The Notorious B.I.G.
앨범 : Duets : The Final Chapter

Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G
Let's go
Niggas in my faction
don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing
coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny
spendin chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts
my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib
wrap you in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece
nigga decease
Muah may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style
more sicker than yours
Four-four and fifty-four draw
As my pilot steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official
only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue
stop your blood clot crying
The kids the dog
everybody dyin no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous
you're just a Likkle Vicious
As I leave my competition
respirator style
Climb the ladder to success
escalator style
Hold y'all breath I told y'all
death controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all
big don't fold y'all
I spit phrases
that'll thrill you thrill you
You're nobody
till somebody kills you
I don't wanna die
Do you know
where you're going to
Just a memory
everybody dying
When I throw my clip
in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody
till somebody kills you
Do you know
where you're goin to
Just a memory
so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying
death controls y'all
You're nobody
till somebody kills you
Label limbo
I treat it like the wind blows
My back don't bend
see papi is my kenfolk
Spin out the work
as if it's on a ten spoke
Soul benefactor the benz
he made the rims poke
Trust me they can't touch P
in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses
their inspired by the hearses
That carried my niggas
and had the church
mothers cursing
Imagine the glamour
that comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still play
in the snow like Santa
The wrist is rushing
my ears is blushing
And the diamonds in my chain
big as grandma's buttons yes
On the flipside
the steel I'm gripping
You thought all the floss
had me slipping
Think again
blink again let me know
that your bluffing
Lead give permanent concussion
you're nothing
Do you know
where you're going to
Just a memory
everybody dying
When I throw my clip
in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody
till somebody kills you
Do you know
where you're goin to
Just a memory
so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying
death controls y'all
You're nobody
till somebody kills you
Ha ha ha ha ha
check out the facade
On the face of rap
so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib
mean a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe another short
of the arnage
Even as a youth
I was loitering the stoop
Underneath the nose
and the Feds had no clue
I was pushing keys in a V
with no roof
Rich black two big guns
and no coof
Things at the label
well they tend to get unstable
And that pretty much leave
Malice at the table
Or over the stove
with the flame to the ladle
Because I'm a provider
as long as I am able
This here hughe
the most foolish of blues
When I tell my mom the price
She damn near sent me to my room
It's the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S
You don't wanna try nigga
you next uhh
Do you know
where you're going to
Just a memory
everybody dying
When I throw my clip
in the AK
May you rest in peace
Your nobody
till somebody kills you
Do you know
where you're goin to
Just a memory
so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying
death controls y'all
You're nobody
till somebody kills you
Biggie Duets
Born Again
Life After Death
Legacy lives on and on and on
These motherfuckers
still can't see you BIG
Shit you ain't even here
Motherfuckers better step
their game up
Greatest of all time
Greatest of all time
Motherfuckers