歌词
Live from Bedford-Stuyverson,the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it,bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom f**kin
It aint nuttin,they know Big be handlin
With the mac in the Ac door paneling
Bandaging MCs,oxygen they cant breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve,red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45by my side,lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya,but I have ta,you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame,and them f**kin polka dots
Who rock the spot?Biggie!
You know how the ****yo,unbelievable
B-I-G,G-I-E,AKA,B.I.G.
Get it?Biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers cant sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin
Bulelts heat-seekin,casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson A -dont f**k with B-I,thats that,oh I,thought he was wack
Oh come come now,why yall so dumb now
Hunt me or be hunted,three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To summer sautee,Im the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggies hallway
My forte causes caucausians to say
He sounds demented,car-****scented
If I said it,I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil,or unbelievable
Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes
Leave no witnesses,what you think this is
Aint no amateurs here,I damage and tear
MCs fear me,they too near not to hear me
Clearly,Im the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems f**ked up,the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play gorilla,when you aint no killer
The gats by your liver,your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die,tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice,for the nicest MC
*****z know the steelo,unbelievable
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