Can't You See

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] I can't even listen to that Hip Hop too much, man 'Cause they talking about garbage, man Some emcees is aight but a lot of them is funny, man They got that portrayal of being... First they tough, then something happens to them They turn to God, then when everything is cool, they tough again I don't understand it, it's real confusing to me I just said, I'm just gon' listen to me and Junior Mafia and some slow jams 'Cause I can't deal with this kind of [?] And if I hear one more rapper talk about Versace Leave it alone, it's over y'all, it's no more It's just finished, I started it and I'm ending it It's over! [Verse 1] It's big girl business and bitch, I'm well suited for the job Grinding out my nine, hit the stu' up in a while Old heads from my neighbourhood, I grew up it was wise Taught me never bite the hand that's putting food up in your mouth If I put it back into action while you cats is relaxing I'm stacking and steady laughing at you faggots' reaction Them boys ain't actually rapping I take them back to they casket Good at stretching and flipping money like I practice gymnastics Fuck a nine-to-five, I got better offers Putting my foot on these niggas' necks, I ain't letting off them So when it comes to stacking my bank, I set it off 'Cause every dick-head think they got a shot 'till I try to bob them Off with you niggas, got my whole crew dripping designer Money stretching like it's in a recliner, real niggas behind us Landlord in a mission to find us When they forgetting, money can be their quickest reminder And my pops is trying to make bail By any means, I gotta get a nigga, I can't fail City where them niggas wasn't raised well Hustle them niggas, sell 'em old pies in a bake sale Playing dirty with niggas, most of the time they're digging their dirt too Did a couple of things, make decisions that hurt too Hit the booth and give my city the sickest verse I'm trying to stay grinding like a teenager that's missing curfew I'm just trying to get the riches now And Magic Johnson ain't the sickest out Road to riches took a different route I'm trying to map my mission out Never slacking with my business now Smallest pockets got the biggest mouth Before they tell you yes, they gon' say no first So have a plan B, in case your plan A don't work Got a couple of shooters that's on pay roll, set Trying to get my pockets deeper than a J. Cole verse, yeah! Trying to see my mama park a Range soon Flipping change like a referee before he start a game And it's hard to tell the difference when it's all the same Average shit ain't got a place up in the boss's lane Different level I been through shit you can't never know 'Cause was dealt the bad hand but we will never fall On the highest pedestal, I got the better flow Niggas know I got the crown, that shit was set in stone Nothing worse than wasted potential Chasing on figures for chasing a nigga, my name's official I aim with a pistol, I turn you lames into dinner I've been plotting since niggas was in the basement with Tigger How you figure, the system was never made for the coloured folks Throw y'all niggas out the stage, true like I'm under oath Man, y'all niggas ain't coming close, I'm laughing to the bank To show you niggas how you're all just a bunch of jokes Uh, rap city, nigga