[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru]
N***as!
N***as!
N***as better know, I paid my dues and shit

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
And kicks it quick; you know how black n***as get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G’s
Hitting buckshots at n***as that open spots
On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm bagging you, huh
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make 'em wet in they pantyhose
Damn, a n***a’s style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n***a wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
That's a real n***a for ya

[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru]
N***as!
N***as!
N***as!
N***as better know, I paid my dues and shit
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case Dread want to riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried
That's a real n***a for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the DA, 'cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up north, bound first stop for the town
Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Hahaha, yo Cheek, she like that shit, Cheek

[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru]
N***as!
N***as!
N***as better know, I paid my dues and shit

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a n***a knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a n***a
I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid
Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
I'd rather beat my dick than trick
And if she don’t suck, then we don’t fuck
I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
Yes, flex after two or three Becks
As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
A fly guy? Well fuck it, I’m the high guy
From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing
And when Jake come, I'm leaving
[Chorus: Curtis Mayfield, Guru]
N***as!
N***as!
N***as better know, I paid my dues and shit
N***as!
N***as!
N***as better know, I paid my dues and shit