text: To all my Brooklyn 
  To all my Uptown 
  To all my Bronx 
  To all my Queensbridge 
  Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
  And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get
  With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
  Smokin weed, flippin kis, making crazy Gs
  Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
  On the avenue--take my loot, and Im bagging you
  Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
  Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
  Damn, a niggas style is unorthodox
  Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
  Just in case a nigga want to act out
  I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
  Thats a real nigga for ya
  To all my Brooklyn 
  To all my Uptown 
  To all my Bronx 
  To all my Queensbridge 
  When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
  Just in case Dread want to riff
  He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
  Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried
  Thats a real nigga for ya
  Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
  Spit at the DA, cause fuck what she say
  She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway
  Up north, bound first stop for the town
  Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill
  Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
  Ha-Hah! Yo G, pass the buddha
  To all my Brooklyn 
  To all my Uptown 
  To all my Bronx 
  To all my Queensbridge 
  To all my Brooklyn 
  To all my Uptown 
  To all my Bronx 
  To all my Queensbridge 
  Money, hoes, and clothes
  Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
  Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
  Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow
  The neighborhood gravedigger
  Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga
  I guess they figure Im paid, I want to get laid
  Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
  Id rather beat my dick than trick
  And if she dont suck, then we dont fuck
  Id rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
  Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
  Yes, flex after two or three Becks
  As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
  A fly guy? Well fuck it, Im the high guy
  From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
  And your nose even; when I choke ya, you stop breathing
  And when Jake come, Im leaving
  To all my Brooklyn 
  To all my Uptown 
  To all my Bronx 
  To all my Queensbridge 
  To all my Brooklyn 
  To all my Uptown 
  To all my Bronx 
  To all my Queensbridge 
  To all my Brooklyn 
  To all my Uptown 
  To all my Bronx 
  To all my Queensbridge 
  To all my Brooklyn 
  To all my Uptown 
  To all my Bronx 
  To all my Queensbridge 
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  Ayo B.I.G., whats up, man? Its $hort, man
  Heard you in Miami, boy, give me a call
  I got some, bitches, man; I got eight bitches
  I got some chronic, I got the keys to Lukes crib, nigga That nigga aint gonna be here for two weeks
  Hit me up, dude; hit me up
  Its $hort, man; its Short
  Holla at me, aight