And ya dont stop, hit it!
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared
Why? Im not the stick-up man
I dont want the rings on your hand, I dont understand
When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo
Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh!
And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend
But this bankrolls they wont spend
I dont need em, let the welfare feed em
When it come to wassup the peace sign is how I greet em - uh
Sometimes they wont get that, sweating me for some chit-chat
Bite my lyrics like kit-kats
Open your eyes, realize aint no sugar in my tank
Out of all my friends, theres just one I want to thank
My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
And weve waited through the suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
Thats why I flip
Keep a burner to my hip
Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip
Stay dip, take out of state trips
Dont drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip
Im a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my specialty
And the best is me, so the rest will see
B.I.G. dont need to practice
Im like a sharpshooter shoot the needle off a cactus
Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
I completely defeat the weak - uh
Even the strong dont last long
Cause Im Brooklyn born, bay-bro
Im not a paper gangster of no sort, dont smoke Newports
When I get stressed I grab my vest
Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick about who we flipped then whipped
I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss
You know, of course, they took a loss
Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand
Like sinkin in quicksand, ya need a hand my man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said chill, I wasnt sayin LL rhyme
I was telling ya not to flare up
Hes about to tear up, Im telling you not to erupt
Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh
50 Grand, and Im the BIG
Mister Cee..
Yo, here we go here we go here we go here we go here we go motherfucker here we go
Can ya withstand this kind of a man
Gettin in your ass like sand
But this aint a date at the beach lil each
And every mc in the place check the speech
And ill bet the dough from my show they cant get wit
Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit
Nah nah nah nah nah love. you cant do it like that love. you got to ride that motherfucker you know what Im sayin? you got to riiide that motherfucker
Try to get props on the brother, that pops the most
And clocks the most, drops the most shit like a pigeon
Listen, to the words Im slippin through saliva
Aint a MC liver, Im the rap MacGyver
Doin tricks with my lips so quick
If you blink you would miss the great style of Chris
Dont try to diss, cause I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint
Rappers that think they the joint
Huh, theyll get the point quicker
Faster even, MCs Im leavin until you cant breathin
You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide
Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die
Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya
To let ya know that I can fight before I slayed ya
Call me Chris, this I insist
Anything different will lead to closed fist
A wrap up. you dont wanna get tapped up