B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, yall know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on, flossin
I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit you cant fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didnt cause Im back again
Back with the Big and my newfound friend
Sliding in from the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo hip
Brat and Biggie Smalls...
Aw, shit!
On top of all that, Im so, so remarkable
Flow to make you motherfuckers know
Aint an MC coming close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...
Lay on back , light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want 
Lay on back , light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
I never knew, niggas never had a clue
On who was the king of the street
Four deep in the Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
Nigga, pass that shit like you just dont care
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs
When Im pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga, no human being, Korean or European
Be seein what Big be seein, I leave em peein
In they draws, because Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see
The Notorious B-R-uh-A-T
The raw combination, the destination
Number one tote a gun with no hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her, you got to fuck with me
And well be rapping at your motherfuckin eulogy, so ...
Lay on back, light up the blunts 
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay on back , light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...
I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent them platinum sounds
Now baby, Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didnt find nuthin but truth in the hook
Be a pleasure to wreck with a notorious nigga, ready to die
I jumped in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
And told that nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach, teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, aint no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
We comin mass, his pimpin ass, his glass is full of Moet
The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen—
Lay on back , light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay on back , light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay back, listen to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you want
Get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ... from the heart of College Park
New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go