The Wickedest

[Funkmaster Flex] Hold up! Shut this shit down! It's goin' down, baby! Funk Flex! We about to black out to fuckin' Brooklyn With my nigga Mister Cee! 'Cause you know how the fuck I get down! Big dog, pit-bull status, nigga! [The Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah! You're now enterin' the mode of The Notorious Biggie Smalls Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique representin' This one goin' out to Brooklyn — y'all know what time it is It's goin' out to all the gangsters All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches Y'all know what time it is So this what I want y'all to do I want y'all to grab y'all Dutch Masters And y'all White Owls and y'all Phillies Mmm! Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessy and lay back Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee Representin' all day, everyday And all you other tape niggas, and bootleggers Stay in the house! 'Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down So any time you're ready, Mister Cee We gon' get hardcore on these homos Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, hardcore Uhh! representin' Biggie Smalls in the house Uhh! Check it, huh! [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.] Biggie Smalls is the wickedest Niggas say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this! If I was pussy, I'd be filled with syphilis Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin' rid of ya Got it locked like the penitentiary Niggas mention me for MC execution, who you choosin'? The wack MC? Or the black, fat MC? Jack Dempsey would start shakin' All it's takin' is some marijuana, and I'm makin' MCs break-fast like flapjacks and bacon Back spins to windmills, who's still the gin drinker? Ill thinker — explodin' when the paper hits the ink, uh! Take your gangsta chronicles Turn to page 666 — holocaust! Big the merciless Niggas press they luck and they get a butt-fuckin' Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash And I don't fuck wit' the condoms The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin' sprayed Diseases, Big pleases MC's across the seas — it's just the way I crush my prey, hey! I'm crazy and deranged Blowin' niggas out the frame, simple and plain But gettin' back to the black rhinoceros of rap Big took a loss? How preposterous is that, nigga?! Recognize.. Notorious Biggie Smalls, '94, Ready to Die Y'all niggas hold y'all heads Mister Cee — set it off, baby-pop [*Funk Flex scratches the end*]