(Verse One) 

Relax and take note 
While I take totes of the marijuana smoke 
Throw you in choke 
Gun smoke gun smoke 
Biggie Smalls for mayor 
The rap slayer the hooker layer  [bad word] say your prayers 
(Hail Mary full of grace) 
Smack the [bad word] in her face 
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back 
Jab her if she act 
Funny wit the money 
Oh you got me mistakin honey 
I don't wanna rap ya 
I just want the paper 
The Visa capisha 
I'm out like the vapors 
Who's the one the call mister macho 
The head honcho 
Swift fist like camacho 
I got so 
Much style I should be down wit the stylistics 
Make up to break up 
Niggas need to wake up 
Smell the indonesia beat you to a ceasure 
Then [bad word] your mom hit them skins to amnesia 
She don't remember [bad word] just the two hits 
Her hittin the floor and me hittin the [bad word] 
Suckin on her [bad word] 
Had the hooker beggin for the [bad word] 
And your moms ain't ugly love my [bad word] got rock quick 
I guess I was [bad word] of House of Pain and Bobby Brown 
I was humpin around and jumpin around 
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man 
She said B-I-then I bust in her E-Y-

Yo Big your dead wrong 
(I don't care what nobody say) 
Your dead wrong 
(I don't care what nobody say) 
Your dead wrong 
(I don't care what nobody say) 
We gotta do things right 

(X2) 
The weaker the strong 
Who got it goin on 
Your dead wrong 

(Verse Two) 

The pain I inflict 
Like a convict 
????????????????? vigor 
Jump in my Acura Vigor after I stick ya 
Rip ya like razor straight up henny wit no chasa 
Watch me erase ya misplace ya 
Put ya in the back wit the derelects 
Yeah I pop plenty [bad word] 
Chump i'm makin hits 
No time for that crack rockin [bad word] 
Took you to another level 
Now i'm gettin crazy pates 
Gettin paid from the devil 
Another amatuer tryna damage the pedigree 
Of the B-I-G-G-I-you know its me 
Hoes I thought you knew i'm smooth as a baby's [bad word] 
Smooth as Teddy Pentergras 
Smoke the grass get in ya [bad word] 
The Brooklyn born teflon don 
Reckin shop 
Gettin props provin nobody drops 
Words as potent as the blunt smokin Bed Stuy bandit 
And niggas just can't understand it 
I bust a cap for my brothers in [bad word] and Clinton 
You know my [bad word] is hittin 
Yeah ya'll the fly [bad word] Biggie Smalls 
Kickin flavor make a [bad word] dig up in they draws 
For the burn that catch your body 
I got styles like karate 
Jujitsu when I hit you 
Then I split you like a cantaloupe 
Hope you gotta rope to hang yourself 
I rhyme for self 
From Brooklyn where else 
Back like a Lexus coop i'll rip your troup 
Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop 
What you think i'm stupid [bad word] 
My crew is mad deep 
I hope you niggas sleep 
 [bad word]