text: Got Notorious B.I.G. in the house, whats up?
  Aint nothin, love, just chillin, just chillin, you know?
  Aight, whats up, yo, you rolled up here, you know what Im sayin?
  You ready, you ready to rip shit?
  Yeah, I was lookin for them Bronx Zoo brothers, though, you know what Im sayin?
  Junior Mafias in the house
  We gon go like this, yo, here we go
  Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
  When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared
  No, Im not the stick up man
  I dont want the rings on your hand, I dont understand
  When I come through the avenue, I must know voodoo
  Cause all eyes are on you know who
  And my so-called friends beg for еnds for me to lend
  But this bank roll they wont spеnd
  I dont need em, let the welfare feed em
  When they come to Whats up?, the peace sign is how I greet em
  Sometimes they wont get that
  Sweatin me for some chit-chat, bite my lyric like a Kit-Kat
  Open your eyes and realize aint no sugar in my tank
  Out of all my friends, theres just one I wanna thank
  My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
  That good things come to those who wait
  And we waited through the suffering and pain
  And bitches ride the dick like the A Train
  Thats why I flip, keep a burner to my hip
  Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip
  Stay dipped, take out of state trips
  Dont drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip
  Ima skippa, like a captain
  Rapping is my specialty and the best is me
  So the restll see B.I.G. dont need no practice
  Im like a sharpshooter, shoot the needle off a cactus
  Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
  I completely defeat the weak
  Even the strong dont last long
  Cause Im Brooklyn born, baby bro
  Im not a paper gangster of no sort
  I do smoke Newports, when I get stressed, I grab my vest
  Put a MC to the test, quick, especially if he talk slick
  About who he flipped and whipped
  I trip up competition, name a cross who stepped to the big boss
  You know of course they took a loss
  Stepping to Big and the Hitman 50 Grand
  Like sinkin in quicksand, you need a hand, my man
  Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
  When I said, Chill, I wasnt saying LLs rhyme
  I was telling ya not to tear up
  Cause he will rip up, Im telling ya not to erupt
  Cause hes just as corrupt as a DJ should be
  50 Grand, and Im the B.I.G. 
  In full effect