ Now the day is over ¶
¶ Night is drawing nigh ¶
¶ Shadows of the evening¶
¶ Steal across the sky¶
¶ Now the darkness gathers ¶
¶ Stars begin to peek¶
¶ Sun and birds and flowers ¶
¶ They are sound a sleep ¶¶
¶ Hah, sicker than your average Poppa ¶
¶ Twist cabbage off instinct Niggas don't think shit stink¶
¶ Pink gators my Detroit players ¶
¶ Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn ¶
¶ Dead right, if they head right Biggie there every night ¶
¶ Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos ¶
¶ Never lose, never choose to bruise crews who do something to us, talk go through us ¶
¶ Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who, us ¶
¶ Yeah, Poppa and Puff Close like Starsky and Hutch ¶
¶ Stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 ¶
- ¶ Bang every M. C. Easil y, easily ¶ - Take that! Ha-ha-ha!
¶ Recently niggas fronting ain't saying nothing ¶
¶ So I just speak my piece keep my peace ¶
¶ Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps ¶
¶ Packing, asking who want it, you got it Nigga, flaunt it ¶
¶ That Brooklyn bullshit we on it ¶
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶
¶ I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid ¶
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶
¶ I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid ¶
¶ I put hos in N. Y. On to DKNY ¶
- ¶ Miami, D. C. Prefer Versace ¶ - That's right.
¶ All Philly hos go with Moschino ¶
¶ Every cutie wit'a booty bought a Coogi ¶
¶ Now who's the real dookie meaning who's really the shit ¶
¶ Them niggas ride dicks Frank White push the sticks ¶
¶ On the Lexus LX four and a half¶
¶ Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass ¶
¶ Gonna blast squeeze first ask questions last ¶
¶ That's how most of these so-called gan gsters pass ¶
¶ A t last, a nigga rappin' ' bout blunts and broads tits and bras ¶
¶ Menageatrois sex in expensive cars ¶
¶ I still leave you on the pavement ¶
¶ Condo paid for no car payment ¶
¶ At my arraignment note for the plaintiff¶
¶ Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement ¶
¶ Face it, not guilty That's how I stay filthy ¶
¶ Richer than Richie till you niggas come and get me ¶
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶
¶ I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid ¶
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶
¶ I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid ¶
¶ I can fill ya wit'real millionaire shit ¶
¶ Escar got, my car go 160 swiftly Wreck it buy a new one ¶
¶ Your crew run run run your crew run run ¶
¶ I know you sick ofthis name brand nigga wit' flows ¶
¶ Girls say he's sweet like licorice ¶
¶ So get with this nigga It's easy ¶
¶ Girlfriend, here's a pen call me 'round 10: 00 ¶
¶ Come through Have sex on rugs that's Persian ¶
¶ Come up to your job hit you while you working for certain ¶
¶ Poppa freakin', not speakin' Leave that ass leakin'¶
¶ Like rapper demo Tell them hos, take they clothes off slowly ¶
¶ Hit em wit' the force like Obi dick black like Toby ¶
¶ Watch me roam like Romey Luck y they don't owe me ¶
- ¶ Where the safe Show me, homey ¶ - Say what? Homey.
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶
¶ I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid ¶
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶
¶ I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid ¶
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶
¶ I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid ¶
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶
¶ I guess that's why they broke and you're so paid¶
¶ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see ¶
¶ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ¶
¶ And I just love your flashy ways ¶¶
- ¶ Yeah, yeah ¶ - Niggas is actin'like-
¶ Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace ¶
¶ Yeah, it's your boy Kiss l just wanted to holler ¶
¶ In your memory I keep a Coogi in my closet ¶
¶ Kangol on the rack a fresh pair of Wallies ¶
¶ You know I'm still the liquor and the weed child¶
¶ And still got Branson on speed dial ¶
¶ And everybody's the king now ¶
¶ You ain't gotta be nice Gettin'shot is the thing now ¶
¶ M.A.F.I.A. Was doin' they best They separated¶
¶ Now Roc and Gutta doin'a stretch, uh, yeah Kim is still in it to win it ¶
¶ I seen Money L a while a go but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute ¶
¶ People in power is queer ¶
¶ I could go on for a year a bout how would it be if you were still here ¶
¶ The game got cheaper rappers is more commercially successful now ¶
¶ But the heart's a lot weaker ¶
¶ You know me Still got the flow that'll pop speakers ¶
¶ First option on offense the top feature ¶
¶ It's easy, Big All you need is a Pro Tools set ¶
¶ And I ain't touch the paper that I was supposed to yet ¶
¶ Everybody that's some body show respect ¶
¶ Only a matter of time before they notice that ¶
¶ I'm an impecca ble lyricist, yeah ¶
¶ And with the right mechanics I could take over, be clear of this ¶
¶ They well aware of Kiss the light of the city ¶
¶ And I ain't on the label no more but I'm tighter with Diddy ¶
¶ I got my own plan Handle mine like a grown man ¶
¶ Long as I know I'm nice fuck it, I'm my own fan ¶
¶ Remixed the joints you had¶
¶ But they could never ever duplicate your swag, never ¶
¶ Mean while I'm-a keep it so on my lil'plans ¶
¶ And you might bump into a few of my lil'mans ¶
¶ Up there steppin' with God¶
¶ Down here Mister C. In B.K. Is still reppin' you hard, hard¶
¶ T'yanna so pretty C.J. Turned into a Lil' Biggie ¶
¶Just a little lighter but so witty ¶
¶ On your born day we get the highest ¶
¶ Groovy still the best with the garments He keep me the flyest ¶
¶ Tonight Patron is dead¶
¶ Only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi Limon to the head¶
¶ And before I end it I gotta say thanks ¶
¶ 'Cause not only was your time well-spent it was splendid, thanks ¶
¶ Miss you, my nigga ¶
- ¶ One love ¶ ¶ We tried so hard to understand ¶
¶ We tried so hard to understand ¶
- ¶ Why you had to go away ¶ - ¶ Why you had to go away ¶
¶ We miss you You were everything, yeah ¶
¶ So we'll just keep ¶
¶ Our heads to the sky ¶
¶ 'Cause we know we're gonna see you ¶
¶ In the next life time ¶
¶ But it's never easy saying good- bye ¶
- ¶ See you when I get there, baby ¶ - ¶ Saying ¶
¶ Good- bye ¶
¶ So we tried so hard to understand ¶
- ¶ Why you had to go away ¶ - ¶ Why you had to go away ¶
¶ You were everything ¶
¶ We missed you Why you had to go away ¶
¶ So we tried so hard to understand ¶
¶ Why you had to go away ¶
¶ We miss you You were everything ¶
¶ We miss you, ooh-ooh-ooh ¶¶