Mic Check
Bigger than Fred Wreck
Uh, Check it out
Uh, Check it out
It dont stop, It dont stop
Watch the hit, Nigga
It dont stop, It dont stop
Watch the hit, Nigga

Big Poppa, Throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking Spliffs, Disappear With my Bitch
In a Mitsubishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Blood Ill spill true
Did i say Thank you
I grant you
Three wishes, cause i be the Genie
Niggas is Ass out
Like Fat Bitches in Bikinis
Read Between the lines
See what i see
I see the diary
Of a Sick Bastard
Junior M.A.F.I.A Blaster
Rugers on the hips
Bought Coke to Flip Chips
More Bullets to Fill Clips, Check it
Putting coke in corner store Bodegas
In the back room playing SEGA, Street Fighter 2
Im inviting you
Get your writing crew, and They Dopest rhymes
I get up in that Ass, Every time
Lyrically, Im Untouchable, Uncrushable
Getting Mad blunted in a 600
Benz, Ask your friends whos the Illest licking shot
Niggas screaming, Biggie Smalls, Tried to kill us
It dont stop, It dont stop
Watch the hip, Nigga
It dont stop, It dont stop
Watch the hip, Nigga
Junior M.A.F.I.A, Representing Bucktown
Mac-11 Cocked back, Niggas better duck down
Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream
Earrings the drama Biggie Bring
Lets get it