text: And ya dont stop, hit it!
  Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
  When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared
  Why? Im not the stick-up man
  I dont want the rings on your hand, I dont understand
  When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo
  Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh!
  And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend
  But this bankrolls they wont spend
  I dont need em, let the welfare feed em
  When it come to wassup the peace sign is how I greet em - uh
  Sometimes they wont get that, sweating me for some chit-chat
  Bite my lyrics like kit-kats
  Open your eyes, realize aint no sugar in my tank
  Out of all my friends, theres just one I want to thank
  My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
  That good things come to those who wait
  And weve waited through the suffering and pain
  And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
  Thats why I flip
  Keep a burner to my hip
  Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip
  Stay dip, take out of state trips
  Dont drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip
  Im a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my specialty
  And the best is me, so the rest will see
  B.I.G. dont need to practice
  Im like a sharpshooter shoot the needle off a cactus
  Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
  I completely defeat the weak - uh
  Even the strong dont last long
  Cause Im Brooklyn born, bay-bro
  Im not a paper gangster of no sort, dont smoke Newports
  When I get stressed I grab my vest
  Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick about who we flipped then whipped
  I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss
  You know, of course, they took a loss
  Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand
  Like sinkin in quicksand, ya need a hand my man
  Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
  When I said chill, I wasnt sayin LL rhyme
  I was telling ya not to flare up
  Hes about to tear up, Im telling you not to erupt
  Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh
  50 Grand, and Im the BIG
  Mister Cee..
  Yo, here we go here we go here we go here we go here we go motherfucker here we go
  Can ya withstand this kind of a man
  Gettin in your ass like sand
  But this aint a date at the beach lil each
  And every mc in the place check the speech
  And ill bet the dough from my show they cant get wit
  Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit
  Nah nah nah nah nah love. you cant do it like that love. you got to ride that motherfucker you know what Im sayin? you got to riiide that motherfucker
  Try to get props on the brother, that pops the most
  And clocks the most, drops the most shit like a pigeon
  Listen, to the words Im slippin through saliva
  Aint a MC liver, Im the rap MacGyver
  Doin tricks with my lips so quick
  If you blink you would miss the great style of Chris
  Dont try to diss, cause I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint
  Rappers that think they the joint
  Huh, theyll get the point quicker
  Faster even, MCs Im leavin until you cant breathin
  You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide
  Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die
  Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya
  To let ya know that I can fight before I slayed ya
  Call me Chris, this I insist
  Anything different will lead to closed fist
  A wrap up. you dont wanna get tapped up