<br />Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one<br /><br /><br /><br />Representin BK to the fullest<br /><br /><br /><br />Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin<br /><br /><br /><br />Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin<br /><br /><br /><br />It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin<br /><br /><br /><br />With the Mac in the act all paneling<br /><br /><br /><br />Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe<br /><br /><br /><br />Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe<br /><br /><br /><br />Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high<br /><br /><br /><br />And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches<br /><br /><br /><br />Get smoked like dutches from the master<br /><br /><br /><br />Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot<br /><br /><br /><br />Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dots<br /><br /><br /><br />Who rock the spot? Biggie!<br /><br /><br /><br />You know how the weed yo, unbelievable<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />[Verse Two:]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.<br /><br /><br /><br />Get it? Biggie<br /><br /><br /><br />Also known as the bon appetit<br /><br /><br /><br />Rappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin<br /><br /><br /><br />Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin<br /><br /><br /><br />Dumb rappers need teachin<br /><br /><br /><br />Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now<br /><br /><br /><br />Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways<br /><br /><br /><br />To summer sautee, I'm the winner all day<br /><br /><br /><br />Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway<br /><br /><br /><br />My forte causes caucausians to say<br /><br /><br /><br />He sounds demented, car-weed scented<br /><br /><br /><br />If I said it, I meant it<br /><br /><br /><br />Bite my tongue for no-one<br /><br /><br /><br />Call me evil, or unbelievable<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />[Verse Three:]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's<br /><br /><br /><br />Leave no witnesses, what you think this is<br /><br /><br /><br />Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear<br /><br /><br /><br />MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me<br /><br /><br /><br />Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream<br /><br /><br /><br />One thousand grams of uncut to the gut<br /><br /><br /><br />It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill<br /><br /><br /><br />Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer<br /><br /><br /><br />The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver<br /><br /><br /><br />Get ready to die, tell God I said hi<br /><br /><br /><br />And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC<br /><br /><br /><br />Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable