Yeah. [bad word] better know... huh, huh. Lock your windows,
close your doors. Biggie Smalls, huh...yeah.

Verse One:

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
one-to-three, he be home the end of `93
I`m ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
 [bad word] right, my pocket`s looking kind of tight
and I`m stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest

No need for that, just grab the [bad word] gat
The first pocket that`s fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I`m a smoke him yo don`t fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
 [bad word]  you ain`t got to explain [bad word] I`ve been robbin [bad word] since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a [bad word] s sure to die
That`s my word, [bad word] even try to bogart
have his mother singing `It`s so hard...`

Yes, love love you`re [bad word] attitude
because the [bad word] play [bad word] that`s the [bad word] that`s getting screwed
and [bad word] up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I`m dipping up the block and I`m robbing [bad word] too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn`t give [bad word] if you`re pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant

I`m slamming niggaz like Shaquille, [bad word] is real
When it`s time to eat a meal I rob and steal
`cos Mom Duke ain`t giving me [bad word] so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I`m dangerous
Crazier than a bag of [bad word] Angel Dust
When I bust my gat [bad word] take dirt naps
I`m all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

Verse Two:

Big up, big up, it`s a stick up, stick up
and I`m shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Don`t let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
You`re talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don`t be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
`cos when I lick shots the [bad word] is persistent

Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at? [bad word]  pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my [bad word] Biggie got an itchy one grip

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip [bad word] better strip, yeah [bad word] peel
before you find out how blue steel feel

from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter [bad word] don`t have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I`m digging in pockets, [bad word] can`t stop it

Man, [bad word] through I`m taking high school rings too [bad word] get strangled for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I`m taking her door knockers
And if she`s resistant `baka! baka! baka!`

So go get your man [bad word] he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the [bad word] he gonna do?

I hope apologetic or I`m a have to set it
and if I set it the [bad word] won`t forget it

Verse Three:

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the [bad word] C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream `bam! bam!`, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a [bad word] [bad word] in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar

Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...

Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that...
Just get the [bad word] car keys and [bad word] up the block
The [bad word] act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh [bad word]  The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain`t gonna roll up, all they want is [bad word] doughnuts
(So why the [bad word] he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain`t trying to see Central Booking
Oh [bad word]  now he lookin in my face
You better haul [bad word] `cos I ain`t with no [bad word] chase
So lace up