text: Niggas , uh
  Bitches , ha , uh 
  Niggas, grab your dick if you love hip-hop
  Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
  Gotcha open off the words I say because
  This type of shit, it happens every day 
  Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
  What are you a idiot? Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1s
  Got mad guns up in the cabin
  Cause Cease aint the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
  I make it happen, you got your ass caught
  All you saw was fire from the Honda Passport
  Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
  I blow up spots like little sisters
  Gwaan grit ya teeth, gwaan bite ya nails to the cuticles
  Like Murray, my killings be the most beautiful
  Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique thick like Luke dancers
  Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
  The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
  Playin Big Willie style with the chauffeur, you know what I mean?
  Stack the green, read all between the lines
  A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
  Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
  Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
  Gotcha open off the words I say because
  This type of shit, it happens every day
  Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
  Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
  Gotcha open off the words I say because
  This type of shit, it happens every day
  How ya livin Biggie Smalls? Im surrounded by criminals
  Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals
  Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
  Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks and stacks in masses
  If robberys a class, bet I pass it
  Shit get drastic, Im buryin you bastards
  Big Poppa never softenin
  Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
  Leave the fucker coughin up blood and his pockets like rabbit ears
  Covet the wife, Kleenex for the kids tears
  Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
  She whippin my ride, countin my ones, thinkin Im richest
  Just the way players play, all day, every day
  I dont know what else to say
  Ive been robbin niggas since Run and them was singin Here We Go
  Snatchin ropes at the Roxy, homeboy, you didnt know?
  My flow, detrimental to your health
  Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
  My minds my nine, my pens my MAC-10
  My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin
  Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half
  Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
  Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
  The Smalls, bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
  Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
  Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
  Gotcha open off the words I say because
  This type of shit, it happens every day
  Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
  Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
  Gotcha open off the words I say because
  This type of shit, it happens every day
  I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs
  Now I pimp gats in the Acs, watch my niggas backs
  Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags
  Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
  No question, confession, yes its the lyrical
  Bitches, squeeze your tits, niggas, grab your genitals
  Proteins and minerals, exclude subliminals
  Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
  I kick the really with my peeps all day
  325s roll by with the windows down halfway
  D-K-N-Y, oh my, Im jiggy
  Its all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
  Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
  Cause they all in line screamin, One more time!
  Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
  Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up