Hold up, shut this shit down
Its goin down baby, Funk Flex
We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee
Cause you know how the fuck I get down!
Big dog, pitbull status nigga!
Yeah..
Youre now enterin the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, representin
This one goin out to Brooklyn, yall know what time it is
Its goin out to all the gangsters
All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches
Yall know what time it is.. so this what I want yall to do
I want yall to grab yall Dutch Masters
And yall White Owls and yall Phillies.. mmm!
Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back
Gon do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin all day, everyday
And all you other tape niggas, and bootleggers, stay in the house
Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
So any time youre ready Mister Cee
We gon get hardcore on these homos
Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore
Uhh, representin
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uhh, check it, huh
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggas say Im pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
If I was pussy Id be filled with syphillis
Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya
Got it locked like the penitentiary
Niggas mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin?
The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?
Jack Dempsey would start shakin
All its takin, is some marijuana and Im makin
MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Backspins to windmill, whos still the gin drinker
Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink, uhh
Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666
Holocaust, Big the merciless
Niggas press they luck-and they get a buttfuck-in
Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash
And I dont fuck wit the condoms
The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed
Diseases, Big pleases, MCs across the seas
Its just the way I clutch my prey, hey
Im crazy and deranged
Blowin niggas out the frame, simple and plain
But gettin back, to the black, rhinocerous of rap
Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?
Recognize.. notorious Biggie Smalls, ninety-four, Ready to Die
Yall niggas hold yall heads
Mister Cee, set it off baby-pop..
{Funk Flex scratches the end}