Biggie Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Bobbito] Got Notorious B.I.G. in the house, what's up? Ain't nothin', love, just chillin', just chillin', you know? Aight, what's up, yo, you rolled up here, you know what I'm sayin'? You ready, you ready to rip shit? Yeah, I was lookin' for them Bronx Zoo brothers, though, you know what I'm sayin'? Junior Mafia's in the house We gon' go like this, yo, here we go [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.] Mumbling and whispering is what I hear When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared No, I'm not the stick up man I don't want the rings on your hand, I don't understand When I come through the avenue, I must know voodoo 'Cause all eyes are on you know who And my so-called friends beg for еnds for me to lend But this bank roll they won't spеnd I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed' em When they come to "What's up?", the peace sign is how I greet 'em Sometimes they won't get that Sweatin' me for some chit-chat, bite my lyric like a Kit-Kat Open your eyes and realize ain't no sugar in my tank Out of all my friends, there's just one I wanna thank My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great That good things come to those who wait And we waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A Train That's why I flip, keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dipped, take out of state trips Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip I'ma skippa, like a captain Rapping is my specialty and the best is me So the rest'll see B.I.G. don't need no practice I'm like a sharpshooter, shoot the needle off a cactus Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit I completely defeat the weak Even the strong don't last long 'Cause I'm Brooklyn born, baby bro I'm not a paper gangster of no sort I do smoke Newports, when I get stressed, I grab my vest Put a MC to the test, quick, especially if he talk slick About who he flipped and whipped I trip up competition, name a cross who stepped to the big boss You know of course they took a loss Stepping to Big and the Hitman 50 Grand Like sinkin' in quicksand, you need a hand, my man Damn, tried to give you the warning sign When I said, "Chill," I wasn't saying LL's rhyme I was telling ya not to tear up 'Cause he will rip up, I'm telling ya not to erupt 'Cause he's just as corrupt as a DJ should be 50 Grand, and I'm the B.I.G.  [Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.] In full effect