[Verse 1] Sicker than your average Poppa twist cabbage off instinct Homies don't think sh** stink Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there every night Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos 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 to clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 Bang every MC easily, busily Recently n***as 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 brother flaunt it That Brooklyn bullsh**, we on it [Hook] Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid [Verse 2] I put hoes in NY onto DKNY Miami, D.C. prefer Versace All Philly hoes, go with Moschino Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi Now who's the real dookie, meaning who's really the sh** Them pussies ride dicks, Frank White push the six Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof gla**, tints if I want some a** Gonna blast squeeze first ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pa** At last, a f**er rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras, ménage à trois, s** 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 b**hes come and get me