Niggaz... bitches...
 Uhh

 Chorus: B.I.G.

 (Niggaz)  Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
 (Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
 Gotcha, open off the words I say because
 "This type of shit it happens everyday" --> Slick Rick

 Verse One: Lil' Ceasar

 Check it out, uhh
 Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
 What are you a idiot?
 Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
 Got mad guns up in the cabin
 Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
 I make it happen, you got your ass caught
 All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
 or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
 I blow up spots like little sisters
 G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
 Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
 Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
 Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
 the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
 Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
 Stack the green, read all between the lines
 A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.

 (How ya livin Biggie Smalls?)  I'm surrounded by criminals
 Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
 Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
 Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
 If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
 Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
 Big Poppa never softenin
 Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
 Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
 Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
 Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
 She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
 Just the way players play, all day everyday
 I don't know what else to say
 I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
 Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
 my flow, detrimental to your health
 Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
 My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
 My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin
 Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
 Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
 Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
 The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 Verse Three: Lil' Kim

 I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
 Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
 Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
 Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
 No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
 Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
 Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
 Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
 I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
 325's roll by with the windows down halfway
 D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
 It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
 Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
 Cause they all in line screamin one more time
 Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
 Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up