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 Centra