I'll visualize the king of Bed Sty Checkin' his daughter, Teana into junior high If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive In 2006, it might sound
B.I.G. My little nasty girl All my women from around world I love my little nasty girl All the ladies if you wit me grab your *** for B.I.G. Uh, Jay
Yo Bigs man, what's wrong, man? You look like you got problems, man Hey, yo man, man, it's this fuckin' bitch, man Shit, I know I ain't 'sposed to have
where you at? D Rockafella Caesar Leo Degenero Bled C, Money SL, uhh B.I.G. is making this cream Bitches always say what the hell does that mean? B
B.I.G.] You must be used to me spendin And all that sweet winin and dinin Well I'm lovin you tonight [Verse 1 - The Notorious B.I.G.] Here's another
Oh fuck me, you black mothafucka Oh fuck me, you black Kentucky Fried Chicken eatin' You mothafuckin' gangsta killin' Mutha fuckin' black mafia ass Muthafuck
Well, but I don't usually" Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G
Hi I'm Voletta Wallace, Biggie's mom I wish to thank you for your kind words You warm gestures and your constant support over the years I also need to
Muthafucka, sometimes you feel like a nut That's what you do What we got here, uh, check it out Here's another one, uh, uh By the Notorious B.I.G. Head
Chill Twan, damn, man That nigga Big got somethin' to say? Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big? Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my man MC Homicide and
ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game tight, Bic that flame right Spell my name right, B I, double G
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh Hah, what, I like this Uhh, uhh, I like this What? Uhh, what? Uhh We push the hottest V's, peel fast through the city Play
on 'em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass screamin', "Don't blast here's the stash A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please" Nigga pullin' mad G
be May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin' With my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin' somethin' You should know my steelo Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G
, a crackhead Kevin In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin' A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon We was king till the G's
Me and her sister had somethin' goin' on Aiyyo, would you listen to me motherfucker? I reach my peak, I can't speak Call my nigga Cheek, tell him that
See, I told you See, I told y'all muh'fuckers Yo, yo, that stupid nigga man I told y'all to stop, he fucked up, yo Time, time for you to die As I kiss
chill I'ma spend that mill and cop only hot shit Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit Lox and B-