text: Brooklyn, stand up
  Bad Boy, Flipmode
  What up, gangsta? 
  If you feel the funk drippin through ya buttcheeks
  Grab up on a honey, if she dont wanna speak
  Throw your hands in the air
  Wave em like you dont care
  The Notorious!
  To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man
  Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
  Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
  MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker !
  I like to max in Maximas and Acuras
  Your girl buttcheeks Im smackin 
  The raw rapper, spine snapper
  With the little hookers on my lap-ah
  You know the flavor Mack-ah
  A shy nigga but I aint your fuckin comforter
  And if I ever fall in love I bet Im fuckin her
  Ask the hooker, if I didnt jook her
  If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her
  Why you wanna..
  Play your games on me? 
  Bitch, you crazy?
  Commitments, Im Swayze, no time for the ill shit
  Rest with the niggas on that real blood-spill shit
  My rapping tactics are drastic
  Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
  So if you wanna see my pedigree
  You better be, filled with energy, niggas never gettin me
  If you feel the funk drippin through ya buttcheeks
  Grab up on a honey, if she dont wanna speak
  Throw your hands in the air
  Wave em like you dont care
  The Notorious!
  Ya know, if ya
  Feel the funk just drippin to ya buttcheeks
  Grab a honey, if she dont wanna speak
  Throw your hands in the air
  Wave em like you dont care
  The Notorious!