Another day in the ghetto 
One look outside I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two 
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin to do
Uhh, I'm [bad word] by a phone ring {*brrrrring*}
Sometimes I wish I never got the [bad word] thing
Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?
Yo who dis? Taisha Yo call back, I'm busy
Why don'tcha hit me on the box a little later
Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator
Steps out it's the same old scene 
Dopefiend, crackfiend, eyewitness news team
I seen a honey with a butt lookin butter soft
I know she looks much better with them clothes up off
Sittin all thick, with [bad word] red lipstick {*SMACK*}
That's the one I gotta get with

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Why you wanna get with me?
Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Why you wanna get with me?
Cause you got a big B-U-T, T

She said If I get witchu 
I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew
Whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a livin
My name ain't November, this ain't Thanksgivin
You aint Michael Bivins
Mack it up flip [bad word] it down
Do me baby, I ain't down
My name ain't Tupac I don't Get Around
You hittin this [bad word]  how that sound?
Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
That's my Neneh Cherry [bad word]  I got somethin slicker
Let me just sip up on this liquor
All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic
Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on 
this Biggie Smalls phonics, 102
How to squeeze 22's in them Reeboks shoes, HUH?

I said walk me upstairs, cause I forgot my Phillies
She said I don't care, just dont be actin silly
I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore rap
And it wouldn't take a second 'fore I had her on her back
Foolin with the bra strap, threw on my Silk cd 
cause, I wanna get freaky wit'chou
Lose control on the skins is all I can picture
Now I'm about to hitcha

Uhh.. Lil' Cease.. yo, yo, yo
To all my hoes, respect due
Tamika sorry I left you
Michelle I'm glad I met you
You make the head feel special
Now I know it's official
That I can touch and tease you
Pull up my pants and diss you
And hit the door you came through
Its Cease-a-Lee, a.k.a. Mista Nasty
Germany style, these hoes they blast me
One of the chickenhead with  appeal pass me
That's her hands, ankles, feet they ashy
I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes
With long hair, and they [bad word] be right
I get up on that [bad word]  see what that be like
I [bad word] a [bad word] good, if she ask me right, huh