Yall know who the fuck I be B-I-G- to tha Capital C Smokin trees Payin fees servin to tha block naw that crack rock talkin straight mary jane the type shit you put in a picture frame Wangin that shit when i come down the street cuz im elite MAKIN LITTLE BITCHES FLEE ON FEET Look in the paper under my name it states murder for hire but muthafucka u jus fuel to my damn fire! Fat spliffs, Mosh pits to Big Tits I be lookin for those on a daily base Runnin up on me catch a fuckin baseball bat to tha face \t\t Alright Stop n let me get a flow Ima have my fuckin dough growin like your Fro Drop a bill on that blow Cuz round here this is where we put it down Ill smack that fuckin smile to a frown I smoke the best herb Swervin on tha curb Time to pick up a brick and head to the suburbs Make me some cash to just afford that hash, theres that nigga! BEAT HIS ASS!!! Little blondies is what I like naw not that fat dyke Roll that Spliff, Take a sniff Take a fitty hit, and calm ur nerves a lil bit