text: Queen Bee, and The Notorious B.I.G. nigga
  The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
  The best that ever lived it
  Cocksuckers, whats his name, huh? 
  Thats how we do it yall
  To all my niggas in the house
  Bad Boy, who we die for? 
  All day, everyday nigga
  For the love of B.I.G., we bang out
  Since my man died, we dont hang out
  We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out
  Mafia World, all my niggas max out
  We Bad Boys, why yall niggas cracked out
  Coward niggas, most are burried down south
  Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
  Niggas bearly speak when we discuss money
  Niggas stay yappin when theres always somethin funny
  The realest niggas never took nuthin from me
  Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids
  Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
  Ayo, Biggie taught me well
  Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
  To all my thugs who puffed him
  To all my girls who hugged him
  You love him, yell his name 
  Id rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Mafia
  Representin Bucktown
  Mack 11s cocked back, niggas better duck down
  Face down, you know the routine, the cream
  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
  For B.I.G., I learn to grip aim and cock it
  Once I got it, I lock it
  Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
  See me speak, that paper better be the topic
  I like my ice frozen like the Antartic
  Im quick to finish it, your good to start it
  And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit
  I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
  Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
  We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
  I aint got shit, I spread things, take things
  Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
  My nigga ills holdin it down for the beam
  Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
  Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
  Still ride, still die for BIGs name
  To all my thugs who puffed him
  To all my girls who hugged him
  You love him, yell his name chorusBiggie
  Id rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
  Nigga please, I
  Ock and squeeze f Mafia
  Representin Bersecktown
  Mack 11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
  Face down, you know the routine, the cream
  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
  For BIG I grip the Sig, put six in your wig
  Not cause of what he said, cause of what he did
  When I hear that pop quiz, thats the way I was raised
  And thats the way it is for 
  We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
  Do jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
  I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep
  We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel
  B.K. style, see B.I.G. howl, now
  Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world
  Niggas nuthin but squirrels, they know we rep
  Niggas tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
  Wood style rollem up, get plucked, nigga what?!
  Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
  Know my gat and bust for my nigga 
  To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged him
  You love him, yell his name 
  Id rat
  Er die on my feet, than live on my knees
  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fL Mafia
  Representin Bil cktown
  Mack 11K cocked back, niggas better duck down
  Face down, you know the routine, the cream
  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
  Now Verse 4: when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert Ez
  Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe
  My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
  One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this ones for...
  You know Frank kept me iced out
  Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account
  All that material shit, yall still tryin to get it
  Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...
  All yall lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
  Or get this shit right, check it, its the B-I-double G-I-E
  Yall niggas cant see Poppa, nor the Big Momma
  Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten
  We got it sewn, we dont need yall help, we hold our own
  Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up
  B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out
  To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged 
  Yco love him, yell hir name usId ratner die on my feet, than live on my knees
  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fto Mafia
  Representin B fadcktown
  cocked back, nggas better duck do