[ Jae Millz ] One time for B.I.G Wave a finger front to back I ain't gotta tell you where i'm from, you see it on my cap 501's on my leg Polo men on
(intro) Greetings, earthlings We have now taken over your radioooo..... (b-real) Goin' straight through the hole You ain't got no game I'm breakin'
flesh Disectable satons, crucial to summing quest Less, yes, bust press on the drumpads Caress chest may relieve stress, so Consider the inner outta don't
black we wild flowers Scott La Rock had emm all, I gots the ball And roll a little panthers through these project halls The 3 color flag can't hold my
Spell my name, B O B B Y B O B B Y, Bobby, repeat after me B, B, O, O, B, B, B, B, Y, Y D, D, I, I, G, G, I, I, T, T, A, A, L, L
key, to being the best MC The prophecy, the one and only A timeless masterpiece, I ain't the least I'm the best, cause God said so I'm just trying to express
police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show Ain't a nigga touching mines When you listen to my shit, you don't chew, you don't breathe You
So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
and the high-priced floozie As she walked away, man I couldn't deny Started lying to myself, man she wasn't that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't
place like so Feelin' real calm cool collected and composed She lookin' like "Nigga, whatcha here fo'?" I'm like, "Don't be actin' like I don't be givin
head over here just to map out the scene Ship them things in route to climb walls Infrared vision, ear plugs and all Digital surveillance linked with laptops Express mail it to me can't
't already know your plan To get next to me and possibly sex me Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi Money'll never amount to respect, B And you don't
[Big Sound] Open the box nigga What's next? Who's next? That baby say what I'm sex, NOW relax! Let me, now I want to express Strikin', don't want to tarnish
far from hanging on the block of dough Notorious, they got to know that! Life ain't always what it seems to be Words can't express what you mean to
'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive I'm not a beginner, amateur or local My album is sellin' because of my vocals You know what you need to learn? Old school artists don't
people got they legs broken Record exec found dead, body in Hoboken Autopsy explainin what parts remainin New York police department, the F.B.I. Said this guy wasn't
drawin' flyers The crowd is fat, the people jumpin' over wires The 5 train runnin', the crew comin' down from Dyer Footline express, the last car but we don't
Digest shrimp, stomach pork, your feedback Smoke weed back, butt naked, we don't need that Shut down yo' circuit, watch me, kid Fuckin' work it overtime rhymer Don't