Uh, this goes out to (Biggie!) you...
And you! And you (Biggie!) And you!
This goes out to (Biggie!) you!
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons. (uh!)
Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan
It′s that rap phenomenon, Don-Dadda!
Fuck Poppa! - You gotto - call me Francis M.H.
White in tank-light totes! - Tote iron!
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit. (uh-huh!)
Who′s next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The most shady! (Tell em!) - Frankie baby!
Ain't no tellin' where I may 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's a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen befo′,
So - Jesus, get off the Notorious'
Penis; before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us - we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot - like a kettle get!
You′re delicate, you better get,
Who sent ya? - You still pedal shit!
I got more rides than Great Adventure! - Biggie! ("How are you gonna do it? ")
Kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four!
All you heard was: "Poppa don't hit me no more! "
Kick in the door; wavin′ the .four-four!
All you heard was: "Poppa don′t hit me no more! "
Kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four!
All you heard was: "Poppa don′t hit me no more! " (Biggie!)
Kick in the door; wavin' the .four-four! (uh-huh!)
All you heard was: (uh!) "Poppa don′t hit me no more! "
On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death. (uh!)
Should I start your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask: "Why? "
Lyrically, I'm worser! - Don′t front the word sick
You cursed it - but rehearsed it!
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get! - Stuck quickly for royalties and show money!
Don't forget the publishin - I punish 'em (uh!) I′m done with them (uh-huh!)
Son, I′m surprised you run with them!
I think they got come in them! - Cause they - nothin' but dicks
Tryna blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks!
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that′s sick!
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click!
Take trips to Cairo, layin' with yo bitch
I know you prayin′ you was rich, fuckin' prick! - When I see ya I′m a...
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the "King Of NY".
Fuck that! - Why try? Throw bleach in your eye!
Now ya Braille in it! - Stash that light shit - or scalin' it!
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than - Johnson and Johnson!
Tote steel like Bronson. - vigilante!
You wanna get on son. - You need to ask me!
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings,
Nothing but my chil′ren; one shot, they disappearin′! (uh!)
It's I′ll when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit,
Took home! - +Ready To Die+, listened, studied shit!
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight. - Fragilly, my .9 milly, make the white shake! That′s why my money never funny! And you still recoupin'! - Stupid!