Verse One:
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Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
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Representin BK to the fullest
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Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
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Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
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It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin
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with the mac in the Ac' door paneling
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Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
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Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe
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Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
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And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
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Get smoked like dutches from the master
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Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
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Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dots
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Who rock the spot? Biggie!
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You know how the weed yo, unbelievable
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Verse Two:
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B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.
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Get it? Biggie
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Also known as the bon appetit
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Rappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin
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Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
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Dumb rappers need teachin
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Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack
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Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now
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Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways
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To summer sautee, I'm the winner all day
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Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
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My forte causes caucausians to say
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He sounds demented, car-weed scented
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If I said it, I meant it
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Bite my tongue for no-one
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Call me evil, or unbelievable
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Verse Three:
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Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's
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Leave no witnesses, what you think this is
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Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
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MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
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Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
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One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
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It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
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Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
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The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
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Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
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And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
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Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable
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Unbelievable
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Notorious B.I.G |