text: The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
  Youre dead wrong
  The weak or the strong, who got it going 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 humping around and jumping around
  Jacked her then I asked her, Whos the man? She said, B-I-G
  Then I bust in her E-Y-E 
  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 Teddy Pendergrass, 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
  Jiu-jitsu, 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, huh, yo, Big, youre dead wrong