Its cold outside 
Uh, uh, its cold outside
Bad boy, bad boy
Uh, yeah
Its cold outside
Whats going on?
What ya throwin on?
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Biggie Smalls, who you represent?
The Brooklyn clique
Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick
Represent them thugs
Not them shearling rugs
Leathers that fasten
Sean Combs be lasting
1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight
Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face
Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose
So no-one be seeing them thugs thats demeaning
The flavors in the city, its a pity
Them other damn jackets dont fit me
They just plain itty bitty
Why cant a big guy stay fly?
Listen up, Polo Grounds down to Bed-Stuy
Stay fly in that Brooklyn Mint
And heres the main reason
Sitting in that jacket, man I know you be freezing
Flavors in the vest
Bulletproof on the chest
Keep the burner on the waist
And still dress to impress
Whats going on?
What ya throwin on?
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Yall should know this rap thing, I got it down to a size
Big goose underneath it, thats the metal appliance
And if we dont bust a cap on you so called gangsters
Dont front, you a little bit scared now, aint ya?
Now this is 05, its a brand new thing
Bout time the rap game crowned a brand new king
I been sitting here squadding on this Tidal belt
When I drive it, watch how my rivals felt
Its the second coming of Black, so run and get your raps
And do a couple of dips, and run a few laps
I stay in first place with the style of a Lear
If you try to battle the kid you really gon need a
Whole crew, not 2 man, 3 or 4
You gon lead the whole posse, a masimore
Even then B, aint no chance for ya
You fucking round with the rap gargantuans
Bad Boy, man easy pimp
When Im dishing out the pain nobody exempt
You was good til your scam uncovered
Who the man in fatigues with the blicky?
Thats the god, belove it
And he cold like a bitchs heart
Yeah he cold and ridges hard
You dont want beef? Shit, dont start, man
Its B. Rob, Im taking it back
D got Kim with the product, we cookin crack
Whats going on?
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Pop off till Im hard and grey
Imma even see Al Green get shot down like Marvin Gaye
No disrespect, pardon me
Lotta dudes got locked down but few had heart to stay
Puff couldnt take Marphs demay
Sit your five-dollar ass before I make change, stay in your lane
Cause only champs sip on pain
You the type to like Piña Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
Biggie Smalls, who you represent?
The Brooklyn clique
Where the boots is tied tight, and the jackets is thick
Represent them thugs
Not them shearling rugs
Leathers that fasten
Sean Combs be lasting
1x to 5x, so no need for lost weight
Affordable, way more cheaper than the North Face
Flavors in the bubble-goose, so let your trouble loose
So no-one be seeing them thugs thats demeaning
Whats going on?
What ya throwin on?
Whats going on?
What ya throwin on?
Whats going on?
What ya throwin on?
Whats going on?
What ya throwin on?
Whats going on?
What ya throwin on?