1991 Block Party Freestyle

[The Notorious B.I.G] Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn where this rapper was originated Your rhymes ain't shit, they must be constipated Many awaited, the heavyset brother Fulton Street To drop a rhyme to a funky beat Expelling MCs as if I was at Sarah J Or boys and girls at any school around the way Opponents, pupils, but I'm the Principal Hard to beat, damn near invincible Niggas wanna know, how I live the Mack life Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm Givin' my people my palm Sayin' rhymes to set off the alarm Yes it's me, the B.I.G Competition ripper ever since 13 Used to steal clothes was considered a thief Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a FALL at! B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner Quick to smother, a punk motherfucker Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya And I love ya, cause you're a sweet bitch A crazy crab, the type to make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta B.I.G. is a born trooper Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta Stay dipped, and I'm not a booster So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond There's no other assumption, I got it going on I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this Even my mother, be noddin' her head to this Makes her proud to see her one son get loud Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4 Live in action, guaranteed RAW (dumb ass nigga)