B.I.G. is making this cream Bitches always say what the hell does that mean? B is for the bitches, who can't understand How one fly nigga became a man I is for the way it goes in and out One by one I knocks 'em out G is for the way the game goes in the

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks, Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Armed and dangerous,

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game

Biggie Smalls is the illest It's unbelievable Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls is the illest Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Representing BK to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking Chickenheads be clucking in my

Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch I'm just playing, but I'm saying I'm just playing, I'm saying As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle Ooh Regina Belle,

Dangerous MC's Bitch grab your tits c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's close the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass

March again Notorious and brave We were the warriors of the north We'd never lost a fight in war We feared not the grave The ruler of this northern court My brother, lord, king He always had our loyal swords

Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly,

(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk) The funk baby So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher

Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Lookin' for this hour glass of time Tryna find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen