Verse One:
  
  Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
  Representin BK to the fullest
  Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
  Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
  It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin
  with the mac in the Ac' door paneling
  Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
  Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe
  Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
  And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
  Get smoked like dutches from the master
  Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
  Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dots
  Who rock the spot? Biggie!
  You know how the weed yo, unbelievable
  
  Verse Two:
  
  B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.
  Get it? Biggie
  Also known as the bon appetit
  Rappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin
  Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
  Dumb rappers need teachin
  Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack
  Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now
  Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways
  To summer sautee, I'm the winner all day
  Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
  My forte causes caucausians to say
  He sounds demented, car-weed scented
  If I said it, I meant it
  Bite my tongue for no-one
  Call me evil, or unbelievable
  
  Verse Three:
  
  Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's
  Leave no witnesses, what you think this is
  Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
  MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
  Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
  One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
  It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
  Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
  The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
  Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
  And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
  Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable