Chill Twan, damn, manThat nigga Big got somethin' to say?Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big?Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my manMC Homicide and DJ FatalTwin one and two, my man MilkMy man Fred Dawg, the OGB crewY'all know how we flow and I'ma drop it like this y'allOh, what a feeling drivin' in my four by fourGirlies galore, BIG on the doorChrome trimming with the smoke tintGivin' chumps a hit as I count my mintStacks of doves, half my mans is C-noteAll from sayin' rhymes that BIG wroteBlunt, I take a toke but only if it's weedsSkunk with no seeds, a sip of HennessyPass to D or maybe movin' soloNever with a skeezer by my side, that's a no, noTell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever sawLive in action, guaranteed rawWho's coming through? Y'all know whoBed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originatedYour rhymes ain't shit, they must be constipatedMany awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton StreetTo drop a rhyme to a funky beatExpellin' MC's as if I was at Sarah JOr boys and girls at any school around the wayOpponents, pupils but I'm the principalHard to beat, damn near invincibleNiggaz wanna know how I live the mack lifeMakin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipesFlippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my people my palmAnd sayin' rhymes to set off the alarmYes, it's me, the BIGCompetition ripper ever since thirteenUsed to steal clothes, was considered a thiefUntil I started hustlin' on Fulton StreetMakin' loot, knockin' boots on the regularPass the microphone, I'm the perfect competitorJewels and all that, my clothes is all thatChumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a fall atBIG without burner, that's unheard ofI stay close to mine like Tina on TurnerQuick to smother, a punk motherfuckerUndercover word to mother, I'm above yaAnd I love ya 'cause you're a sweet bitchA crazy crab, you might make my dick itchI flow looser than Luther, words ya get used toBIG is a born trooper like ice cream I scoop yaMy music you wanna get loose to, stay pimp and I'm not a boosterSo what 'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bondThere's no other assumption, I got it goin' onI'm not conceited, my friends tell me thisEven my mother be noddin' her head to thisMakes her proud to see her one son get loudFlip on a sucker and bow to the crowdDrink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or fourLive in action, guaranteed rawRound two, the rhyme regulator here to roast yaAs ya follow this, yeah I gave a toast to ya crewSee, they popped on ya like a kernelYou didn't realize that the beef was eternalInternal injury, that's what you're soon to seeBIG keep companySometimes in my waist if they come opponentRun upstairs, change my skimmer and my coatAnd I'm floatin' to your punk part of townAnybody frontin' they better duck downDon't get mad 'cause I grazed yaYou jumped in that four-door BlazerQuick, I couldn't get a good hit, shit I was aimin' for the melonBut the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin'Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or fourLive in action, guaranteed rawAnd you don't stop and you don't stopYou keep on to my man Milk and ThaiLike I said before the whole OGB is in full effectMost definitely, sent a shout on to the freestyle Born AllahYeah, that bum ass nigga from Avenue Q
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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