text: Wooo! Theres gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker!
  Yall better be swift with that punch button, Jack!
  Biggie! - Biggie!
  I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
  Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
  People look at you like youse the user
  Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
  But they dont know about your stress-filled day
  Baby on the way mad bills to pay
  Thats why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
  And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit
  I remember I was just like you
  Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
  Cause G-E-D wasnt B-I-G
  I had to get P-A-I-D thats why my moms hate me
  She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
  Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
  Packed up my tools for my raw power move
  Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
  For chumps tryin to stop my flow
  And what they dont know will show on the autopsy
  Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
  Asked for some consignment, he wasnt tryin to hear it
  Smoking mad Newports cause Im due in court
  For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
  Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
  You better have your gat in hand cause man
  Come and run with me - I really wanna show you
  How I run the streets - I really wanna show you
  How Im clockin Gs - I really wanna show you
  Come and run with me - I really wanna show you
  I had the master plan
  Im in the caravan on my way to Maryland
  With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
  They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two TECs
  And when he start to bust, he like to ask: Whos next?
  I got my honey on the Amtrak
  With the crack in the crack of her ass
  Two pounds of hash in the stash
  I wait for hon to make some quick cash
  I told her she could be Lieutenant
  Bitch got gassed
  At last, Im literally loungin black
  Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
  Had to re-up; see whats up with my peeps
  Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
  See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
  Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
  Then I got the phone call, it couldnt hit me harder
  We got infiltrated like Nino at the Carter
  Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
  By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
  And my bitch swear to God she wont snitch
  I told her when she hit the bricks, Ill make the hooker rich
  Conspiracy - Shell be home in three
  Until then I looks out for the whole family
  A true G, thats me! Blowing like a bubble;
  In the everyday struggle
  Come and run with me - I really wanna show you
  How I run the streets - I really wanna show you
  How Im clockin Gs - I really wanna show you
  Come and run with me - I really wanna show you
  Im seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
  Aint tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
  Guns and diamonds
  Bitches put they tongues where the sun aint shinin
  Take keys til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
  This kid he got his crib raided, police found grams
  They locked up, his whole fam; moms, sister, his old man
  Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
  Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
  He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
  Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a separate car
  Cooks it up til its bright white, cut it tight right
  Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
  Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
  High technology dealers, to the users and losers
  Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TVs
  Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
  My niggas die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
  City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
  Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and bras
  My bitches out of state get busy while they pushin my cars
  Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
  Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
  Seats on the Bent stay nasty, push the dash
  For the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
  Cause I know they comin but Im reachin my goal
  Fuck bummin, Im makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
  Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
  Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby