The Notorious B.I.G. - 1988 Freestyle lyrics

[The Notorious B.I.G] 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 Pa** 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 motherf**er Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya And I love ya, cause you're a sweet b**h A crazy crab, the type to 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 a**umption, I got it going 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 s**er, and bow to the crowd Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed RAW (dumb a** n***a)