Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
Niggas now whos the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the Glock check your pockets
And your sock its just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em thoroughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggas dont make no moves
When Im slingin in the hood I dont fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swingin days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci boots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggas better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get Gs
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
Im under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
Thinkin niggas after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police dont want to see me stackin Gs
They after a playa but I wont let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
I cant sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams 
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my lifes in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 thats what the fame does
Im probably wrong but Ill never know it till Im gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
Before the penitentiary