Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G
Lets go
Niggas in my faction dont like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Mannys
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
Muah!, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shits official, only the Feds I fear
Heres a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying
So dont you get suspicious
Im Big dangerous youre just a Likkle Vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success, escalator style
Hold yall breath, I told yall, death controls yall
Big dont fold yall, 
I spit phrases thatll thrill you, 
Youre nobody till somebody kills you 
Do you know where youre going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
Your nobody til somebody kills you
Do you know where youre going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
Your nobody til somebody kills you
Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows
My back dont bend, see papi is my kenfolk
Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke
Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke
Trust me they cant touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses
That carried my niggas, and had the church mothers cursing
Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa
The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing
And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandmas buttons, 
On the flipside, the steel Im gripping
You thought all the floss had me slipping?
Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion, youre nothing
Do you know where youre going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
Your nobody til somebody kills you
Do you know where youre going to?
Just a memory, everybody dying
When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
Your nobody til somebody kills you
Ha ha ha ha ha check out the facade
On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe another short of the arnage
Even as a youth I was loitering the stoop
Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue
I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle
Because Im a provider as long as I am able
This here hughe the most foolish of blues
When I tell my mom the price
She damn near sent me to my room
Its the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S
You dont wanna try nigga, you next uhh
Biggie Duets...
Born Again...
Life After Death...
Legacy lives on..and on, and on
These motherfuckers still cant see you BIG
Shit you aint even here..
Motherfuckers better step their game up..
Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!
Motherfuckers...