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Check the pain I inflict, like a convict the Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah, I pop plenty s***
Chump, I'm making hits, no time for the crack rock and s***
Took it to another level
Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
Of the B I G G I E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop
Getting props, proving nobody drops
Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
And n****s just can't understand it
I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock
And Clinton, you know my s*** is hitting
Yeah ya'll a fly n****, Biggie Smalls
Kicking flavor, make a n**** wanna dig up in they drawers
For the burner, catch a body, I got styles like karate
Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you like a cantaloupe
Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self from Brooklyn, where else?
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae could get the scoop
What you think I'm stupid, my crew is mad deep
I hope you n****s sleep
I throw a bomb through you window
Burn you up and your h**
I catch your mama going to therapy
And cut her throat
You lil' sister walking home from school
I abduct her, then I f*** her
I hit ya park close up with the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the h*****, ignorant motherf***er
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my n****
I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my n****, come on
Thuggin' is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm bangin'
Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper
Haters, I don't like 'em, b****es, I don't trust 'em
N****s, I can't stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em
Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine
N****s trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine
That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets
And a n**** like me, I play the game for keep
I remember when n****z slang heroin up in balloons
I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons
Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room B****
On some ol' n**** f*** wit me I'ma do 'em s***
N**** give me dope, I accept it but don't respect him
Put my foot in they rectum right after I dome check 'em
I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennessey
Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me
I been out doing it for years, since elementary
Real good relationship with guns and drugs
Because my whole neighborhood consist of crook and thugs
Everything is my own s*** cause I don't f*** with scrubs
I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club
Trying to hustle a n****, asking me for a dub
Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling â€~cause that's what I love
I know you b****es know that I ain't to be played with
Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
They die quick, f***in' with Turk, wodie get whacked
Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back
And trust that, ain't 'bout to let no n**** steal me
F*** that, I bust back with 223
Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
Innocent people move 'cause somebody fix'n to get split
Na, na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy
Come from under my shirts and flip 'em and reverse 'em
I'm coming so alert them â€~fore I hurt them, Desert Eagle bursting
You haven't seen the worst
And I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
I ain't got bricks dog, n**** break it off, what
Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
And we won't stop, get money n****s