[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Bobbito]
Got Notorious B.I.G. in the house, what's up?
Ain't nothin', love, just chillin', just chillin', you know?
Aight, what's up, yo, you rolled up here, you know what I'm sayin'?
You ready, you ready to rip shit?
Yeah, I was lookin' for them Bronx Zoo brothers, though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Junior Mafia's in the house
We gon' go like this, yo, here we go
[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas 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
'Cause all eyes are on you know who
And my so-called friends beg for еnds for me to lend
But this bank roll they won't spеnd
I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed' em
When they come to "What's up?", the peace sign is how I greet 'em
Sometimes they won't get 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 who 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
Stay 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'll 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 a MC to the test, quick, especially if he talk slick
About who he flipped and 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 sinkin' 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
'Cause he's just as corrupt as a DJ should be
50 Grand, and I'm the B.I.G.
[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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