text: B Side, B side, ha ha...
  Check it...
  So So Def...
  Bad Boy...
  Collaboration... 
  The Notorious B.I.G. in the house...
  We got Da Brat in the house... 
  And me, ha...
  Yall know who I be...
  Check it 
  I got beats and beats that you love to ride to
  Funk for your trunk is what, I provide you
  So slide through your hood with me in your deck, cause your
  Correct way to get your groove on
  Flossed
  And I paid the costs, to be the boss as a kid
  Now I be the one that you cant mess with
  They thought luck did it, but it didnt cause Im back again
  Back with the B.I.G. and my new found friend
  Slidin in from the front, never way behind
  You tryin to figure how I came with this style of mine, remain
  In your seats as I release the clip
  Into your hip
  Brat and Biggie Smalls
  Aw shit
  On top of all that, Im So, So
  Remarkable flow, making competition know
  Aint an MC coming close to The
  Notorious B.I.G., baby baby 
  Lay all night 
  Everybody just, Lay all night 
  I never knew that you never had a clue
  On who was the king of the street
  Four deep in a Range Rover jeep
  Guns under the seat
  And my man just came home from work, release
  Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
  Now Biggie pass whats lit like you just dont care
  Yeah, youre on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs
  When Im pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist, baby
  No human being, Korean or European
  Be seein, what Big be seein, I leave em peein
  In they drawers, because Biggie Smalls
  Is far from weak
  Brat-tat-tat, please speak
  Just close your eyes, cause you already see 
  The Notorious B.R.A.T
  The raw combination, destination
  Number one tote a gun with no hestiation
  Live with the Funkdafied cutie pie
  Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
  If you mess with her, you got to mess with me
  And well be rapping at your eulogy, baby 
  Lay all night 
  Uh ay ay, Lay all night 
  Ha ha
  Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak
  I got the
  Funk in my pocket, keep it locked down
  The soldier you know who represent them, platinum sounds
  Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
  Didnt find nothin but truth
  In the hook be a pledging to wreck
  With a notorious hustler Ready To Die, I
  Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
  Round the mountain, broke a left, hit, So So Def
  And told the homey JD I was the one above the rest, we
  Funkdafied, kicking it live
  Robin Leach teachin me, how to really survive
  Whether it be, track or blunt, aint no need to front
  Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted
  Knucka
  We comin mass, his pimpin ass
  His glass is full of Moet, the Rolex is
  Bar-bayed, parkade
  B to the R-A-T
  Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen
  Lay all night 
  Uh uh give it what you want give it what you want, Lay all night 
  Oh yeah haha uh uh uh
  Lay back
  Listen to the B-Side
  Slide, glide, do whatever you want
  Get out your lighters, huh
  We be the rhyme writers
  Starters
  Hardest
  From the heart of College Park, New York
  Chicago
  Wherever you wanna go