B Side, B side, ha ha...
Check it...
So So Def...
Bad Boy...
Collaboration... 
The Notorious B.I.G. in the house...
We got Da Brat in the house... 
And me, ha...
Yall know who I be...
Check it 
I got beats and beats that you love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what, I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your deck, cause your
Correct way to get your groove on
Flossed
And I paid the costs, to be the boss as a kid
Now I be the one that you cant mess with
They thought luck did it, but it didnt cause Im back again
Back with the B.I.G. and my new found friend
Slidin in from the front, never way behind
You tryin to figure how I came with this style of mine, remain
In your seats as I release the clip
Into your hip
Brat and Biggie Smalls
Aw shit
On top of all that, Im So, So
Remarkable flow, making competition know
Aint an MC coming close to The
Notorious B.I.G., baby baby 
Lay all night 
Everybody just, Lay all night 
I never knew that you never had a clue
On who was the king of the street
Four deep in a Range Rover jeep
Guns under the seat
And my man just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
Now Biggie pass whats lit like you just dont care
Yeah, youre on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs
When Im pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist, baby
No human being, Korean or European
Be seein, what Big be seein, I leave em peein
In they drawers, because Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak
Brat-tat-tat, please speak
Just close your eyes, cause you already see 
The Notorious B.R.A.T
The raw combination, destination
Number one tote a gun with no hestiation
Live with the Funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you mess with her, you got to mess with me
And well be rapping at your eulogy, baby 
Lay all night 
Uh ay ay, Lay all night 
Ha ha
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak
I got the
Funk in my pocket, keep it locked down
The soldier you know who represent them, platinum sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didnt find nothin but truth
In the hook be a pledging to wreck
With a notorious hustler Ready To Die, I
Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit, So So Def
And told the homey JD I was the one above the rest, we
Funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach teachin me, how to really survive
Whether it be, track or blunt, aint no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted
Knucka
We comin mass, his pimpin ass
His glass is full of Moet, the Rolex is
Bar-bayed, parkade
B to the R-A-T
Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen
Lay all night 
Uh uh give it what you want give it what you want, Lay all night 
Oh yeah haha uh uh uh
Lay back
Listen to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you want
Get out your lighters, huh
We be the rhyme writers
Starters
Hardest
From the heart of College Park, New York
Chicago
Wherever you wanna go