The Ugliest

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]

(Woo!)

Yeah, '96, for my Nostrand Ave niggas

My Fulton Street niggas (Hardcore for '96, baby)

Dangerous MC's

Uh (Check it out), uh

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G]

Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top

Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green

Ooh-wee, you see, the ugliest (Uh)

Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness

Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? (Uh)

And the winner is – (Uh-huh) not that thinner kid

Bandanas, tattoos, my fist never bruise (What)

Land still cruise, Frank White paid his dues

Ask who's the raw, bet they say "Poppa, very"

Look forward to me like commissary (Uh)

All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie

Done did it, come with it, get your hеad splitted (Uh)

Or get your neck slittеd – admit it, you overdid it

Your shit, it–just ain't got that loud

Gold tooth shine like, "Ta-dow!"

Biggie Smalls the illest—and how

Phrase raise your eyebrow (Uh)

By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga

But your weak-ass assumptions, lead lead to dumpin'

I.V. to pump-in, you're feeling something

Catch my drift or catch my four-fifth lift

At least six inches, above project fences

Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches

When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches

Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless

Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw

Yes, I rocked your chatterbox

Dangerous, you're not, I gets down

Twist your body ‘round and ‘round, upside down

[Refrain]

Flipmode, Flipmode, B.I.G. forever now (C'mon!)

[Chorus: Baby Sham]

Is the love really there? (Is it?)

Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)

Throw your ice in the the air, we here

And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear

Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in there (Come on)

Is the love really here? (Is it?)

Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)

Throw your ice in the the air, we here

And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear

Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Uh, smoke a little, then we cut coke a little

And we skim a little off of the top

Taking you back when niggas used to snort coke

And toast to the hood, and cry "broke,"

But be the richest folk to float through the hood (Ha)

Niggas doin' real good, it was evident

And the testament was: coke flow was good when Ronald Reagan was president

The "Say No To Drugs" slogan growin' greatly irrelevant (Ha)

Niggas gettin' caught with bricks, but still reaching a settlement

Niggas a get a 1-to-3 and come home in 12 months

Run up and take a nigga's shit, an' leave 'em with 12 lumps

I've never been so willin' to put the thoughts of mo' killin'

Into manufacturing a flow so bone chillin'

Icy with a pistol, nigga (Ah)

Shit glitter like ballroom chandelier crystal, nigga

Stack money as we live life simple (Ha)

In the corner of the club sippin' on a Harvey's Bristol, nigga (C'mon)

Modern day gangsta shit

And die slow as we give you niggas cancer shit (C'mon)

[Chorus: Baby Sham]

Is the love really there? (Is it?)

Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)

Throw your ice in the the air, we here

And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear

Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in there (Come on)

Is the love really here? (Is it?)

Do a thug shed the same tear? (Never know)

Throw your ice in the the air, we here

And we all gon' ball 'til the courts appear

Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here