Lyrics
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 fuckin
It ainЂ™t nuttin, they know big be handlin
With the mac in the acЂ™ door paneling
Bandaging mcЂ™s, oxygen they canЂ™t breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the q-45 by 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 fuckin polka dots
Who rock the spot? biggie!
You know how the weed yo, unbelievable
Verse two:
B-i-g, g-i-e, aka, b.i.g.
Get it? biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers canЂ™t sleep need sleepin big keep creepin
Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson a — donЂ™t fuck with b-i, thatЂ™s that, oh i, thought he was wack
Oh come come now, why yЂ™all so dumb now
Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To summer sautee, IЂ™m the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down biggieЂ™s hallway
My forte causes caucausians to say
He sounds demented, car-weed scented
If I said it, I meant it Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable
Verse three:
Buck shots out the sun roof of lexus coupeЂ™s
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is AinЂ™t no amateurs here, I damage and tear
McЂ™s fear me, they too near not to hear me Clearly, IЂ™m the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play gorilla, when you ainЂ™t no killer
The gatЂ™s 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 Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable