[Intro: DJ Premier scratching]
{Biggie Smalls is the illest}
Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, b******s duckin when B.I.G. be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom f*****
It ain't nuttin, they know B.I.G. be handlin
With the Mac in the act all paneling
Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my d*** 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 f***** polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed yo, unbelievable.
[Break: DJ Premier scratching]
{He's unbelievable}
{Biggie Smalls is the illest}
B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.
Get it? Biggie!
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need sleepin, B.I.G. keep creepin
Bullets heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson A: don't f*** with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack
Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now? Hunt me or be hunted
I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To simmer sautee, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie'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.
[Break]
Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems f***** up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play guerilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat'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
n***** know the steelo, unbelievable.
[Break]
{Biggie Smalls is the illest}
Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, b******s duckin when B.I.G. be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom f*****
It ain't nuttin, they know B.I.G. be handlin
With the Mac in the act all paneling
Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my d*** 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 f***** polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed yo, unbelievable.
[Break: DJ Premier scratching]
{He's unbelievable}
{Biggie Smalls is the illest}
B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.
Get it? Biggie!
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need sleepin, B.I.G. keep creepin
Bullets heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson A: don't f*** with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack
Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now? Hunt me or be hunted
I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To simmer sautee, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie'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.
[Break]
Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems f***** up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play guerilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat'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
n***** know the steelo, unbelievable.
[Break]