[Intro:]

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 robbing [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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 stripped down 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 said 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, getting 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