text: Bad Boy baby
   Yeah
  Yeah
  Junior M.A.F.I.A
  Yeah
   Yeah
  B.I.G. 2000
  B.I.G. 2000 Born Again
  Come on
  Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy
  The weak or the strong
  Who got it goin on?
  Youre dead wrong
  The weak or the strong
  Who got it goin on?
  Youre dead wrong
  Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
  Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
  Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
  The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers
  Hail Mary, full of grace
  Smack the bitch in the face, take her Gucci bag
  And the North Face off her back, jab her if she act
  Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken, honey
  I dont wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
  The Visa, kapeesha? Im out like The Vapors
  Whos the one you call Mr. Macho
  The head honcho, swift fist like Camacho
  I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics
  Make up to break up Niggas need to wake up
  Smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure
  Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
  She dont remember shit, just the two hits
  Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit
  Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging for the dick
  And your moms aint ugly, love, my dick got rock quick
  I guess I was a combination of House Of Pain and Bobby Brown
  I was Humpin Around and Jump-in Around
  Jacked her then I asked her, Whos the man? She said, B-I-G
  Then I bust in her E-Y-E 
  Repeat Chorus Twice
  Theres several different levels to Devil worshippin: horses heads
  Human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism
  Animals having sex with em, camels, mammals and rabbits
  But I dont get into that, I kick the habit, I just
  Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
  And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
  I got a lion in my pocket, Im lyin
  I got a nine in my pocket, and baby Im just
  Dyin to cock him
  Hes ready for war
  Im ready for war
  I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
  My uz is as
  Heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
  I just didnt have as large an arsenal of weapons before
  Marshall will step in the door
  I lay your head on the floor
  With your body spread on the bedspread
  Red on the wall
  Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
  Met on the second, wed on the third, then shes dead on the fourth
  Im dead wrong
  Repeat Chorus Twice
  How many licks does it take to the center of my Tootsie Roll? 
  How many nuts to the center of your booty hole?
  Hold on, shorty, cause Im about to slap this groupie nigga
  Jab this fluesy nigga, watch em bleed, then shit dookie, nigga
  Spooky nigga, you gettin skinny like you Pookie, nigga
  Blood spill got you laggin out like that soupie nigga
  Smoke this Lucy nigga, time passin on the frank mic
  Watch em dyin slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color
  My goons lay the flood, leave you layin, drippin blood
  Then ended up fingerfuckin your mother at a strip club
  We dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden
  Fascinated how all of this street shit, we straight mother
  Fuck it
  We thug rugged to the tenth power
  Like B.I.G. was listenin
  So Gimme The Loot for the past ten hours
  Another dick
  Hear the click of my gun cock
  Same mentality when I was scheeming on a lunch box
  Gimme that!
  Twenty-focused and Im sorry Campbell
  Im taking from you and your wife and run the baby Pamper 
  Repeat Chorus Til Fade