Well, who is Biggie Smalls?
Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect
Got my DJ Fifty Grand in the house, you know what Im saying
Ima nice long rhyme on this funky track
You know how we get down, yo
Shake your head and say damn 
When the words from Big-man
Explode like an ash-can
While DJ Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga?
Introducing the supreme Bigga, nigga!
Yes, its the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out ya brain
Break your back bone
Send ya back home
Back to the wack zone
Try to underrate the heavy weight
But when I dominate, you couldn’t wait to play me on your tape
Press rewind, maybe two times or three times
Here to rhyme, to blind your mind like Moonshine
Biggie Smalls got bitches in Brazil, boy
Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy
The complete opposite of a kill-joy
Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill, boy
Niggas run up, they say Big, I wanna battle ya!
I think I could burn ya! from where, Attica?
Look at you, youre shaking like a pair of dice!
And when I rip ya, rob ya, roast ya then youll say Im trice!
Man, dont try to gas me or juice me
Smoke you like a loosie
I pack a MAC, you pack a deuce-deuce, G
So press up
Before you messed up
Thats your best luck
The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4
And the tag on your toe will read Derelict
Pass the blunt, I take a hit
Pass the drink, I take a sip
Pass the skins, I take a dip
Pass my loot, before I flip
Man, brother, man, brother man!
I thought you knew the pedigree of the B.I.G
Cut emcees like lumberjacks cutting trees
Rip microphones like Freddy rip kids
Like car rigs do bids
My burners always there
To the back, to the side, to the front
Smoke a blunt, break ya like Ivana broke Trump
You little young chump
Yeah, reach for your gun
Make sure you get done
Be a ghost like Michael Landon
And the rhyme keeps flowing
Like the rabbit with the drum, I keep going and going
And showing MCs how to flow, yo
I smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
Be slow bro!
Slow down before you get slowed down, quick!
Which burner you wanna get hit with, pick!
Im the wrong nigga to be fucking with
So sit back and admit, Biggie Smalls got that hype shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Lyric enhancement is a must
Thats why I bust
Dope raps like a burner bust caps
Im used to making tracks
Thats why my rap sounds like that
I get my props and all my pats on the back
B-I, double G-I-E Smalls
Who the nigga in the place? Watch him fall
Check all the pockets for some loot
Take the girl, knock the boots
If shes cute, Im the pimp, shes the prostitute
Hey! Sippin on the heineken
Aint a rapper finer than
The B.I.G and Fifty Grand
Suckers better try again
Before you get lifted and twisted
You better smoke a spliff, kid Im gifted
Fill it to the tip, with the dope shit
Nigga, fifty-shot clip to my hip
Skip to my lou, special shout-outs to my crew
Fifty Grand and the OGB flucture through
Im dynamite, out of sight on the mic
Three and two, Frank got ya sleeping with the night light
So wake up and smell the coffee
Youre nothing but a softie
Rappers screaming Biggie, get off me!
Dont have me go off, G
Cause Im just lukewarm
And Im not the type to toot my own horn
But uh, toot toot!
I take my timbo boots
And just lose it
You fucking piece of bowel movement!
My tec got a long clip
Biggie Smalls got the hype shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Yo, special shout outs to Junior M.A.F.I.A, yall know what time it is
My man Fifty Grand, and his man
Ayo, my man Big O in the house, you know what Im sayin
Recognize the pedi, that OGB in full effect
Im out