Verse One: Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one Representin BK to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin It aint nuttin, they know Big be handlin with the mac in the Ac door paneling Bandaging MCs, oxygen they cant breathe Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches Get smoked like dutches from the master Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dots Who rock the spot? Biggie! You know how the weed yo, unbelievable Verse Two: B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G. Get it? Biggie Also known as the bon appetit Rappers cant sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin Dumb rappers need teachin Lesson A - dont fuck with B-I, thats that, oh I, thought he was wack Oh come come now, why yall so dumb now Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways To summer sautee, Im the winner all day Lights get dimmer down Biggies hallway My forte causes caucausians to say He sounds demented, car-weed scented If I said it, I meant it Bite my tongue for no-one Call me evil, or unbelievable Verse Three: Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes Leave no witnesses, what you think this is Aint no amateurs here, I damage and tear MCs fear me, they too near not to hear me Clearly, Im the triple beam dream One thousand grams of uncut to the gut It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill Tryin to play gorilla, when you aint no killer The gats by your liver, your upper lip quiver Get ready to die, tell God I said hi And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable
