[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
And ya don't stop, hit it!

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When B.I.G. appear on the scene n***as get scared
Why? I'm not the stick-up man
I don't want the rings on your hand, I don't understand
When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo
Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh!
And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend
But this bankrolls they won't spend
I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed 'em
When it come to 'wassup' the peace sign is how I greet 'em - uh
Sometimes they won't get that, sweating me for some chit-chat
Bite my lyrics like kit-kats
Open your eyes, realize ain't no sugar in my tank
Out of all my friends, there's just one I want to thank
My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
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 only take a sip
I'm a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my specialty
And the best is me
So the rest will see, B.I.G. don't need to practice
I'm like a sharpshooter, shoot the needle off a cactus
Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
I completely defeat the weak - uh
Even the strong don't last long
'Cause I'm Brooklyn born, bay-bro
I'm not a paper gangster of no sort, don't smoke Newports
When I get stressed I grab my vest
Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick
About who we flipped then whipped
I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss
You know, of course, they took a loss
Stepping to Big and the hitman 50 Grand
Like sinkin' in quicksand, ya need a hand my man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme
I was telling ya not to flare up
He's about to tear up, I'm telling you not to erupt
'Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh
50 Grand and I'm the BIG, Mister Cee..
[Break: Mister Cee]
Yo, here we go here we go here we go here we go here we go motherfucker here we go

[Verse 2: Mister Cee]
Can ya withstand this kind of a man
Gettin in your ass like sand
But this ain't a date at the beach lil each
And every mc in the place check the speech
And I'll bet the dough from my show they can't get wit'
Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit

[Break: Notorious B.I.G.]
Nah nah nah nah nah love
You can't do it like that love
You got to ride that motherfucker you know what I'm sayin?
You got to riiide that motherfucker

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Try to get props on the brother, that pops the most and clocks the most
Drops the most shit like a pigeon
Listen to the words I'm slippin' through saliva
Ain't an MC liver, I'm the rap MacGyver
Doin' tricks with my lips so quick
If you blink you would miss the great style of Chris
Don't try to diss, 'cause I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint
Rappers that think they the joint
Huh, they'll get the point quicker
Faster even, MCs I'm leavin' until you can't breathing
You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide
Try to battle me boy you deserve to die
Punch you in your eye, before I blade ya
To let you know that I can fight before I slayed ya
Call me Chris, this I insist
Anything different will lead to closed fist
A wrap up, you don't wanna get tapped up