C'mon she almost there push c'mon C'mon c'mon push it's almost there One more time c'mon C'mon push baby one more time Harder harder push harder Push push c'mon One more time here it goes

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

Come on, motherfuckers, come on The motherfucker was amped Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up The nigga just grabbed a nigga,snuffed a nigga And it was on from there, the motherfucker, was not stopping him homes (What the rest of his niggas do?) Man, them

(Yes, I'm ready) (So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die) Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker? We gonna kill your ass (I'm ready) As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome,

I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

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

When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't

And we've waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A-train That's why I flip, keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dip, take out of state trips Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night

(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