To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin kis, making crazy Gs
Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue--take my loot, and Im bagging you
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
Damn, a niggas style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga want to act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
Thats a real nigga for ya
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case Dread want to riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried
Thats a real nigga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say
She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up north, bound first stop for the town
Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill
Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha-Hah! Yo G, pass the buddha
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga
I guess they figure Im paid, I want to get laid
Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
Id rather beat my dick than trick
And if she dont suck, then we dont fuck
Id rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
Yes, flex after two or three Becks
As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
A fly guy? Well fuck it, Im the high guy
From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing
And when Jake come, Im leaving
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
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Ayo B.I.G., whats up, man? Its $hort, man
Heard you in Miami, boy, give me a call
I got some, bitches, man; I got eight bitches
I got some chronic, I got the keys to Lukes crib, nigga That nigga aint gonna be here for two weeks
Hit me up, dude; hit me up
Its $hort, man; its Short
Holla at me, aight