(feat. K-Ci and JoJo, Nas)



[Notorious B.I.G.]

Wooo!  There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker

Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack

Biggie.. Biggie..



[Notorious B.I.G.]

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 don't know about your stress-filled day

Baby on the way mad bills to pay

That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce

and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit

I remember I was just like you

Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's

Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G

I had to get P-A-D, that's 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 don't know will show on the autopsy

Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick

Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it

Smoking mad Newports cause I'm 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



[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo]



Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you

How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you

How I'm clockin G's .. I really wanna show you

Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you



[Notorious B.I.G.]

I had the master plan

I'm 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, "Who's 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, I'm literally loungin black

Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks

Had to re-up; see what's 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 couldn't 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 won't snitch

I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich

Conspiracy, she'll be home in three

Until then I looks out for the whole family

A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;

in the everyday struggle



[Chorus]



[Notorious B.I.G.]

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani

ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti



[Nas]

Guns and diamonds

Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin

Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment

This kid he got his krib rated, 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 seperate car

Cooks it up til it's 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 TV's

Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB

My niggaz 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 drawers

My bitches out of state get bust 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 I'm reachin my goal

Fuck bummin, I'm 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



[Chorus: repeat to fade]