[Intro:]
Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect
Got my DJ Fifty Grand, and your n***a Big 'bout to drop a nice LONG rhyme on this mothaf**a
[Verse 1:]
Go ahead and say damn
When the words from Big-man
Explode like an ash-can
While DJ Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting a** n***a?
Introducing the supreme Bigga, n***a!
Yes, it's the B
I break you like a bubble
Bumrush bums and b**h-a** opponents
Buck plugs out ya brain
Break your back bone
Send ya back home
Back to the wack zone
Try to underrate the heavy weight
But when I dine, I make [?]
Press rewind, maybe two times or three times
Here to rhyme, to blind your mind like Moonshine
Biggie Smalls got b**hes in Brazil, boy
Use a rubber if the b**h is off the pill, boy
The complete opposite of a k**-joy
Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill, boy
n***as turn up, they say 'Big, I wanna battle ya!
I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica?
Look at you, you're shaking like a pair of dice!
And when I rip your rap just like a vulture, then you'll say I'm trice!
Man, don't try to gas me or juice me
Smoke you like a loosie
I pack a mac, you pack a deuce-deuce, G
So press up
Before you messed up
That's your best luck
You're kinda soft, run you over in the 4 by 4
And the tag on your toe will read Derelict
Pa** the blunt, I take a hit
Pa** the drink, I take a sip
Pa** the skins, I take a dip
Pa** my loot, before I flip
Man, brother, man, brother man!
I thought you knew the pedigree of the B.I.G
Cut emcees like lumberjacks cutting trees
Rip microphones like Freddy rips kids
Like car rigs do bids
My burner's always there
To the back, to the side, to the front
Smoke a blunt, flavor like a wine bar trunk
You little young chump
Yeah, reach for your gun
Make sure you get done
Be a ghost like Michael Landon
And the rhyme keeps flowing
Like the rabbit with the drum, I keep going and going
And showing MCs how to flow, yo
I smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffs the llello
"Be slow bro!
Slow down before you get slowed down, quick!"
Which burner you wanna get hit with, pick!
I'm the wrong n***a to be f**ing with
So sit back and admit, Biggie Smalls got that hype sh**!
[Hook x4:]
Biggie got the hype sh**!
He got the hype sh**!
[Verse 2:]
Lyric enhancement is a must
That's why I bust
Don't raps like a burner bust caps?
I'm used to making tracks
That's why my rap sounds like that
I get my props and all my pats on the back
B-I, double G-I-E Smalls
Who the n***a in the place? Watch him fall
Take all, the pockets for the loot
Take the girl, knock the boots
If she's cute, I'm the pimp, she's the prostitute
Hey! Sippin on the heineken
Ain't a rapper finer than
The B.I.G and Fifty Grand
s**ers better try again
Before you get lifted and twisted
You better smoke a spliff, kid I'm gifted
Fill it to the tip, with the dope sh**
n***a fifty-shot clip to my hip
Skip to my lou, special shout-outs to my crew
Fifty Grand and the OGB flucture through
I'm dynamite, out of sight on the mic
Three and two, Frank got ya sleeping with the night light
So wake up and smell the coffee
You're nothing but a softie
Rappers screaming "Biggie, get off me!"
Don't have me go off, G
Cause I'm just lukewarm
And I'm not the type to toot my own horn
But uh, toot toot!
I take my timbo boots
And just lose it
You f**ing piece of bowel movement!
My tec got a long clip
Biggie Smalls got the hype sh**!
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Shout outs to Junior M.A.F.I.A, y'all know what time it is
My man Fifty Grand, and his man
Ayyo, my man Big O in the house
Recognize that OGB in full effect
I'm out