Chill Twan, damn man!
That nigga Big got somethin to say?
Yo Big, whatchu got to say Big?
Yeah, yeah
Special shoutout to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal
Twin one and two my man Milk
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew
Yall know how we flow
And Ima drop it like this yall
Oh what a feeling! Drivin in my four by four
Girlies galore, B.I.G. on the door
Chrome trimming with the smoke tint
Givin chumps a hint as I count my mint
Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note
All from sayin rhymes that B.I.G. wrote
Blunt, I take a toke, but only if its weed
Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy
Pass to D or maybe movin solo
Never with a skeezer by my side, thats a no-no
Tell me I aint the flyest nigga that you ever saw
Live in action, guaranteed raw!
Whos coming through? Yall know who! 
Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated
Your rhymes aint shit; they must be constipated
Many awaited the heavyset brother from Fulton Street
To drop a rhyme to a funky beat
Expellin MCs as if I was at Sarah J
Or boys and girls at any school around the way
Opponents, pupils, but Im the principal
Hard to beat, damn near invisible
Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life
Makin money smoking mics like crack pipes
Flippin bombs, stayin calm, givin my people my palm
And sayin rhymes is an opium bomb
Yes its me, the B.I.G
Competition ripper ever since 13
Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief
Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street
Makin loot, knockin boots on the regular
Pass the microphone Im the perfect competitor
Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
Chumps steppin to me, thats where they took a fall at!
B.I.G. without burner, thats unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
Quick to smother a punk motherfucker
Undercover, word to mother, Im above ya
And I love ya cause youre a sweet bitch
A crazy crab, ya might make my dick itch
I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
B.I.G. is a born, trooper
Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
Stay dipped and Im not a booster
So whatcha got to say? This mackin word is bond
Theres no other assumption, I got it goin on
Im not conceited, my friends tell me this
Even my mother be noddin her head to this
Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
Live in action, guaranteed RAW
Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya
As ya follow this yeah, I gave a toast to ya crew
See, they popped on ya like a kernel
They didnt realize that the beef was eternal
Internal injury thats what youre soon to see
B.I.G. keeps company
Sometimes in my waist, if Jake come, Im boatin
Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and
Ill be floatin to your punk part of town
Anybody fronting, they better duck down
Dont get mad cause I grazed ya
You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldnt get a good hit
Shit, I was aimin for the melon
But the kick of my three-pound auto theres no tellin
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
Live in action, guaranteed raw!
And you dont stop, and you dont stop
You keep on
To my man Milk, and Thai
Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect
Most definitely
Sent a shout on