Was aspiring to touch the higher reaches of wealth
 Self propelled by the propaganda of the MC's/
 Glamour ride through his eyes vividly on TV
 Mesmerized by the likes of these self proclaimed G's/
 Fantasized himself to be the fat rat stacking cheese
 Armani khaki jeans where they used to be Lee's/
 no ties with Master Lock but now speaking of keys
 Being seized overseas in big barrels and crates/
 but negated to relate he never went out of state
 Now consume the toxic logic plus the toxic fumes/
 Out of tune and now assumed to be Nom De Plume
 Better known as Big Willie/
 Now Don't That Sound Silly/
 Favorite catch phrase Keep It Real But not really
 Still he making ends without an n/
 Pushing up a jeep a Lex coupe Beemer and a Benz
 Pretends to be the baller down south slanging mo mo's/
 back east he lies about ties with Mafioso
 In Philly-Illinois he rolled a Caddy Sedan/
 and in Oaktown he was the Don Juan of San Fran and beyond
 With his companion on the hip and a Friday night ride down the strip

 It's a Trip
 Look inside the ride MC number 9 by his side sippin' Cristal wine
 Tried her best to look fine/Wasn't really worth the time
 Just an imitation of Will's fraud state of mind
 Caught me by surprise. But then I read between the lines/
 Heard through the grapevine #5 wrote your rhymes
 Check the signs/See the decline of income
 Going out for the crumb/Your style's still dumb

 #10 was the label mate of # 8&9/
 Whining like a beaatch and bottom line couldn't rhyme
 Shining in the lime light but couldn't rhyme tight/
 No originality/Strictly sound bites
 Downright about the worst that I heard verse to verse/
 Every word was a curse to the ear
 Preferred not to hearing his song/
 But no choice but to listen on
 His LP wasn't even worth pissing on
 Dancin' a jig and thinking he was jiggy/
 Everybody's picking him to be the next { }
 But he was over shadowed by the face in the camera
 #11/his producer slash manager

 Slash amateur slash rapper slash actor slash tapper/
 the hit song jacker New nod factor/
 turned playboy when he dropped the Craig Macker/
 Making rap wacker Ain't mad at ya/
 But weekly you tempt me to pimp me the new jiggy on Mtv
 The Magnum Cum Laude of my PhD/
 I was hating from the jump when you became an MC
 Trying to keep it real/Without a trace of rap skill
 At first it was chill/But now it's like over kill
 Wanted to build the rep/of material objects
 R&b niggas switching from rap to rock sets

 Yet once again neither one saw the signs
 #10's simple mind combined with simple rhymes
 defined the prime reason why we had to make it twice
 You need to stop rocking ice/Learn to rock a mic
 I hope my words come as a shock/Get off your own jock
 Probably why everybody's taking shots
 Now it's all about the Benjamins, but/
 I'm calling out your feminine strut
 Plus it wasn't a surprise that 11 had to capitalize/
 Off the late great #8's sudden demise
 Cut the lies that he tried to keep it honest
 Talkin' 'bout flossin'/
 when he shoulda seen an orthodontist
 Making promises that he wasn't fulfillin'/
 People by the millions Saying they wasn't feeling em/
 I guess in all the Hype like William started killin' em/
 Dealing in the same fate as their late friend
 Once again
 There you have it/11 MC's laid to rest