text: Chill Twan, damn man!
  That nigga Big got somethin to say?
  Yo Big, whatchu got to say Big?
  Yeah, yeah
  Special shoutout to my man
  MC Homicide and DJ Fatal
  Twin one and two my man Milk
  My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew
  Yall know how we flow
  And Ima drop it like this yall
  Oh what a feeling! Drivin in my four by four
  Girlies galore, B.I.G. on the door
  Chrome trimming with the smoke tint
  Givin chumps a hint as I count my mint
  Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note
  All from sayin rhymes that B.I.G. wrote
  Blunt, I take a toke, but only if its weed
  Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy
  Pass to D or maybe movin solo
  Never with a skeezer by my side, thats a no-no
  Tell me I aint the flyest nigga that you ever saw
  Live in action, guaranteed raw!
  Whos coming through? Yall know who! 
  Bed-Stuy Brooklyn where this rapper was originated
  Your rhymes aint shit; they must be constipated
  Many awaited the heavyset brother from Fulton Street
  To drop a rhyme to a funky beat
  Expellin MCs as if I was at Sarah J
  Or boys and girls at any school around the way
  Opponents, pupils, but Im the principal
  Hard to beat, damn near invisible
  Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life
  Makin money smoking mics like crack pipes
  Flippin bombs, stayin calm, givin my people my palm
  And sayin rhymes is an opium bomb
  Yes its me, the B.I.G
  Competition ripper ever since 13
  Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief
  Until I started hustlin on Fulton Street
  Makin loot, knockin boots on the regular
  Pass the microphone Im the perfect competitor
  Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
  Chumps steppin to me, thats where they took a fall at!
  B.I.G. without burner, thats unheard of
  I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
  Quick to smother a punk motherfucker
  Undercover, word to mother, Im above ya
  And I love ya cause youre a sweet bitch
  A crazy crab, ya might make my dick itch
  I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
  B.I.G. is a born, trooper
  Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
  Stay dipped and Im not a booster
  So whatcha got to say? This mackin word is bond
  Theres no other assumption, I got it goin on
  Im not conceited, my friends tell me this
  Even my mother be noddin her head to this
  Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
  Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd
  Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
  Live in action, guaranteed RAW
  Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya
  As ya follow this yeah, I gave a toast to ya crew
  See, they popped on ya like a kernel
  They didnt realize that the beef was eternal
  Internal injury thats what youre soon to see
  B.I.G. keeps company
  Sometimes in my waist, if Jake come, Im boatin
  Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and
  Ill be floatin to your punk part of town
  Anybody fronting, they better duck down
  Dont get mad cause I grazed ya
  You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick I couldnt get a good hit
  Shit, I was aimin for the melon
  But the kick of my three-pound auto theres no tellin
  Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
  Live in action, guaranteed raw!
  And you dont stop, and you dont stop
  You keep on
  To my man Milk, and Thai
  Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect
  Most definitely
  Sent a shout on