Microphone Murderer

Album cover art for "Microphone Murderer" by The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G. - Rap, Hardcore Rap

Microphone Murderer

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[Intro] A whole lotta niggas want B.I.G. to make a demo tape 'Specially that bum-ass nigga R This goin' out to you, nigga, recognize Yo, 50, what's this? [Verse] 'Phone murderer, mass mayhem maker B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the undertaker Make an appointment, schedule a interview Because you know what Big Man's about to do 50 Grand on the Technic at the right peak Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak The microphone, I'm rippin', the burner got the clip in Slammin' MCs like Scottie Pippen Sippin' on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole Puffin' on dime bags and I been told My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic A thick stick and my dick Makes me sick when you pick the wick-wack rhyme, G You get what you pumpin', a Tic-Tac times three The B.I.G. moves swifter than a ninja Even on stickups, I'm the Masked Avenger Keep my eyes open and the case closed No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed Just the heavyset one with the big gun And a sweet tongue shakin' down everyone Loot like Michael Jackson, kicks like Bo Jackson Bitches like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew Ooh, no frontin', no fakin' moves Fightin' or fuckin', resort to the stick and move Smack the fool that disagree, recognize the pedigree Rhyme is mine, 'cause I said it's me Step to a big man grippin' the mic stand Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Grand And I give you my hand 'cause you deserve a pound Tryin' to blow up the spot in my part of town Raise because you get no praise I treat you like a derelict with AIDS Recognize, I don't fuck with the St. Ides B.I.G. down with O.G.B.  Old Gold Brothers for the others that missed me The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy Knives in the pocket for a quick hand to hand You want it to be on, there's a TEC in the garbage can I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields Shelley Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on Word is bond, I'm a don I split 'em and run up in 'em, I fuck 'em and then I duck 'em I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her And it gets better, B.I.G. are the letters Niggas know the pedi' [Outro] That's the end What you want me to do? Damn!

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  • The Notorious B.I.G.