text: Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
  Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
  Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
  Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
  Put you in the back with the derelicts
  Yeah, I pop plenty shit
  Chump, Im making hits
  No time for the crack rock and shit
  Took it to another level
  Now Im getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
  Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
  Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know its me
  Hoes, I thought you know Im smooth as a babys ass
  Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
  The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
  Getting props, proving nobody drops
  Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
  And niggas just cant understand it
  I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
  You know my shit is hitting
  Yeah, yall, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
  Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers
  For the burner, catch a body
  I got styles like karate
  Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
  Like a cantaloupe
  Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
  I rob for self; from Brooklyn, where else?
  Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop
  Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop
  What you think, Im stupid?
  My crew is mad deep
  I hope you niggas sleep
  I throw a bomb through your window
  Burn you up and your ho
  I catch your mama going to therapy and cut her throat
  Your little sister walking home from school
  I abduct her, then I fuck her
  I hit your park close up with the Louisville Slugger
  B.G.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherfucker
  I was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters
  Cluckers, you know I got em, two for one, my nigga
  Im on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
  Thugging is my thing; if Im beefing, Im banging
  Slanging, its in my nature, gotta be about my paper
  Haters, I dont like em; bitches, I dont trust em
  Niggas, I cant stand em, I creep down and pluck em
  Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine
  Niggas trying to pull it off, pop, goes the nine
  Thats how it got to be in these uptown streets
  And a nigga like me, I play the game for keeps
  I remember when niggas slang heroin up in balloons
  I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons
  Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, bitch
  Want some old nigga? Fuck with me, Imma do em, shit
  Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but dont respect him
  Put my foot in their rectum right after I dome checked em
  I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey
  Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
  Everybody whisper in ears when they gonna mention me
  I been out doing it for years--since elementary
  Real good relationship with guns and drugs
  Because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs
  Everything is my own shit cause I dont fuck with scrubs
  I dont need you harassing me when Im up in the club
  Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub
  Quarter, kis, and halfs is what I sling, cause thats what I love
  I know you bitches know that I aint to be played with
  Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
  They die quick, fucking with Turk, wodie get whacked
  Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back
  And trust that, aint bout to let no nigga steal me
  Fuck that, I bust back with a .223
  Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
  Innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split
  Na, Na, its iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy
  Come from under my shirts and flipem and reverseem
  Im coming so alert them
   fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting
  You havent seen the worst and
  Im right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
  Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
  Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
  I aint got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what
  Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
  Juvenile, Lil Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
  Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
  And we wont stop, get money niggas