[Kleptomaniac]
 Why niggaz wanna clock me?
 like that dance called the chachi
 Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky
 Part I  part II  part III  niggaz can't fuck with me
 My style's knock kneed plum crazy (what?)
 Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck
 Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques
 It's Klep the death specialist  Stallone and Stone shit
 Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
 Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye
 Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)
 Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphors
 Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards
 than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers
 on the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a
 trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt
 Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
 It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
 Life interceptor, pussy collector
 Got your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her
 Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular
 Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator

 Hook: Niggas say "Oh my lord!"

 [Notorious B.I.G.]
 Throw gats to *Guiliani*
 Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G
 Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
 the tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit
 Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas
 Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach
 I strangle each -- negro for they dough
 Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin
 560 V-12 engine, women spinnin
 in 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha
 The menage-a-trois around my waist
 like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
 Windows cracked, so sit back relax
 Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash

 Hook: repeat 4X

 [Kleptomaniac]
 What you doin with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth
 Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt
 Money makes the world go round, robbin shit
 Fuck a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs
 All-wheel automobiles, traction control
 for clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game
 on the cel with bitches on hold, that's how we roll (uhh)
 Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh)
 Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes
 reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs --

 [Notorious B.I.G.]
 -- the world is mine!
 Niggaz frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets
 BIG is repellant, to all that "He say, she say"
 We play, Russian roulette, fuck the threat
 Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer
 Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash
 Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash
 No coke, then get some more

 Hook

 [Kleptomaniac]
 Niggaz don't know bout my game, they don't know
 how complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses
 and the sex is for summer sports
 Passports for drug transports to remote resorts
 Bitches with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin figure boots
 Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes
 My lyrics explicit
 Got bitches bringin they own condoms on the first visit

 [Notorious B.I.G.]
 If Biggie bring big bowls of beef
 backin bitch niggaz down, burners bring bundles of belief
 Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated
 Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it
 J.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh)
 BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen
 9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmares
 Electric chairs, which MC's do you fear?
 Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said
 Niggaz disrespect just are dead