text: Mic Check
  Bigger than Fred Wreck
  Uh, Check it out
  Uh, Check it out
  It dont stop, It dont stop
  Watch the hit, Nigga
  It dont stop, It dont stop
  Watch the hit, Nigga
  
  Big Poppa, Throwing niggas off of cliffs
  Smoking Spliffs, Disappear With my Bitch
  In a Mitsubishi Eclipse
  Read my lips, I kill you
  Blood Ill spill true
  Did i say Thank you
  I grant you
  Three wishes, cause i be the Genie
  Niggas is Ass out
  Like Fat Bitches in Bikinis
  Read Between the lines
  See what i see
  I see the diary
  Of a Sick Bastard
  Junior M.A.F.I.A Blaster
  Rugers on the hips
  Bought Coke to Flip Chips
  More Bullets to Fill Clips, Check it
  Putting coke in corner store Bodegas
  In the back room playing SEGA, Street Fighter 2
  Im inviting you
  Get your writing crew, and They Dopest rhymes
  I get up in that Ass, Every time
  Lyrically, Im Untouchable, Uncrushable
  Getting Mad blunted in a 600
  Benz, Ask your friends whos the Illest licking shot
  Niggas screaming, Biggie Smalls, Tried to kill us
  It dont stop, It dont stop
  Watch the hip, Nigga
  It dont stop, It dont stop
  Watch the hip, Nigga
  Junior M.A.F.I.A, Representing Bucktown
  Mac-11 Cocked back, Niggas better duck down
  Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream
  Earrings the drama Biggie Bring
  Lets get it