text: Its Bad Boy bitch
  Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G
  Lets go
  Niggas in my faction dont like asking questions
  Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
  Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
  Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Mannys
  Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
  Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets
  Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
  Muah!, may you rest in peace
  With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
  Four-four, and fifty-four draw
  As my pilot, steers my Leer
  Yes my dear shits official, only the Feds I fear
  Heres a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
  The kids, the dog, everybody dyin, no lying
  So dont you get suspicious
  Im Big dangerous youre just a Likkle Vicious
  As I leave my competition, respirator style
  Climb the ladder to success, escalator style
  Hold yall breath, I told yall, death controls yall
  Big dont fold yall, 
  I spit phrases thatll thrill you, 
  Youre nobody till somebody kills you 
  Do you know where youre going to?
  Just a memory, everybody dying
  When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
  Your nobody til somebody kills you
  Do you know where youre going to?
  Just a memory, everybody dying
  When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
  Your nobody til somebody kills you
  Label limbo, I treat it like the wind blows
  My back dont bend, see papi is my kenfolk
  Spin out the work, as if its on a ten spoke
  Soul benefactor the benz, he made the rims poke
  Trust me they cant touch P, in one touchie
  Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
  Admire the verses, their inspired by the hearses
  That carried my niggas, and had the church mothers cursing
  Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow
  Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa
  The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing
  And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandmas buttons, 
  On the flipside, the steel Im gripping
  You thought all the floss had me slipping?
  Think again, blink again let me know that your bluffing
  Lead give permanent concussion, youre nothing
  Do you know where youre going to?
  Just a memory, everybody dying
  When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
  Your nobody til somebody kills you
  Do you know where youre going to?
  Just a memory, everybody dying
  When I throw my clip in the AK, may you rest in peace
  Your nobody til somebody kills you
  Ha ha ha ha ha check out the facade
  On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
  A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
  Bentley coupe another short of the arnage
  Even as a youth I was loitering the stoop
  Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue
  I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
  Rich, black, two big guns and no coof
  Things at the label, well they tend to get unstable
  And that pretty much leave Malice at the table
  Or over the stove with the flame to the ladle
  Because Im a provider as long as I am able
  This here hughe the most foolish of blues
  When I tell my mom the price
  She damn near sent me to my room
  Its the M-A-L-I-C-I-O-U-S
  You dont wanna try nigga, you next uhh
  Biggie Duets...
  Born Again...
  Life After Death...
  Legacy lives on..and on, and on
  These motherfuckers still cant see you BIG
  Shit you aint even here..
  Motherfuckers better step their game up..
  Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!
  Motherfuckers...