[Biggie]
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When B.I.G. appear on the scene
N***as get scared
No, I’m not the stick up man
I don’t want the rings on your hand
I don’t understand
When I come through the avenue
I must know voodoo
Because all eyes are on you know who
And my so-called friends
Beg for ends for me to lend
But this bank roll they won’t spend
I don’t need ‘em
Let the welfare feed’ em
When they come to “What’s up?”
The peace sign is how I greet ‘еm
Sometimes they won’t gеt that
Sweatin' me for some chit chat
Bite my lyric like a Kit-Kat
Open your eyes and realize
Ain’t no sugar in my tank
Out of all my friends, there’s just one I wanna thank
My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
That good things come to those that wait
And we 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
Stayed dipped
Take out of state trips
Don’t drink a lot of Hennessy
I only take a sip
I’ma Skippa
Like a captain
Rapping is my specialty and the best is me
So the rest could see
B.I.G. don’t need no 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
Even the strong don’t last long
Cause’ I’m Brooklyn born, baby bro'
I’m not a paper gangster of no sort
I do smoke Newports
When I get stressed, I grab my vest
Put an MC to the test, quick
Especially if he talk slick
About who he clipped and he whipped
I trip up competition
Name a cross who stepped to the big boss
You know of course they took a loss
Stepping to Big
And the Hitman 50 Grand
Like slipping in quicksand
You need a hand, my man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said, “Chill,” I wasn’t saying LL’s rhyme
I was telling ya, not to tear up
Cause’ he will rip up
I’m telling ya not to erupt
Cuz he’s just as corrupt as a DJ should be

50 Grand, and I’m the B.I.G
In full effect .