[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
What I’mma hit you with you [bad word] better duck

[Verse 1]
I’m a bull in a china shop, watch how the uzi spit
Who we with, bros with hammers and they like too legit
I ain’t got any time for your foolishness
Raw raps from the same place where the Kufi sits
He the mo [bad word] always sippin’ goose and [bad word] Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and [bad word] The left hand is what I give you the contusions with
The right hand is where I write all of [bad word] [bad word] Survival of the fit on my Lil' Boosie [bad word] My hands are made of stone cut from that Medusa [bad word] Big gold chains, we was on that dookie [bad word] Still roll with the kids I stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face so [bad word] the music [bad word] The [bad word]  Hollywood movie [bad word] Y'all are weird, y'all on that Lollapalooza [bad word] Let the beard grow Alhamdulelah, Sofi [bad word] Y’all are scared when I step inside the booth and [bad word] Cuttin’ mo [bad word] cell roll on that sushi [bad word] Y’all are cowards, y’all’ll only talk [bad word] [bad word] This a Haitian ritual, I’m on my voodoo [bad word] 
[Hook: Samples]
Find out who’s the realest (Vinnie)
Rock it not quick
What I’mma hit you with you [bad word] better duck

[Verse 2]
Death before dishonor, tiger blood y’all are fake
I let the 4.5 blocka blocka rob his cake
Dead Sea overlook the view from inside a grave
The dictionary definition of dominate
Ya'll weak Germantown brown lord, lots of shake,
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape
You a [bad word]  security guard lock the gates
The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
I’m tryin’ to make the same money that Madonna make
Eyes never lie, I’m surprised that you not with Jake
Rhymes and one tape, record an album in an hour straight
You a pile of waste, I see a sucker and salivate
Cutting [bad word] of, time to consolidate
thousand pounds of weight’ll force your heart to palpitate
It’s Armageddon for you [bad word]  lock the date
Any [bad word] I meet means that I’mma copulate
My revolution will be met with Peter Tosh’s fate
That’s the reason that the God is tryin’ to populate
connoisseur, I can tell you how the vodka taste
The 4.5 lift you, sent you into outer space